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What new keyblades do you think they'll come up for KH3?

My favorite is Terra's, but I have to admit that Riku's Way to Dawn is cool too.

You have my condolences as well, Sebax.

As for the three ideas, I agree with Mizuno on idea A.

A thunderous bellow pierced the atmosphere as the first Behemoth experienced the anguish that came from the explosion. The pain was so undesirable that it stumbled quite a bit; something that was odd for something so massive. Muscles rippled as each leg adjusted to the loss of center of gravity, each step causing the earth to tremble. D’daear had squatted down, squinting while covering his ears when the heartless roared, trying his best to muffle the ear splitting sound. A part of him sort of wished he had not done that. Thankfully, the sound was only for a few seconds, but long enough to overpower the sounds that filled the library’s atmosphere. Upon realizing it was over, he lifted himself using his quadriceps, while at the same time uncovering both ears. When he came to, blue eyes were gazing up to meet eye to eye with the Behemoth whom was standing only a two yards away. Now, although it may seem like quite the distance, for something this massive…it was not. Yellow eyes glowed as the creature stood before him, baring its tusks in this stare down. Mouth gaped as D’daear realized the situation, eyes widening to further express what he was feeling at the moment. From this distance alone he could feel the creature’s breath spiriting past him, strong enough to cause his hair and clothes to ripple with each passing breath.

It was so trance inducing, like he had been astonished. So stunned by the sudden reality that he forgot to breath momentarily. A part of him was wondering why he was acting this way, if just moments ago he braved onwards towards this creature; he WAS the one who engaged first. So…why feel like this all of a sudden? The creature lifted its middle horn high into the air, with a bluish glow as it readied something beyond D’daear’s understanding. Perhaps D’daear was only able to brave forward to this point because he had never evoked the creatures aggression before until now. Perhaps he was only braving it forward because all this time he had allies nearby, tackling down the lesser heartless and that just maybe this time he tackled something that was…larger than him; in all sense of the word. Blue energy began to form around the area. D’daear’s eyes scanned the grounds, before hearing a strange humming sound just above him. Sparks suddenly flew about as the energy intensified, as if overloading with power. Getting the idea of what the creature was doing, it was enough to sort of snap him out his little predicament.

He jumped back just enough to see the culmination of power that was being harvested in those blue hot spots. Large Waves of thunder came smacking down into the area of effect, leaving their mark on the marble floor. A sigh of relief escape D’daear’s mouth, realizing he had just avoided a sure defeat. The behemoth began to advance towards him, each hoof coming down one after the other. For mere steps, they felt more like stomps, a testament to the power behind this massive beast. The keyblade wielder began to back up in panic, not wanting to get crushed by this creature. He was not thinking straight at the moment, for all he had to do was merely move out of the way; regardless of whether the Behemoth was chasing him. Yet here he found himself, taking steps back. The heartless advanced on, locked on to the purple haired boy.

D’daear turned around and immediately made a break for it, trying to increase the distance between him and the creatures’ feet. As it would have it, while running away another heartless decided to cut the young wielder off. Sporting a large round body with spikes protruding from its metallic like skin, the heartless spun around and around like a top. Upon realizing what had cut the predetermined path, D’daear came to a skidding halt only a feet away from the newcomer. The ball of spikes spun around and around in place, then coming to an abrupt halt; it’s back facing the boy seeing as D’daear couldn’t make out where the yellow eyes were. Blue irises began to scan the creature within milliseconds before realizing just how scrawny it looked when viewing its arms and legs. He couldn’t help but imagine a rather lanky individual wearing a large green round suit. Footsteps tremored the earth, knocking D’daear back to the situation at hand. A gasp escaped him as he turned back to see the Behemoth’s foot only a few feet away! A surprise scream escaped him, alerting the Morning Star heartless that had decided to stand by idle in front of him. It turned around, waddling in place to get a better look at what had caused that scream. When it managed to turned around one hundred eighty degrees, what it saw was one of the many keyblade wielder’s running towards it. The adolescent ran towards the morning star in desperation, doing a runners slide upon reaching close proximity of the Morning Star. D’daear slid underneath the gap between the floor and the heartless’s potential butt, in order to arrive behind the morning star. Without losing moment, D’daear continued on running away.

The morning star popped into its spiked ball, and began to spin round and around after him; becoming another threat D’daear now had to worry about. The spiked critter zoomed towards the key wielder, alerting him with its constant friction against the marble floor. Worry was written all over the boy, as turned his head to peek at the creature. The morning star was eating away at their distance, with the Behemoth not too far off. D’daear saw no hope in outrunning this heartless. A part of him wanted to scream at the top of the lungs, hoping that someone would hear the cry for help, but he knew better. With the commotion going on in this library, he very much doubted that anyone would hear him anyway. Heck, most of the other keyblade wielders were probably too busy with their own problems to come help him...

D’daear looked back once more to see the morning star only a few feet away! What was worse, it was no longer on the ground, but in the air! The ball of spikes flew into the air, eating up what was left of the distance and readying itself to body slam onto D’daear. Eyes widened in astonishment as the world around him came to a slowing pace. Everything grew quiet, all except the heartbeat that pulsed life into D’daear’s form. The behemoth not far behind, and the morning star that had its arms and legs spread wide, with the swirly antenna leaning back at the air resistance. He was going to be crushed, or at the very least injured to the point where he couldn’t move, thus giving way to the Behemoth to finish him off. Was this it for D’daear? No, of course not. In this near time halting moment, D’daear remembered something that was crucial for his survival right now. Back when Cat had first advised that they tackle this behemoth first, he remembered having seen Raisor using the variant of heartless as a weapon against the other heartless. He recollected seeing Raisor grab ahold of the Morning star, and use it.

Hope restored itself as D’daear’s pupils dilated to the world that came back to life. The morning star came slamming down, but not without D’daear having anything to say about it. Using the keyblade, he came to an abrupt stop, pivoting off of his heel in order to face the Behemoth’s direction. Eyes focused on the Morning star, he put up his keyblade up above while maintaining rigid legs, making sure that the blade was horizontal to the heartless’s symmetry; like an intersecting line. In his mind, he hoped that Raisor had been able to do what he did because the heartless was rather weightless, and not because he was just strong. D’daear bore his teeth with a glare, bracing for impact. The ball slammed against the keyblade, unveiling a sharp clang as metal and metal collided. The boy’s arms recoiled a little, but his arms were strong enough to spring the heartless back in the air. Amazement rolled over the boy at the fact that the idea had worked. Not wasting time with this surprise, he quickly bounced off one foot in order to take a step, all the while still maintaining the bounce. The morning star’s arms flailed like noodles at it came falling back down, to which D’daear was ready for. Readying the keyblade like a bat, he slammed the blade against the falling heartless, sending it up towards the Behemoth.

The morning stars final moments were met with the Behemoths forehead as it smacked against its horn; dealing damage to the tusked heartless!

Exp writer: 1480 words +30 exp
Exp total: 270

1 Morning star takes 10 BP!
Behemoth #1 takes 22 BP!

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 1 - (155/300)
2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (231/300)
3 - (299/300)
4 - (299/300)
5 - (299/300)
Defender: CLEAR
Large body: 1 - (16/17)
2 - (16/17)
3 - (16/17)
Assault Rider: 7
Morning Star: 11
Shadow: CLEAR
Black fungus: 13
Bolt tower: 14
Crescendo: CLEAR
Soldier: CLEAR

The library was still flooded with heartless, although not with as many as when it had begun. Grunts, groans, and basically battle cries roared loud through the cluster of sounds as the keyblade warriors went about defending this Haven. D’daear had retaliated after a quick parry with the sweet memories keyblade. Tensing the muscles in those toned legs of his, he leaped vertically high into the air with the sole intention of bringing the blade down on the Assault rider that stood before him; blue irises locked onto the heartless’s head. The blade swung over head as he lifted the weapon with the right arm, and soon clasped the bottom part of the handle with his left palm. Fingers curled over the keyblade’s handle, with forearm muscles contracting in order to form an iron grip on the weapon. Giving it everything he had, he swung away fearlessly. Of course, one cannot just swing a weapon like that in mid-air and expect to not lose balance. So in instinctual motion, abdomen contracted briefly before having swung; this allowed for energy to be stored and to be unleashed in one quick flow. With the weight of the blade coming down towards the heartless, D’daear lifted his legs ninety degrees up by using core muscles; all the while making sure to separate legs so that the blade could fall straight down in the middle. About half of the blade made contact with the Assault riders head. The sheer weight of the blade was more than enough to cleave into the heartless’s head, however D’daear did not falter. He had given everything in that one swing, and he could feel it as the blade carved itself into the heartless, causing for forearm and bicep to tense; especially at the elbow joint. Pectorals squeezed slightly as both arms were at peak flex, with even D’daear’s back hunching over as teeth gritted in this display of raw power.

The heartless stiffened as it received D’daear’s power to the face. All sign of life escaped the creature, with now a laxed hand dropping the guan dao it had held. The weapon dropped with a loud clang like sound, teetering on the floor as it settled as ownerless. Gravity by now had taken control over D’daear’s aerial body, causing the adolescent to quick maneuver his legs towards the large creature. He quickly squatted on top of the Assault rider’s chest area while maintaining that tight grip of his on the keyblade. The heartless’s arms soon drooped, while its back began to arch backwards due to D’daear’s added weight. Hooves slowly skidded against the floor as the creature’s body just gave up, loosening whatever muscles it had. Eventually it began to fade into nothing as the darkness that had celled this body evaporated into black smoke that withered away into none existence. This helped loosen D’daear’s blade as it had gotten stuck in the creature’s skull. Soles soon landed on marble floor once the heartless had vanished, allowing for D’daear to catch a quick breath. Mouth gaped open slightly as the boy’s windpipe vacuumed air into what leads to lungs. With diaphragm tightening, Chest puffed momentarily as it expands in order expand lungs even further. The result is the spread of much needed oxygen into hemoglobin’s and blood. Such a simple act soon allows for the diaphragm to relax as well as exhale Carbon dioxide out of the lungs in order to portray a sigh. The act itself feels so soothing after having done such strenuous work, and let it be believed that it was. That small bit of motion required to take down the heartless was short, but was demanding on such a lean athletic build. While blue irises looked at the marble floor, with a quick reflexive swing using the right arm, D’daear swings the blade to the right as if trying to use the motion in order to remove any gore that may be left behind by the heartless.

The purple haired boy stands there for a moment, taking in what had been going on for a while now. The ethereal plains of the boys mind begins to take in the surroundings that is the library, slowly pointing things out. He had taken care of an assault rider that had strayed away from the south side of this enormous library, which resulted in him coming here in order to aid the warriors that were assigned this side. Upon arriving, he was met with a large body heartless that strayed from the crowd; or so it had made it seem that way. A small fight ensued with Cat having intervened in order to help out. From there they attacked one of the Behemoths while taking out a few shadows, soldiers, and a defender which had been giving Raisor problems. Then he had gone about playing dodge roll with a Bolt tower and an assault rider, which resulted in him defeating both of them and a bonus Bolt tower with one magnificent throw of the sweet memories keyblade. Now he had recently taken down yet another assault rider, which leads him to this moment. Nostrils gently continue inhale and exhale while he stands with mind trailing through recent memories; all the while making sure to keep two of 5 senses focused on the surrounding area. Standing there with keyblade raised away at arm’s length, he had realized something. The floor beneath him stirred as Behemoths moved about the area. D’daear’s heart remains steady as he keeps visuals on the floor, with a small snicker stretching one side of lips. Blades clashed nearby as an ally engages another heartless.

Looking up in front of him, pupils capture the sight of the same behemoth Cat, Raisor, and himself had both engaged just moments a go before focusing on other heartless. Massive in size, and sporting well-toned legs with large tusks and a small horn on its forehead, the creature was intimidating. This idea caused the small snicker displayed on D’daear to fade away. A quick sigh escaped his mouth as he knew that eventually they’d have to take down these wandering titans. Knowing that it could not be helped, he decides to follow the flow of battle. With the giant creature in his line of sight, his will causes a shift in body weight as he leans forward while tensing a calf muscle. Immediately he pushes off with the foot designated to the same calf, and begins to dash towards the large creature. His form passes two large bodies in the middle of being destroyed by Raisor. Turning eyes to glance at the corner of the sockets, for a brief second does D’daear’s blue irises take in Raisor’s form before rushing past him and towards the large heartless. A meaningless glance, however, to be interpreted in anyway.

Both hands came together on the handle as grips tightened themselves once more; the blade being kept to the side near the hips. Eyebrows soon furrowed themselves upon reaching only a few yards of the target. Not waiting for the Behemoth to lower its head, D’daear jumps on his last footstep. Barely is the peak of D’daear’s jump able to reach the Behemoths jaw before calling forth mana. He channels forth the explosive fury hidden within him to the tip of the keyblade as gravity takes ahold of his form ones more. With a well-aimed tip, he constructs a mine made of explosive energy and shoots it forward towards the Behemoths horn, moments before losing the peak of the jump. The mine flies toward the horn, only nicking the tip. Fortunately for D’daear, a nick was all that was needed for the mine to be set off. A small explosion makes itself known loud as the concussive wave damages the Behemoths horn, evoking a loud thunderous roar from the creature. D’daear lands somewhat gracefully on both feet before wincing at the Behemoths bellow.

Exp Writer 1320 words, 30 exp earned
Exp total = 240 exp

1 assault rider receives 15 BP damage
Behemoth 1 receives 17 BP damage

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 1 - (187/300)
2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (271/300)
3 - (299/300)
4 - (299/300)
5 - (299/300)
Defender: CLEAR
Large body: 1 - (16/17)
2 - (16/17)
3 - (16/17)
Assault Rider: 7
Morning Star: 12
Shadow: CLEAR
Black fungus: 13
Bolt tower: 14
Crescendo: CLEAR
Soldier: CLEAR

Having amassed this collection of Solo Musical Missions overtime, I think this is all of them with the exception of the other two tarzan songs I already sang a while back. Enjoy...!

No Really, I hope you enjoy...cause it's going to be hilarious hearing me sing most of them if not all. lol....aahh my throat...

Reflection ~ Mulan

Perfect World - Emperor's New Groove

A Dream is a Wish - Cinderella

Baby of Mine - Dumbo

When will my life Begin? - Tangled

Strangers Like Me - Tarzan

You'll be in My Heart - Tarzan

Someone's Waiting for You - Rescuers

Love - Robin Hood

Little April Shower - Bambi

So in total, that's 51 crowns! (Thanks Sweet Memories Keyblade!!)
2 more crowns if I'm allowed to tally up the left over change, giving me a spare 50 Munny.

Also, Equipping Divine Rose for Boss battles Only.
Equipping Combo Plus and Battle Cry thanks to Exp Writer no longer requiring AP!

D'daear resigns from the battle. "You're just too strong. Heh..." he admits with a cheeky grin. With a thumbs up, he wishes her the best of luck.

D'daear dove away as a bolt of lightning smacked into the marble floor where the young keyblade wielder had just been. The boy landed with stomach and chest skidding slightly against the floor; thankfully the sleeveless shirt allowed for him to avoid any painful friction. "Oof-!" he uttered, quickly pushing up with both arms in order to raise himself. The young lad quickly put blue irises to work as he locked on to the floating tower that had made it its mission to harm D'daear. Fear, and Anxiety had all subsides to a certain extent. It was because of the allies that were near him that allowed for such suppression of emotions. However, like recently stated: to an extent. Eyelids widened themselves, the image of a lightning stream clearly reflecting off of D'daear's blue pupils. Within milliseconds decision did the warrior dive once more, away from the spot. The lightning crackled, and thundered as it met with the floor, leaving a charred stain. D'daear quickly tucked both head and arms as he dodged, rolling to a new position. As before, he quickly got into stance. Mind raised with a quick solution to overcome this strange foe. The creature was rather large in height, almost cylindrical in form with spikes protruding beneath its head; the head was at the body of the form instead of above. Red, gold, and grey were this heartless's trademark colors; although a few variants probably had identical colors. D'daear stood his ground as the bolt tower levitated closer to him, it's form acting all quirky. "Ok ok...think think! How do I get in close without that thing firing off its lightning?!" he murmured to himself, slowly letting his feet trail backwards. While he backed away, a large form had stationed itself in the path D'daear was slowly heading to. To D'daear's good fortune, it was completely oblivious as it was too focused on readying a charge towards one of the key wielders nearby.

Taking a step, D'daear accidentally bumped rear ends with the form blockading his slow retreat. Startled, His head quickly turned to find out that it was an Assault rider he had stumbled onto. It seemed to have been startled as well. It's head stirred to turn its attention towards the purple haired individual. Speechless and frozen in shock at the close quarters, the two stood there with locked eyes; both stuck in a bizarre moment. The adolescent gave a shy smile. "Uuhh...eHeh...-?" D'daear managed to utter in awkwardness. The Horse like heartless turned its body in a matter of a second, quickly swinging its glaive like weapon upon registering what had just happened. D'daear quickly responded by intercepting the incoming horizontal swing. The keyblade was put out in front of him with both hands tightly gripping the handle. The weapons clashed, with the heartless proving to be more physically powerful. With such great strength, the heartless managed to break through D'daear's guard as he sent him off balance. While the key wielder Fumbled to find footing, the assault rider moved in for a stab towards D'daear's torso with a thrust of the guan dao. In the midst of teetering feet, D'daear managed to pivot with his right heel in order to twist the body just enough in order to avoid the attack. With the pole arm missing its mark by a small margin, D'daear fell forward in a loss of balance. However, he quickly found himself rolling forward as he saw the large body of the assault rider standing on two legs over him. The hooves in the air came down hard, slamming against the spot where the boy had just been. He quickly got up and launched his keyblade like a sharp disk towards the Adversary without thought, almost instinctively. The weapon sliced clean through the assault rider, as well as coincidentally running through the Bolt Towers head! What luck! On top of that, as the sweet memories keyblade so happened to be returning back to its owner, it would seem another Bolt Tower had been in the process of making its way to another one of D'daear's comrades. Most unfortunate for it as it launched its head in an attempt to harm one of the nearby key wielders which just so happened to be the keyblade's returning trajectory. The blade sliced through the disembodied head, soon finding its way to D'daear's experienced hands.

A huge gap formed between D'daear's lips as he stood there with a smile. "Alright! I'm definitely getting the hang of this!" he shouted in triumphant glee.

Exp writer: 759 words for 60 exp
Exp total: 210

2 Bolt Towers
1 Assault Rider
31 BP spent

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 1 - (204/300)
2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (271/300)
3 - (299/300)
4 - (299/300)
5 - (299/300)
Defender: CLEAR
Large body: 1 - (16/17)
2 - (16/17)
3 - (16/17)
6 - (17/17)
7 - (17/17)
8 - (17/17)
9 - (17/17)
10 - (17/17)
11 - (17/17)
12 - (17/17)
13 - (17/17)
Assault Rider: 8
Morning Star: 12
Shadow: CLEAR
Black fungus: 13
Bolt tower: 14
Crescendo: CLEAR
Soldier: CLEAR

D'daear used Splattercombo!

D'daear attacks with a normal combo!

The fight was on! Who knew how long the battle had continued to go on for. For D'daear, it was beginning to feel like an eternity, but perhaps a mere thirty minutes had gone by. Everyone was doing their best to take on the heartless that persisted to make their stay here at the Haven's library. Raisor had just finished off a large body in front of the purple haired adolescent, and was on the verge of advancing towards the Behemoth when the same Heartless wielding a dog like shield emerged from the chaos of war. With Raisor engaged the defender type heartless, locking himself in combat. Wanting to aid the green eye individual, D'daear gave the Behemoth a quick glance. Its horn was still lowered to ground level, which was a sign that perhaps...Cat had tamed it in a way? Whatever the case, the boy figured the colossal creature would not be going anywhere. Sending the desire to reach Raisor to D'daear's legs, the adolescent moved forward towards Raisor. Through out the battle, D'daear had been fighting just like everyone else. Any ordinary person not in descent shape would be tired by now, perhaps finding their legs and feet to be crying for a rest, or just plain old exhausted from running around swinging their weapon. Any inexperienced person with a sword would have their forearms strength waning, causing their grip to loosen on the handle. Any ordinary person would probably be swallowing oxygen for their lustful lungs as sweat would be trailing down their bodies. However, D'daear was no amateur in the world of fitness. Although looking rather lean, it was because this young man had trained the body for endurance, capable of pushing his body to its limits for long periods of time without so much as little sweat. A sword like weapon such as the keyblade did not weight him down. Thus, when two shadows had emerged just a few feet ahead of him, D'daear did not bother to stop. He charged head on, with a desire to reach the ally named, Raisor. Without much effort, he dashed towards them and swung the blade horizontally; not stopping in the midst of the run. The blades came full swing and tore the two shadows into four smaller forms before they soon disappeared into the usual puff of black smog. If one were to look at D'daear's eyes, it would be one of determination now. This anxiety that had dwelled within him since the start of the battle, it was now his friend as he felt the blood pumping through the veins that gave life to D'daear's body. This was the adrenaline rush that mankind had been given whenever one's life was put on the line. With brows furrowed, he charged on towards the Defender that had been holding Raisor back. Considering how distracted it was with the green eye'd boy, D'daear took it upon himself to advance in silence, not bothering to make a warcry. Leaping high into the air, the keybade wielder swung the arm with the sweet memories keyblade just a bit behind D'daear's head, and just as he was within range, brought down the blade with full force. The blade made contact with the adversaries nape, digging deep into it before soon traveling all the way down the symmetry of the creatures spine until it reached the ishium(tail bone). The keyblade sliced through the lower spine, clashing heavily with the marble floor with a loud clang as D'daear readjusted stance. With that, the creature stumbled forward before its cells became eradicated by a mysterious force that soon freed another heart.

Paying no mind to the phenomenon, D'daear twirled the handle of the keyblade in his palm before placing the weapon on his shoulders with a smile. The gesture soon faded when he noticed Raisor's posture. "You ok?" he asked, blue irises locked on Raisor's. Were it not for him holding onto the said arm, D'daear probably would not have noticed.

OOC:
EXP Writer: 600+
Exp gained: 30 maxed
Exp total: 150

Heartless Destroyed:

2 shadows (2 BP total)
1 Defender (20 BP - Raisor's 16BP - D'daear's 4BP = 0/20)

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 5
Defender: 13
Large body: 16
Assault Rider: 12
Morning Star: 14
Shadow: 25
Black fungus: 18
Bolt tower: 19
Crescendo: 7
Soldier: 13

Upon the trio having ganked the Behemoth, it seemed that the smaller heartless were not going to stand by and just watch. After landing the last of the small three hit combo, D'daear had jumped back in order to gain a respectable distance between him and the giant monstrosity. And good on him it was as shadows soon spawned where he had just been! There they stood, safe guarding their brethren of a colossus. Gave a quick scan of his surroundings, one could never be to careful on the battlefield. All around was just chaos. He could here people from the west and east side going off with their struggles. On the south side, Cat was off doing her thing with the behemoth, and Raisor was taking of the numbers that were still scurrying along. A sigh escaped the individual named D'daear as he stood there, somewhat lax. The situation was still frightening, to the point that he'd rather not be here, but with allies close by, he felt safe somewhat which continued to ease him. Taking up battle stance, he readied himself to jump back into action, primarily to engage an attack on Behemoth. He was readying himself to do so when all of a sudden he heard the sound of armor clattering close by. He quickly turned his head to the right to catch sight of a soldier closing in. The critter had begun prancing towards him, which D'daear thought to be a bit odd for anything to do. Was the heartless just normally quirky, or what? The soldier soon stopped, and took it upon itself to just stand by, keeping its creepy gaze fixated on him. D'daear raised a brow in confusion as he had no idea what the Soldier heartless was up too. Nevertheless, the boy kept the guard up, watching it carefully. Suddenly through the peripherals, he made out a shadow. He quickly lost eye contact with the soldier to gaze at the corner of his eye. A black figure emerged from the floor just a foot away, and leaped at him with claws bared and readied to slice. Thankfully, the Shadow type heartless was an easy match for D'daear. Without breaking stance, he quickly met the heartless with the keyblade using his left hand, and cleaved right through the small form. In an instant it disappeared in a puff of black smoke. He snickered, aware of the ease that was. However, unbeknownst to him that the shadow was merely a distraction for what was really going on. At once the soldier that had only been a few feet away had closed the gap between them during the Shadows assault. Virtuously the Soldier heartless twirled with such acrobatic finesse, intent on landing the kick to D'daear's face. By the time the boy had realized what had been coming, it was too late. The swirling toed boot landed on D'daear's cheek, causing him to turn a ninety degrees as the kick packed a punch; mostly likely from the momentum it had built with the twirl. The abruptness of the kick surprised the adolescent as he turned the other way. YET, he was met with another foot! Without even realizing it, another soldier had managed to creep up on the unsuspecting D'daear and readied itself for a tag team match!

The keyblade wielder swirled around, before landing roughly on his rear end. He sat there for few seconds, wincing at the pain. "Ow..." he uttered. He looked up to see the soldiers approach now, frolicking like the dynamic duo that they were. D'daear got up with ease, as although it did hurt, it wasn't enough to really have him down or anything; he survived a large body didn't he? With a quick rub to his cheeks, the boy glared at the two Soldiers. He felt indignant towards the soldiers cheap and dirty method. "Alright you little tin cans... Now you've gone and made me mad..." he spoke up, furrowing those brows. With little effort, he dashed towards the two Soldiers, holding the keyblade to his side with both hands in a dragging motion. "TAKE...THIS!!" he cried as he swung the blade reverse diagonally. One of the soldiers managed to side step in their weird tempo, and avoid the blade as it came up diagonally; the other had attempted to avoid but to no avail as the blade came up in reverse. The blade sliced right through with a loud clang, soon causing a heart to escape the soldiers fading body. The other soldier had jumped back to create distance, but D'daear knew better. Heck, he knew how to handle such a situation. "You think you're clever?!" he exclaimed as he used the swings momentum to spin around. Just moments of reaching a full three sixty degree turn, D'daear launched the sweet memories keyblade with a flick of the wrist like a disk towards the escaping soldier. The blade twirled like a boomerang, its target already marked. The soldier attempted to jump in order to allow the blade to pass under it, however the youth had preemptively directed the blades trajectory elsewhere. The blade clashed with the marble floor just a small four feet away, and thus bounced off the ground and into the sky, where the soldier had attempted its dodge. The blade tore right through the soldiers mid section, exiting through the other side. With a heart escaping the heartless, the soldier soon faded within milliseconds of being destroyed. A snicker formed on D'daear's lips as he stood there while the keyblade reforged itself in his hands.

"That'll show you..." he murmured, as he now set his sights on the Behemoth. Rushing towards the beast, he quickly pole pivoted on the keyblade and soon found himself slide dashing towards the horn that was still exposed on the ground level.

Exp Writer: 600+
Exp: 30 maxed
Exp total: 120

Heartless Destroyed:

2 Soldiers (6 BP total)
1 Shadow (1 BP total)
0 Behemoth (248/300)

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 5
Defender: 14
Large body: 16
Assault Rider: 12
Morning Star: 14
Shadow: 27
Black fungus: 18
Bolt tower: 19
Crescendo: 7
Soldier: 13

D'daear stood with shoulders slumped as a friendly had saved him from potential harm. Relief settled in a bit. Having come up from behind the large body, Cat had managed to slay the heartless with one blow! Of course, it could have been the large body had already been weakened. Whatever the case may have been, the sight of an ally nearby reassured him. With a quick sigh, he ran up to the white dressed individual and gave thanks. "Thank's the help!" he said, giving Cat a quick nod. "You alright?" she asked. Once more, the purple haired boy nodded. The floor beneath them quaked as the power of a Behemoth was displayed, only a few yards away. "Honestly, I think we've gotta take the big guys down before we start whining about all these small fry. If we let those freaking things run around too long, it's gonna come back to bite us all." she advised, catching D'daear's gaze. Cat had some form of reason in her words, although opinions would differ. However, for the sake of just sticking with an ally, D'daear was willing to follow whatever plan she had in mind. "So what do you suggest?" he queried as he stood by her. In an instant she had gone to action as she took out a heartless with a strange mouth that emitted music. Somehow, she was able to manipulate control of the creature in order to heal herself. And that was when she she gave him the tip. "If one of 'em hits you, just pick up an orb. And if one of them tries healing itself, jump on it. It's a good way to save magic." she said. D'daear eyelids opened up as he widened those eyes in surprise. He had now idea that such a thing was possible. "For real?" he asked, raising a brow in question. At the time of question, Raisor's movements were managed to be captured by the boy's peripheral, causing him to turn the head in order to see. The boy D'daear had caught sight of was wearing a biege outfit, with brown hair and green eyes; at least from what he could vaguely make out. Then it occurred to him. He was one of the people he had met at the Main Hall. "Raisor!" he recollected. It seemed Raisor had things under control. Alright, I think we all need to start wearing down some of the Behemoths. There's no way we can afford to let five of them just run around without a scratch." spoke Cat once more. Without saying much, D'daear gestured for her to lead the way. However, something got in the way. She uttered something he did not catch, but saw as she immediately redirected a fireball back at a shielded heartless. The boy took a step back, not having aware of the incoming heartless. "Whoa! I completely forgot we were..." he started, but found himself stopping mid sentence as he felt so foolish. Scratching the back of his head, he let out a small chuckle. They were in a battle, and here was lowering his guard because he could suddenly rely on allies. It was a nice change of pace, however. In the midst of battle, he could feel the anxiety waning a bit at the sight of Cat and Raisor. This was reassured as he watched Cat use the shielded heartless as propulsion in order to reach the head of a nearby Behemoth.

"WAIT WHAT!?" exclaimed D'daear as he layed eyes upon the colossal heartless. How did he NOT feel the creatures presence close by? These things are huge! Shaking his head, he murmured something beneath the breathe that escaped his lips. The Large creatured swayed as Cat went about attacking the creature. But suddenly, it let out a loud bellow and began to...stop moving. ""Anytime you want to help out here, guys!" she shouted down below to them. "Yeah...! How?" he replied, before watching the creature unleash a string of lightning bolts upon them all. Thankfully, the bolts crashed against the marble floor only a few feet away from him. Were it not for the distance between them, he fear he might have been struck due to his novice...ness. The Behemoth suddenly knelt down and for some reason was giving them the horn. "Now's your chance guys! Come on!" Cat shouted. Gripping his keyblade tightly, D'daear found this to be the only way he could potentially deal damage to the colossal creature without needing to climb on its back. With haste, the novice keyblade wielder made way to the exposed behemoth. On his way over, he managed to catch sight of Raisor pulling off an amazing stunt with a roundish spiked heartless. He had slammed the creature down onto the ground, causing it to disappear, and soon moved on into slamming the horn of the Behemoth. It was like a form of Blitz. Incredible, the abilities everyone was displaying in these fights. Feeling a bit pumped, this further fueled D'daear into full on sprinting towards the Behemoth. Upon reaching proximity, D'daear launched himself at the horn and delivered a small aggressive combo at their adversary. It was nothing flashy, as it was a meager vertical swing upon his launch, and upon landing on his feet he lunged the blade into a stab, and then bringing the blade around into a diagonal swing starting from the right to the left.

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Exp Writer: 600+
Exp gained: 30 maxed
Exp total: 90

Heartless destroyed: 0 Behemoth (257/300)

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 5
Defender: 14
Large body: 17
Assault Rider: 14
Morning Star: 14
Shadow: 29
Black fungus: 18
Bolt tower: 19
Crescendo: 7
Soldier: 15

Footsteps crashed hard against the marble floor as D'daear sprinted towards the south gate with all he had. It was not too long ago that the Heartless had invaded their last sanctuary. Wave after wave they came through, like a sea of darkness with the intent of claiming this world as their prize. All that opposed them were to perish and become one with them. So much noise was going on at once, too much for anyone to make sense of anything. The sound of armor's running about, blades colliding, and the hooves of heartless echoed in the library. Everyone had be assigned a section to defend in order to keep the number of heartless roaming in the area under control. Everything had just gone by so fast for D'daear that he had barely any time to react when that one Assault rider had attempted a preemptive strike on him. Were it not for his quick reaction, he probably wouldn't be here right now making his way to the south side. After he had fell the large adversary, he was keen on making his way to the south side already, but upon Beuce's orders it was now definitive that that was where he should be. So here D'daear is, making his way to the sea of heartless that were attempting to overpower the comrades at the south entrance. Cat, Glen, Eon, Raisor...his blue irises could make out their forms up ahead. With desperation to reach them, he accelerated. Upon reaching a twelve yards away from one of his comrades, a large rounded heartless burst from the crowd gathered on the south gate. Time began to slow as the purple haired boy made eye contact with the heartless. It was like the heartless desperately was attempting to break free from the chaos. Using its large round stomach, it had broken through a crowd of heartless soldiers. Perhaps it wasn't breaking free, but had attempted to slam itself against one of the keyblade wielders and missed. Whatever the case, it had broken through their defenses and had remained fixated on continuing its trajectory; the other soldiers went flying from the friendly charge, falling back into the crowd. D'daear stopped, readying the sweet memories keyblade into the battle stance that he had picked up back at Beast's castle. He laid eyes on the fat one, causing a bead of sweat to trail down the boy's cheek, feeling anxiety course through the veins that pumped life into him. If someone didn't stop this large one, then it might come back to haunt them in the long run. Teeth gritted as D'daear readied himself for the collision. The heartless charged on, letting its fat arms dangle behind itself as it continued to charge. Ethereal words raised through D'daear as he readied himself to intercept the incoming heartless. In honesty, he did not want to be doing this, and his determined face was beginning to fall apart at the sight of just how large the creature was, its size becoming larger and larger as it drew closer.

It was spherical in shape, with massive arms and hands, short legs, huge feet clothed in black curl-toe shoes, and a small head. This blue-skinned Heartless was clothed in a purple sleeveless bodysuit edged in gold trim; the trim also laced up the front of the body suit across its big belly. Along with black curl-toe shoes and black silver-trimmed pants, it also boasted a massive manacle in purple and silver on each wrist; three links of chain dangle from each of them. To top it off, a high silver collar covered its lower face, with a tiny silver wizard hat that ended in a trendy Heartless curl. The silver hat had been tipped, hiding its face. D'daear could not make out a face... that is until it reached within proximity of him. With one motion, the heartless revealed its face to him as its foot pounded the marble floor mid charge just a yard away from D'daear. A black face with orbous yellow eyes were staring back; the typical heartless face. The boy widened his eyes in in shock as it drew closer by the millisecond. This one was staring straight at him, and what’s more, he could promise anyone that this one had brows furrowed in an angry expression. Not liking what he was seeing, D'daear quickly broke stance and dove to the right just as the heartless was within three feet of distance. The large body flew past D'daear with incredible speed and force, causing the downed D'daear to feel the air resistance that the creature had gathered up. The heartless slammed into a large book shelf, knocking it over and sending pages upon pages from books flying everywhere. The boy's jaw gaped as the heartless picked itself up, turning to face him again. Could it be that the creature had targeted D'daear this whole time? Or had it set its sights on him the moment it saw him in the way?

Whatever the case may be, the creature began to make its way to D'daear, slowly stomping the floor with its massive feet. Quickly the keyblade wielder got up, reading his blade; although he was a bit shaken up from the last second decision. If he had not dodged out of the way, perhaps that bookshelf could have been him...or worse! There was no longer determination written on his face, but rather that same feeling he had felt back at beast's castle. The heartless launched itself at D'daear, slamming its stomach against D'daear's barely readied keyblade. Wincing at the struggle, the boy's plimsolls skidded harshly against the marble floor as he barely managed to block the attack. He came to a stop, and momentarily managed to ready himself for a forward assault. The large body had quickly picked itself up and once more dashed at the readied D'daear. This time, however, the creature had swung both arms from its side, slamming its massive curled hands against D'daear's side. The boy's eyelids gave way to widened eyes at the unexpected as his body went flying to the side. It was so sudden, that the boy's mind barely had time to register what had happened. Immediately upon finding the floor, D'daear's body skidded roughly before rolling to a stop. Eyes remained widened. That attack had really shaken him up. What’s more, he could see multiples of everything. Was he dazed? He slowly tilted his head up to find the large body heartless advancing towards him. With a groan, the boy went straight to slowly picking himself up; not using the keyblade as support. In pain he was, but the boy held it in. He shook his head, trying to remove the daze that ailed him. Heavy footsteps started to come in closer, calling D'daear's attention. The heartless continued, swaying its arms back and forth as it teetered its weight around in order to move.

D'daear uttered a complaint. With a quick motion, he gripped the keyblade and got into stance, feeling the anxiety still lingering. Heart began to race as the boy stood there, watching the heartless advance. He began to settle in position, but paused when he saw the heartless pick up pace, now reverting to another charge. That made him nervous, remembering the recent close encounter. Distressed, he began to take small steps back as he could feel that desire to flee tug at him. The floor beneath D'daear began to rumble as the Large body closed the distance between them. Should he run? Should he stand his ground? Dodge?! Charge back!? In the moment of indecisiveness, a thought occurred to him. Remembering back at the moment where he had ALMOST been squashed by the collision, he recollected something in regards to how the Heartless had continued to charge after he had evaded. Although the heartless had stopped, it was only because it had crashed into the book shelf, which left it downed for a second before it had pick itself back up. D'daear's eyes widened in acknowledgement to a potential strategy. Not wasting time, he caved in to the desire to retreat, with the heartless soon charging past the boy's previous spot.

Off the boy went with heartless in pursuit! The creature was probably already on his tail, but D'daear had to continue if he wanted to survive this. Surely enough, the footsteps began to become evident as the floor beneath D'daear rumbled in this grand chase. Up ahead he could make out the library wall. Turning his head slightly out of curiosity, he could see the heartless just a few feet away from him! Feeling a moment of nervous exhilaration, he ran turned away from the creature and remained fixated on the wall; every now and then hearing the fat one ram through a few desks and chairs that made up the obstacle course. Upon reaching a few feet from the wall, he jumped high into the air towards it, giving it everything he had. Immediately he felt his feet touch the wall, with which he did not hesitate to push off of. Amazingly he managed to flip over the large heartless as it rammed its massive body against the wall. The crash was loud, but muffled by the noise loud atmosphere brought on by the battle everyone was having. D'daear landed behind the creature and immediately lunged at the exposed back. The tip of the blade stabbed right into the heartless, evoking a reaction from the heartless. It quickly swung its massive arms around, barely missing as D'daear had been in a low stance during the lunge sequence. With momentary swiftness, D'daear jumped back to regain distance between themselves; he was distraught at the durability of this large body, nearly losing morale.

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Exp Writer: 1630
Exp: 30 maxed
Exp TOTAL: 60

Heartless destroyed: 0 Large Body - 17 Bp required(1 Bp remaining)

Spoiler: South Side

Behemoth: 5
Defender: 15
Large body: 20
Assault Rider: 14
Morning Star: 15
Shadow: 50
Black fungus: 20
Bolt tower: 20
Crescendo: 10
Soldier: 25

Standing there alone with his side directed towards the group, D'daear found himself gazing over at Beuce. The man's demeanor had suddenly changed, with a presence that demanded attention. So odd. It seemed there was no escaping the present situation they had all found themselves in, considering how somehow as jolly as Beuce was taking the situation seriously. With a sigh whilst pocketing both hands, D'daear shifted his weight to one leg as he turned to face the Commander and those he was now instructing. As he stood in the back, D'daear could not help but notice what was going on between Karina and Ananta. It was none of his business to eavesdrop, so he didn't bother paying them much attention. However, it was evident that their bickering was a distraction. Aside from them, everyone else was paying close attention, which brought a bit of a light chuckle to him. By now D'daear had begun to realize that this was the reality of the bitter situation. His heart pulsed a bit faster, anxiety beginning to kick in. Nervous, he grasped at the innards of his pocket, and tightened those hands into fists, remembering the brawl he had endured with his team back at Beast's castle, when they had first met Aux at the staircase leading to the ballroom. That was when Hikaru's real name had been revealed, although no one was quite sure if Aux had been referring to their friend. He bit his lower lip. "Now that I think of it...that was my first time fighting heartless..." he thought, excluding their first encounter with Beast. At the time, he had no idea how to wield his weapon properly; heck even now he still barely knows. However, back then it was much more different...well...maybe not that much. All this reminiscing seemed to help calm him a bit, of course at the cost of paying close attention to Beuce. As D'daear looked up, he started seeing everyone depart, everyone heading to take up position. A small gasp became evident in D'daear's reaction as eyelids widened to reveal more of his blue irises. He looked around, with the bit of calm that had settled in soon escaping him.

Everyone had scurried off to take up positions as the sound of enemies grew nearer; it was hard to not notice as the abundance of reverberating sounds caused the floor beneath them to quake. With a loud bang, the doors to all four sides of the library burst open to unleash a flock of creatures of all shapes and sizes. D'daear gritted his teeth in anxiety, soon hearing the air around him fill with the sound of war. The clatter of armor, the clang of blades clashing, magic unleashed, loud bellows, and earth shaking stampedes created the atmosphere that was now the library. The sweet memories keyblade appeared in D'daear's right hand, becoming his awakening to this event.

"This is for real..." he thought, barely audible if uttered. The saliva in his mouth began to wane, with an ever steadying anxiousness looming over him. In order to ease himself a bit, he tightened the grip over the handle of his sweet memories, as if somehow hoping to channel all of his fears, and anxiety into one spot. Perhaps he was hoping for it to clear the mind a bit, allowing him to focus on what's important. Unsteady breathing, and a heart that was pounding to break free from his chest called for D'daear to take a small moment to gather his wits. He lowered the eyelids over those blue irises that belonged to him, and tried to calm himself, if anything to at least gain focus. The battle raged on around him, trying to ruin D'daear's small form of meditation. 1... The sound of thunder reverberated throughout the library. 2... The sound of blade against heartless slicing clean through was caught by D'daear's ears. That was all he had to do...defend. He took his last breath, filling the lungs until he could feel them inflate to the point of no more. 3.... The air slowly escaped him, with eyelids gently lifting open. He reassured himself for the moment, feeling the anxiety withering away; although still present. It was in that he heard a continuous advance of footsteps, they sounded like that of galloping. Aware that this was a battlefield, he quickly turned just in time to see the tip of the spear only a yard away. In reaction to this, D’daear reflexively knocked the tip of the spear aside with the keyblade as it closed the distance between them in a matter of a second. In one motion, he had stepped diagonally forward with one foot adjacent to where he was about to commence the swing of his blade. The motions were fluid, yet rigid as a Horse like creature collided with the side of D’daear’s keyblade. With the already built up momentum, and weight of the said creature, it was inevitable for the horse to avoid the counterattack.

D’daear kept strong as the blade cleaved through the side of the horse in the middle of its dash, calling forth the muscle in his legs to keep stance, while calling forth the muscles in his arms and torso to continue the swing of his blade. It felt like a minute for him, and yet it was only a second as the blade sliced clean through the speeding creature, relieving D’daear of the opposing force that he was pushing against. The boy’s knees caved as he stumbled to his knees, dropping his hands to the floor. All he heard was the loud thud of the horse’s inevitable collision with something; all amidst the chaos that had unfolded. Hot flashes came over D’daear as he realized how strenuous the clash had been. He hastily got up and turned to see what it was he had just survived. About a yard away lay withering into the shadows the corpse of a centaur like heartless, with a huge gash emanating from the beginning of its front, traveling all the way on the sides to the back of its legs. Wanting to swallow held back saliva, he did so with a loud gulp that moved his small Adam’s apple.

Turning his head whilst mid heavy breath, it dawned on him that the heartless had emerged from the south side. Blue eyes immediately met with the south gate, where three others were tackling the armada of heartless. If one of them managed to break through their defense, then it was obvious they were having a bit of trouble. Anxiety began to arise within him once more as blue irises took notice of the variety of heartless that were coming through that south gate. The grip on his keyblade flexed, tightening as he was steadily forcing himself to be determined. Scared, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed, he closed his eyes whilst gritting his teeth. He knew well that this was no time to submit to such petty emotions. Suddenly his brows furrowed, with eyes shooting open with self-kindled determination.

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Words: 1177
Exp: 30 maxed

Heartless destroyed: 1 assault rider -15 bp required

Spoiler: East side Heartless

Behemoth: 5
Defender: 15
Large body: 20
Assault Rider: 14
Morning Star: 15
Shadow: 50
Black fungus: 20
Bolt tower: 20
Crescendo: 10
Soldier: 25

After a moment of just standing there, another group had arrived on scene. It seemed the training grounds was becoming a most popular tourist attraction. Most of the new faces he did not recognize. Ranting was had, and words were exchanged between them. It didn't matter to D'daear much, considering he had a feeling he wouldn't stand a chance even if he had decided to take the Mark of Mastery; an exam taken by keyblade wielders in order to become masters...duh? What that would initially prove was probably beyond D'daear's understanding. To him, it was probably a waste of time. Yet, Blue irises kept a steady gaze at the group as they spoke to a being clad in armor. The adolescent male stood there, amazed at the desire and determination people had to take the exam. For what purpose would this serve to them? Wondering, he watched on idly while the group drew straws, because from what was spoken, only three could take the exam. Arms suddenly crossed one another whilst hands hid beneath the armpits, a small meaningless gesture. D'daear's eyebrows scrunched while eyes squinted slightly, showing perplexity. "Why do only three have to take the exam? And what's the point of drawing straws? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of deciding who's ready to take an exam?" he asked in silence, his voice purposely not being projected. Why anyone would want to burden their lives with more of this...keyblade wielding nonsense, he could not perceive. Being wielders of such a weapon was what caused all of this dilemma; in regards to the what their fighting against. He soon averted his gaze, looking on towards the exit with a great desire to leave this scene. "How did I end up here again?" he thought for a moment, before hearing a sudden stir of commotion.

Curiosity besting him, it was Karina's vexed outburst that snagged D'daear's attention. Not taking much time, he trailed her gaze towards a hill. Instantly he recognized two of them, leaving the third to the winds of questions. Eyes widened at the sight of Aux, but soon fell short of shock when he noticed Kuma's powerful hold on him. He couldn't help feeling a bit relieved, remembering the beating Aux had given them. It seemed the situation was under control, with D'daear noting the speed hidden within Kuma. How he managed to get from point A to point B was...impressive. Suddenly, the thought of Krowley soon emerged. "Where's Krow- eer I mean Hikaru...?" he threw another question to the winds. Once more, Karina's outburst caught D'daear's attention. She slammed against a translucent wall, defiantly trying to break through in order to reach the three on the Hill. She barked on, letting her emotions show, most noticeably her desire to end Aux's existence. D'daear was able to relate in some way, the anger towards that man. It was because of him they were unable to save Belle. Yet, he couldn't find it in himself to blame Aux whole-heartedly towards D'daear's personal problems. He wasn't the one who twisted D'daear's perception of the worlds, it was already twisted to begin with.

"Novice wielders! Make your way to the Library and defend yourselves there. We are in a state of emergency!" shouted the man D'daear did not recognize.

Unbeknownst to him, Aux had been prepping something whilst in Kuma's hold. With a snap of fingers, Aux unleashed the fragments of sorrow as the earth suddenly rumbled beneath them all at the sudden emergence of these large heartless. The young keyblader's eyes widened at the sight of such creatures, fear seeping its way into his naive heart. Gargantuan in size, and bulky, they were like one horned bulls with tusks protruding from their under-bite jaw, forming a crescent inwards towards the creatures teeth. What was worse, there were more than one. Each step they took caused mini tremors as testament to their size and power. The creatures let out a roar as they commenced claiming ownership of the training grounds. Instinct kicked in, and urged D'daear to make an escape out of the grounds. It was fear that tugged at him, but it was common sense. If he had difficulty taking on ONE large heartless with only four people, how in the world would they all be able to take on a horde? Wanting to leave, he noticed Karina shouting at everyone to make the retreating, claiming to hold off the horde long enough for them to gain distance. Not being one to abandon a comrade, D'daear reluctantly was on the verge of staying to help out when he noticed everyone began to flee...EVERYONE. Giving off a sigh Relief, he followed suit, sticking to the rear of the migration. As they ran, D'daear was making haste, distress written all over him. There was nothing that any of them could do, which was an idea that began to bug him. Once again they were not strong enough... Once again they could not secure a state of peace for themselves, meanwhile the forces of darkness AGAIN showed audacity and the power to push them around. Even in a haven was darkness still able to invade...

D'daear's eyes widened in terrifying revelation, his pace slowing as everyone paced past him.

"If even a haven such as this can be attacked...then does that mean...?" he paused in thought, halting behind the group. The mere thought of such a thing occurring...it was something he himself could not fathom, or perhaps NOT want to fathom. Hands began to clench into weak fists, with little strength left within him. "Is the darkness really that powerful...that even the light can't outshine it?" he uttered to himself, downcasted. The ground beneath him quaked weakly, waking him from his moment. Right now wasn't the time to be dealing with these issues. Tightening his mandible, D'daear continued onwards, barely able to make out the group up ahead. After following the lot from a distance, they finally came to a halt at the library, with the purple haired youth coming in last obviously. Arriving with his distress written face, he saw Kross summon his mirror as he turned away from the mirror. "Kross?" he called, wondering what the keyblade wielder was doing. It didn't take long for him to hear Kross's intention as he spoke to himself, albeit he was within hearing range.

"We have to get that mirror working!" he spoke as he joined the group.

"What am I going to do?" uttered Ananta. The purple haired adolescent recognized her from earlier, as she was with Kross along with Steel, Raisor, Anora, and Aden.

"What the hell am I doing? I am not going to flee again." spoke Karina, deviating from the group gathered by the mirror in order to leave the library. D'daear was calm for a brief moment as being surrounded by so many reassured him of safety in numbers. With Karina's deviation, fear was slowly seeping its way back. What's more, Kross had his keyblade summoned. That could only mean the obvious. "What?! You're going back to fight?! ALL OF THEM?!" he exclaimed, but to no avail as the girl had already turned the corner of the Libraries entrance.

"Whatever Karina is doing, she isn't doing the right thing." Ananta spoke up, running past the library entrance after her, along with Beuce. " Don't think logic's gonna cut it there 'nanta." Beuce's voice echoed in the hallway. Taken back by what had just happened, D'daear stood there in disbelief, slowly feeling the terror clamping its jaws on him. The numbers were dwindling, and who knew what else was in store for them if they remained here for much longer. "...but..." was all he could mutter, before causing the tendons on the neck to turn D'daear's head towards the mirror. Regardless of whether going after Karina was the right or "noble" thing to do, he wasn't about to leave someone all alone in someplace unknown...or so he justified. With a sigh, he gathered courage into a fist, and walked past the others towards the far side of the group pausing briefly. This whole situation was just so frustrating to him! To be brave or an idiot and remain here to attempt this havens salvation, or to be wise and retreat with little dignity. To follow a human's base instinct, to fight or flee... Furrowing the brows in ambivalence, he stood there in contemplation. "I sincerely hope there is a plan at work here... " he spoke softly while staring away in space.

Steel's words and Anora's accepting smile were barely caught by the dilated blue eyes that induced D'daear's reverie while he lounged about in the back of the scene. In the moment of thoughts, feet and legs began to move on their own while mind remained in thought, removing him away from the scene that was unfolding in the main hall as well as any passerby. The young boy was still stuck in limbo, untethered by the reality he once perceived as truth. After having seen Gaston's life end before those blue innocent eyes, it had become the advent of an aggressive wake up call; unbeknownst to him at the time. Life had its ups and downs no doubt, and from what he was told, the other worlds were different with their own laws and way of living. He knew that much...he was taught this principle by the kin he called, Great Grandmother. Yet, nothing could've prepared him for the stark contrast that wasn't Perfec Eev; (the boy's home-world where no darkness exists, and where the true meaning of peace reigned over its citizens.) It was D'daear's first time visiting another world, and what happened? He held witness to darkness taking form of Statues, and a large monstrosity. He watched Beast become wounded near death, he watched Gaston fall into the dark crevice that separated the castle with the outer lands, and most of all he watched as they all failed miserably at defeating Aux; as well as fail at securing a happy ending for the two love driven couple. Oh, and the curse brought upon Beast and his servants...how would they save them now? Everything his great grandmother had told him in regards to the other worlds, was it all a lie or was it merely sugar coated truth to retain the boy's innocence in a world that shunned the dark?

"How could she have lied to me...about...everything? " he uttered in silence as the floor beneath him passed him by. A scowl overtook his face while sneakers continuously tapped on the marble floor as he continued to walk along. Regret clutched the boy's heart while he raised a curled fist a few inches away from his downcast. "This all started because of the stupid keyblade... I should've never taken that inheritance ceremony..." he let the words trail ethereally. So deep in thought was he, that the boy had been completely oblivious to his surroundings. He was no longer with the group, and had parted ways on accident. Without even looking, he had passed by an unfamiliar blue haired individual whom was conversing with herself. However, it was background noise to him like someone so focused on a particular moment that everything just gets zoned out. Eventually he made way to the training grounds, where the sound of controlled chaos awoke him from the trail of thoughts. Eyes widened as he witnessed combat among allies, causing lazed hands to tense somewhat. Two people were fighting amongst one another while another seemed to be taking a break. Undeniably, D'daear instantly recognized one of them. It was the female soldier whom he distinctively remembered back at Beast's castle as having...attitude. It didn't take long to realize that she seemed to be at the end of her ropes, perhaps dealing with exhaustion. The point being she wasn't looking too good.

"Pretty low move refusing to hit somebody until their back's turned. Haven't grown any balls yet, Eon?" spoke a voice a ways ahead of the exhausted female. D'daear took a step back, noticing the menacing look the girl was giving the two in current conflict. A cold shiver traveled down his spine as such a stare could only mean one thing: A woman's fury. Eyes remained widened while a cold sweat formed itself on the sides of the boy's forehead, the mandible tensed with teeth gritted in recognition of such intense emotion.

This whole time while events unfolded before him, D'daear had stayed silent, becoming another prop in the background scenery. From being transported to the future known as Central Haven, to being removed from the computer room through an elevator. He had kept still, merely following the group like a silent ghost, drawing no attention to himself. It was a muted cry. The pupils in those blue irises had been dilated for some time now, with thoughts dwindling to faint whispers of broken truths. Caught in this momentary reverie, young ears barely grasped what had been unfolding before him. For starters, they had left Beast and Vincent behind; leaving Beast with a desire to save his beloved. Yes, a sad ending to a tale meant to end in happiness, and an ending the young keyblade wielder was not pleased with. Thereafter, they ended up in the computer room where they encountered a person named DJ. Things were revealed to some extent, but he didn't catch most of the conversation. What he did realize, however, was that Krowley was really Hikaru, and that his identity had now been revealed to everyone. From there, they ended up heading down an elevator where they eventually met three ducks by the name of Huey, Dewey, and Louie. The three were assigned to escort them to one of three locations, which left D’daear in a small conundrum. He felt so apathetic about the decision of whom to follow. Training grounds, the library, or the main hall where he would meet others? A part of him wanted to head to the training grounds. He did want to become stronger, right? A small unnoticeable sigh escaped those aquiline nostrils as irises averted themselves to the floor. This way of feeling... It drained what little motivation he attempted to lay hands on. Again, apathy took its place within D'daear. He stood idly as he laid eyes on those whom initiated their own decisions. Once everyone had taken their paths, everyone began to walk away towards their destination. Louie motioned for the remaining few to follow him toward the main hall. The group consisted of Kross, Ananta, Steel, and himself, two of which got their rear ends handed to them by Aux, just like himself. The recollection still stung, a reminder of just how twisted everything had become. They were so powerless, so weak.Considering the beating they just had, training would have been the better choice. Reluctantly, the purple haired adolescent followed Louie, pausing momentarily to turn that young face to look back at the other groups as they slowly faded from view.

“I probably wouldn’t have had the energy to train anyway…” he uttered in justification, looking down at the floor once more. Cheeks suddenly felt heavy, drooping slightly, while tensing the mandible. With shoulders sagged, he put away limp hands into his pockets while keeping those blue eyes averted to the floor, slowly catching up to the group Louie was escorting. Grey sneakers echoed through the hallway as D'daear walked along the marble floor, making way to the group in depression. D'daear's mind went to work, still trying to process the events that had taken place in that world. It was a quick walk, stunting the boys trail of ethereal ideas. “See, you guys aren’t the only one’s out there ya know…” spoke Louie. Everything else the duck had to say was muffled through the small attention D’daear had bothered to give him. Standing ahead of them were three other keyblade wielders, one of which Kross was apparently excited to see. Eyebrows raised themselves while eyes widened in brief surprise while D'daear silently stood in the back, becoming one with the background. Everyone seemed so familiar with one another. How would he go about this? Kross, Steel, and Ananta advanced towards the other three. The one with which Kross familiarized himself with had taken the initiative to introduce herself along with the other two.

"Anora, Raisor, and Aden..." he repeated under his breathe.

They all began to embrace one another in their moment of glee, evoking a weak sympathetic smile from D'daear while he watched from a distance with hidden ambivalence.

There the hero's stood, a dozen feet away from Maurice's house. Everyone stood by Krowley, with determination to come out on top in this fight, in this fight that would determine whether Belle and Beast had a happy ending or not. With the resolve everyone had, D'daear strongly believed they could defeat Aux, and bring about the daylight into this darkened fairytale. The storm clouds still persisted above the land, with rain having moved on towards the direction where they had just departed from. All eye's of various colors were on the two well-armored individuals whom wore similar masks, Aux and Krowley. Their discussion had escalated, with drama unfolding between the two ex-friends; according to Aux anyway. With one foul display, the tall bulky individual had charred the keepsake that was Krowley's, showing no sign of sympathy. Tossed like a useless item, the symbol of their friendship lay there between them, charred and nearly broken. Hands curled into fists, forearm muscles flexing as he tightened the ball of indignant. D'daear's furrowed eyebrows gave more tension to those blue irises that gazed back at Aux, while mandible tensed in teeth gritting motion. Friends, how could something so important be thrown in the trash like it meant nothing? All those years of those two being together, sharing jokes, sharing laughter, sharing sadness, and happiness! What was so important to this Aux person that would compel him to throw all of that away? This didn't click with D'daear, he was having a difficult time registering what Aux was after. He averted the gaze, pupils dilating as he scanned the muddy floor, as if the answer to this conundrum would be visible.

Krowley took arms as the sound of his weapon emanated, which meant it was time to take action. Everyone around him summoned their Keyblade, ready to back up Krowley in this endeavor, except D'daear. Hands hesitated to welcome the sweet memories as they remained tight fists. The muddy ground beneath them reverberated with power of loud thunder, a possible omen of what was to come. The idea, of a broken friendship, of someone once so close that suddenly would severe the bonds between them did not register at all. His simple mind could not get a hold of itself, confused. Couldn't they work things out? Couldn't peace be achieved WITHOUT violence? "...but...you're supposed to be friends... Why are you fighting?!" he exclaimed, suddenly catching sight of Aux leap into action. "What happened to all of my determination...? Why can't I take up arms like everyone else?!"" the ethereal words rang, his right knee buckling suddenly. He stood there motionless, paralyzed by this conundrum. Looking down at the muddy floor once more, where a small puddle of water gave off his reflection. Eyebrows were no longer furrowed in a scowl, but reversed with drooping lips. Fists weakened themselves, letting loose fingers as the hands went limp. One by one Aux took out D'daear's teammates, displaying his dominance over them all, his ferocity. He was fast, and by the looks of it, extremely strong as he effortlessly made waste of them. D'daear was no different, feeling a clean punch to the solar plexus which knocked the wind out of him. However, it didn't end there. The man's fists were infused with something. It felt so bizarre, so dirty to the good-hearted soul. It kind of reminded him of the Dark Thorn they fought. Eye's widened with the surprise hit, everything feeling so slow in this moment. "Is this...the power of darkness...?" he thought, unable to control his stunned body as Aux soon swung that massive arm with D'daear still attached to the fist. He flung the new keyblade wielder like it was nothing, sending D'daear a few feet away before moving on to his next victim.

Clean back skidded against the muddy earth, soon coming to a halt. A coughing reflex took form. He cringed in pain for a few seconds, just the same amount of time it took for the battle to be over. In mere seconds, Krowley's so called friend had made quick work of them all. D'daear lay there, not wanting to look around. He was disappointed at himself. He as a party member, failed everyone, even if they had all failed as a team. Curled into a ball while he cringed in pain for a while, he let blue irises hide themselves behind the safety of eyelids.

"Sah...sorry..." spoke a weak voice, sounding breathless and need of water. D'daear's voice shot open, realizing it was Base, a friend and mentor.

"I let Base down too..." he thought, speechless by the revelation. If there was anyone among the eight here that he found to be a friend, it was Base; and he just let him down.

The pain seemed to have gone away, although the desire to vomit still persisted. He just wanted to lay there, on his side looking away from everyone. Slowly, he uncurled the body while profile aimed at the sky, arms resting limp beside him. Blue irises looked to the mud that pillowed his purple head. This whole visit had started simple and clean, filling D'daear with awe and wonder of the beauty that laid out there for him to see. Now, however...this fairytale had turned for the worst, tainted by the broken illusion that should have been happiness, and filled with light. The solid grasp he once had on this idea, was slowly becoming mush. He suddenly felt homesick, with a deep desire to return to that paradise blooming in heart, to run away away from all of this. Tears began to form at the cusp of his eyelids, trying their best to escape from D'daear's opposing will. The limp right hand that rested on mud beside him suddenly grasped at the watery dirt, becoming stiff with the confusion that stirred in his heart. He tensed his mandible, furrowing his brows with the frustration that was now arising from all of this confusion, from this broken reality that he thought he had had a firm grasp on. His heart was in pain, defeated. With Base near him, apologizing...it only hurt even more.

"Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong..." he barely uttered back, voice strained from the tears he was trying to hold back. At least HE tried to fight, unlike himself.