The Rule of Three: A Kingdom Hearts Tale

[Lord of Chaos]

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[ With these milky lips,
We’re kissing violence...
On these loving tongues
we burn up kings.

Turn your f***ing cheek!
I’m gonna drive the knife through
Your stench of deceit!
Before you get a chance to...]

A single finger raised in defense of its position. A man in a black coat was approaching at a rapid pace. His weapon of choice was an over sized sword, something akin to a Bastard Sword, except it was slightly different in appearance. There was writing up either side of the blade that spoke of the existence of "nobody"... Whatever that meant. It didn't matter to the defense, they just watched with a kind of calm that one could only see in a veteran fighter before they died... or before they killed. That was how it was with this one -- this one only merely offered a blank kind of smile that betrayed nothing, unlike the eyes of the attacker, which betrayed everything in a non-verbal spout of soul.

It was this into which the defender read. Merely the smile grew as does the anticipation of a clash of these two. The attacker just runs blindly, while this other one just stands there, as if expecting death -- expecting an end to what had been waging for some time. Of course, there were more earlier: three of them to be exact. This was the last one. The first two had been dispatched easily enough... off to that oblivion that they so eagerly ran to in many cases. It made no difference to him. They would be destroyed one way or another, as would those "heartless" ones that got in his way. The smile slowly slipped away as the gleam of the sword drew within striking distance.

Suddenly, the finger met against that of another and there was a loud snap. As the sound immediately echoed forth, the figure merely phased away, the sword striking nothing but the former particles that made up his existence. As the attacker spun around quickly to protect from the attack from behind that never came, the warrior's mind was racing: where had his enemy gone? It was so hard to tell. He sniffed the air for a moment, as if he could pick up the scent, but it never came. The orbs that sat in his skull spun around inside their holder trying to catch a mere glimpse of that which was no more... but that was impossible. Something that was nothing could not merely return to nothing... but then again, the laws of physics didn't exactly apply here.

-Ssshhkk-

The attacker would worry no more though, because his existence was coming to a quick end. His eyes rolled down in an exaggerated manner to his chest, into which was thrust an arm. He slowly gazed upward to see a figure that had been standing in front of him... perhaps the whole time? He couldn't be sure anymore. Then again, there was no need to think. He could only try in reaction and bring the sword up to end this one that had killed his comrades and now him. However, he found that the blade was not there anymore. In fact, neither was the other -- where had he went? He looked down, and was amazed as he saw his own arm thrust into his chest... the arm that was now holding his own blade. He had killed himself? No! That was impossible... then what was it?

He would only wonder in the mere millisecond left of his existence... as he faded into nothing. The other just watched from a distance, before he turned, disappearing from sight.

[ Your sharp intellect,
With crippling silence
Slip between the sheets
Stealthy compliance...

Den of lying snakes,
2-faced junkie social mores
Mandrake concentrate --
I’ll give you f***ing sores.]

The figure stood there, awaiting his opponent to try and strike. He had said nothing this entire battle, was intending to finish him off. The more of them that were dead, the less chance they had of stopping his plans. He had killed Keybearers, Nobodies, Knights, and even Heartless... They had all been destroyed by his hand and of those that he manipulated. After all, that was why he was known simply as the "Puppet Master". He raised his hand calmly, forming a circle as his index finger and thumb met, circling it around the sun that glowed above. With a single move, he clenched his hand around the sun, and it merely vanished... the sky darkened as if it were a midday eclipse.

He smiled slightly, just enough to give a hint of something being planned, but not enough to make him appear as emotional. He looked at the one he was fighting. It was their turn for an attack...
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(OOC: Okay, well SMK, you pick up from here, seeing as how you're the guy he's battling. Everyone else, you can start off in Traverse Town, your own world, whatever. Eventually though, you'll need to all find your way to Traverse Town. Got it? Good. Have fun.)

[Crash!]

Heavy, metallic footsteps came pacing down the rocky alley of Hollow Bastion. With a few agile leaps here and there the warrior finally reached the edge of the world. A look of awe overwhelemed the young warrior's face. In from of him lay a wasteland of nothingness. Off in the distance, a faint light could be seen. The core of the world. If that had been obliterated as what lay before him was, the whole world we be gone. His armored hand slowly reached across his visor and removed his helmet. The violet glow was reflected off the knight's deep blue eyes. Although he did have questions, as would anyone wlse. But to find questions, his inital question would have to be answered. Who or what could have completely destroyed almost half of Hollow Bastion? It could not have been a Twilight Thorn or Darkness. Suddenly the eyes of the warrior turned to his left. Summoning his keyblade, he speed-warps to the faint sound. Recognizing a familiar face, he completely stops himself in his tracks.

A beat-up Leon stands before him. Even though the transmission was three days ago, he was still in pretty bad shape. The warrior let out a small sigh while dismissing his blade. He could feel that Leon's energy was near depleted. Even after three days, his energy has not been regained? Apperently, the kind of being we're dealing with, isn't to be seen as a joke.

"The look on your face. Wondering how this all happened right?" Leon managed to ask. His voice was a bit hazy when he talked.

"Yeah. Would I be wrong to ask you?" He said hiding his face by putting his helmet on. The two walked over to the edge of the world and stared idlely.

"Ven, the only thing I heard out of this whole mess was the 'Puppetmaster'. None of us could stand up to this monster. But hopefully someone will come through."

Ven looked at Leon distraughtly. He had never even met this man and yet it was like they knew eachother for quite a while. ven folded his arms and put his thumb up to his chin. The Puppetmaster...fun. he thought. He turned and started to walk away from the scene. But he was help up by Leon's hand on his shoulder.

"One more thing. You might want to head over to Traverse town. I can feel that there's something at that place. And it's where I met him." Leon then slid his had off of Ven's armor and walked ahead of him. Could he be possibly talking about Sora? The one that survived the battle with the soilder in the wastland? Ah, don't think about it. Just go. He then braced himself for a jump when a light portal emerged overhead.

[sephiroth2]

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A black hooded figure watched from the shadows as the Nobodies and Heartless ravaged another world.
This particular world wasn't difficult to take, and its inhabitants were just as weak. Looking into a great ravine, the hooded figure watched as the surviving people tried in vain to fight back their enemies.

Turning around, the hooded individual walked away from the insuring massacre, and stood facing three similarly dressed people.

"I want yous three to go to Traverse town, and to do whatever you seem fit. Others are making their own ways to the town, so deal with them however you like. Now go!" with that the three hooded figures disappeared in a swirl of darkness.

"So, he's already making his move. Lets see what he will do next!" the hooded figure said as he returned to watch the final destruction of the pathetic world, with the taking of its heart.

[Wasilis]

A young boy walked through the empty street. He was a bit tired, however he couldn't stop right now! He had to figure out what was going on! After thinking about it, he stopped for a while in order to take a breath. After all, he was walking for hours. He leaned his back against the white wall of a house. He sighed and he looked at the sky. He wasn't sure what had happened. His only evidence was the transmission he received only three days ago.

"Leon..." he muttered. He was still looking at the stars of the night sky. "Something attacked Radiant Garden! Half of the town was wiped out within the first minute of invasion! I wonder who or what is the cause of this..." He tried to figure out the answer, however he couldn't; he had only one evidence! "Only time will show...!" At this point he noticed a star. It was disappearing from the dark sky. "This is bad! The enemies make their move! I have to continue! This isn't the right time for taking a break!", he cheered himself up and he continued his "journey".

[Tyler Durden]

Walking with his back straight and his shoulders thrown back, Sayrael kept his eyes straight, staring into the window of the accessory shop. Cid wasn't in there; he had moved back to Hollow Bastion, his homeland. Sayrael wished that he had the same luxury, but his world was out of reach to him now. He had a mission, a calling, a will to fight. That came before all else, excepting his well being. Sayrael's mind flicked through the powers pushing hard to be released, hoping to be used. The magic to stop his foes in their tracks, and the magic known as gravity, drawing his opponents to the ground and harming them; those were his only spells, and he was no where near a master of them. He had barely reached the second level of each, and he knew that he could advance no farther.

Someone stepped in front of the streetlight behind Sayrael, and the shift in light brought his features into view in the window he was peering through. His strong jaw and brow were covered with little amounts of hair, some stubble and eyebrows, respectively. His eyes were medium sized and rounded, their gray depths swirling with a bit of sadness, and a bit of resolve. The light brown, almost dirty blond hair that he wore long had finally been parted from his face, so that the tips of his hair didn't fall into those eyes. His simple golden brown shirt was tight, leading into a large belt emblazoned with the stylized symbol of a heart, looking like a crown. His pants were a dark grey, flowing over his large black and gold shoes.

Aside from the spells flicking in his mind, Sayrael could also feel another presence, something that was both a part of him and another thing entirely; his keyblade. It was a large affair, extremely similar to the keyblade used by one that he seemed to remember, Terra. The only difference was the fact that Sayrael's blade was a bit more fluid and stylized, without so many abrupt angles and the ridiculous number of jagged edges. It was roughly four feet long, without including the handle. Sayrael was skilled with the blade, but he didn't like to advertise that expertise- so long as he was seen as a novice or someone that wasn't a threat, he was safe from continous harassment, like that of which Sora had had to experience.

Turning away from the window, he turned towards the third district. Bumping into a stranger on his way there, he was quick to stop and look at the one he had collided with. "Are you okay?" he asked, extending his hand for the other person to grasp. His golden bracelet seemed to shine even in the lack of light in this dark world, almost like a dull star. He waited for the person to answer and take his hand, a courtesy demanded by his own personal ethics code.

[Koinu]

The Plane of Death
Slowly making us fall
To those that stand up to it
Will never fear it at all

Zekaxel Proverb 18-X1


Only one of the many sayings that were passed down through the generations by the people known as the Zekaxel. Although, the word people would be incorrect.One look at Evet would give you enough proof.

Standing just above six feet, Evet is truly a monstrous figure to those outside of his tribe. But, in truth, he is considered a runt. It is hard to categorize his species for he resembles some beasts of far-off worlds and is still different. From head to toe, Evet is covered in thick fur. The coloring varies from Zekaxel to Zekaxel. In his youth, Evet wore his golden coat proudly among his kind. Now, as his prime years are at an end, the gold has lost its shine, becoming a pitiful cream. His thick whiskers, now even longer than ever, hang limply at each side of his muzzle. The once erect triangular ears now droop with the weight of age. Even his luxrious tail that once captivated all of the females was dragged in the dirt. The only youth that still lingers within Evet are his eyes. Emerald green shining out of a triangular iris, ever-turning,ever-burning.

Being of a primitve species, Evet does not wear the clothes that one might find suitable. But he does his best with what his world gives him. To cover his rump, he wears a thin loincloth made of animal hide. Holding it up is a brown belt, made of similar animal hide. A number of pouches hang from the bgelt, holding various weapons and tools. An animal hide vest, decorated in various symbols of the Zekaxel, cover his rippling chest. Around his neck he wears a necklace made of round stone. Each one contains the testicle of a foe that Evet had slained. It was believed that wearing the testicles of your enemies gives you great powers ( although not fully determined ). The other only item of interest is the single earring on his right ear. Made from bone, Evet carved the symbol of his species; a circle within a triangle within a circle. At the bottom of this earring usually hangs a jewel. The color indicates the station of the Zekaxel. Evet wore a blood red crystal. The symbol of a warrior.

And the task of a warrior was usually to hunt. That day, Evet was doing such activites with younger Zekaxel. The youth, still living off of pride and boasting, pretened to be hunting dangerous beasts one hundred feet tall. Evet tore himself away from the group. He hated the youth, more out of envy than pure hatred. He was losing the battle against time after all. Soon he would become too weak to hunt with the rest of the warriors. He had nightmares of becoming as feeble as the elders. Shaking the frightening thought into the back of his mind, Evet decided to watch the youth from the shade of an oak tree. Laying his main weapon, his staff ( that with a flick of his wrist could change into a spear ), onto the ground, the middle aged Zekaxel rested. The triangular eyes watched the youth discover a creature to kill, but they only stared. Evet was thinking of other things.

Evet, being a resonably old warrior, constantly thought of other lands, other worlds even. He had taveled his entire world already. He had seen every creature, battled all tribes, and laid with many females. But the lust of adventure still burned in his blood. Could there be another world to travel across out there in the Beyond? If so, Evet could not wait any longer. The Plane of Death would not wait too long for him. A nut fell from the tree above, bouncing off of an ear into Evet's lap. He looked up to the sky. A small gust of wind made the nut attack him. Cursing the lord of the winds, Evet rose from his sitting position. The youth were roaring excitedly about their first kill. It was rather small, too small to call it a day. To fill all the tribe's gut, they would need a lot more than that. With a last look to the heavens, Evet joined his youthful kind.


"Perhaps today is really another day. May the lord of fate give me another chance at youth on my plane of existence."

[Kissui Tensai]

The darkness twisted into a cylindrical shape, outstretching the shambles of a figure, hooded basked in a black clad. Stepping out, his slender form, not far from the physical discrepancies of his colleagues that he worked with in union. From beneath the shadowed cloak, his hands flickered a motion, combusted two siphoning wheels of fire in such brief flare. The loose setting over the ravine, a ways behind his superior and three others that arrived shortly before himself. Looking on, such chaos which covered the land, yet not at their hands which lead to problematic strife.

"This world is crumbling. Can't say I blame the rock, fitting to kick the dirt up is only furthering our goal." he scoffed with arrogance.

Removing his hood from his head, a face slightly toned peach, running two point lines under both eyes. His hair, of about medium in measurements past his shoulders, spiked, and a fierce red color reflecting his lust ablaze. The smile, more so sinister smirk depicting his spry disposition just about all the time. In truth, he had no heart, leading to his mind's way of thinking he was truly one of the most intelligent among their kind. A nobody. Leaving his hood to drop over his back, dismissing his spinning chakrams. Making his steps into a state of motion he stood behind his superior, appointed to the right side.

"You sure it was a good idea to send the amateurs to observe the new breed? Heh, this isn't something to take lightly. Even you know that, or is there something more? Intelligence hasn't really got much of anything on him...unless your the one thats holding out...superior." his tongue was sharp.

Springing from the ground, slumping white husk, dagger bladed wings and the nobody symbol over there forms. There were four of them, their master in reflection to appearance and potential skills, blown in the wind of the corroding world. To finish off the job, raising his hand up high in a slow motion, sending them in to liberate the heartless of their hearts as the keyblade's rage would.

"Now...where's Roxas?"

He tilted his head in search of the blond haired unknown.

[Lord of Chaos]

(Bump... ha-ha-ha... post limit)

[Crash!]

A small light portal ripped open from the world of Hollow Bastion. About thirty feet overhead, a bright light beamed down to the back alley of Traverse Town. The warrior rose up from his kneeling state and called forth his keyblade. No one seemed to be lurking aroud the dark alley. A perfect place for heartless to sprout up. As well as nobodies. The strong yellowish glow of the lights reflected of the warrior's armor like a mirror. The mood of the place seemed to be calm overall, but something was off. He took one step forward to be caught by surprise by ten or so Shadows.

Well, you wouldn't call a feeble ambush like that a 'surprise' but just unexpected. Ven braced his keyblade so that it was as if he was holding it like a dagger. A moment passed and still neither of the combatants made a move. The Shadows just moved in their twitch-like ways with their eyes staring off idlely. Finally, Ven sprang forward and took out three Shadows with one swing of his mighty blade. The enemies disbursted back into shadows when they were defeated. The remaining ones inched their way toward Ven step by step. The young knight tood a long step backward and tossed his keyblade so it would return to him like a boomerang. Sensing no more heartless, Ven dismissed his keyblade.

"What was that? A test?" He spoke to the night sky. Suddenly a sound like a gunshot blasted through Ven's head. A hazy image behind his eyes flashed several times. The picture was of him, but in an Organization cloak. He was also holding two keyblades. Oblivion and Oathkeeper.

"Roxas?" The name happened to pass through Ven's lips as he regained his balance. Me? With the Organization? My mind must be playing tricks on me again. I can't worry about that now. Leon said there would be something here for me. But what? Ven walked to the end of the alley and pushed two large door forward to reveal the pathway to Third District. Not a sound throughout the whole district as Ven made his way to the other end. Once he approached the other set of large doors he hesitated to open them. He's here. But why? Sayreal. The other knight besides himself and Terra. He had long forgotten Sayreal until now. What was it? Almost two years after the disappearance of Terra? Ven slightly pushed open the door with his right hand and peered through. He could hardly see through his visor but it was thin enough to outline one's face.

He stepped through the door and made his way toward the presence of Sayreal. He watched from a distance as Sayreal was lending out a hand to a unknown stranger whose heart could not be read. Was it just too pure? Or did he even have a heart. It didn't matter. All he had to do was wait. Wait for someone to appear or something to happen...

OOC: ah, crappy post...

[Nebula Zero]

The sounds of bells.

He lazily walked into the center of traverse town. Rain eclipsed the contorted and strange houses that surrounded him. He managed to acquire a brown cape that covered his body from his neck down. His green hair was down, forced by the heavenly water. Drip, drip, drip. Many a sound similar like this was heard around him. But there was also another familiar sound that rung in his ears. The sound of scuttling, tiny feet scampering against the ground. No matter where he want, they always seemed to follow him. After he had gained his arm back.

"I guess I don't have any choice." said Den, lifting his left arm from his cape. Sliding out of the worn wool, it clasped some water in between the solid cracks in his arm and hand. One came leaping towards him. Turning on his right heel, he turned to face it.

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

With a quick flick of his wrist, he scraped along the face of the attacking 'dark one'. The creature stalled, Den made another attack, making his hand flat like a blade. With one straight lunge, he went straight for its abdomen. It went through, the shadowy material dispersing around him. One down. More came.

I want you
To be
Left behind those empty walls
Taunt you
to see
From behind those empty walls

"I wanted this to be over already. Persistence is in your nature, though. Let me end you." he said in a monotone voice, unsheathing his blade. Sword in his right hand, his left arm his other sword. He spun, throwing them off their ground. One managed to knick at his leg, but managed to run his blade through its head afterwards. A scratch at his left arm, but nothing was damaged. It was only natural that their claws could not damage his special limb. Using his two weapons in synchronization, he cleaved and crushed, sounds of battle going into the sky.

The rain had subsided. The sounds of water dropping and hitting the surface still sounded in his mind. They were all gone, he said to himself. But in the process, he was fairly beaten from the battle. Despite his efficiency at killing these beings, he was still human. Sitting on a small crate next to a cafe, a small furry creature came to him. A small, red pom-pom hung from the top of his minuscule head. "You hurt, kupo?" it asked Den.

"Nothing time can't fix. But I suppose that a glass of water would be convenient." Den replied, leaning against the brick wall. The creature proceeded to get him his request. The wanderer named Den simply looked up at the sky. The smell was serene. The clouds looked so carefree. He closed his eyes, the brick wall becoming his temporary bed.

"Damn, that hurt."

[sephiroth2]

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The hooded superior turned slightly towards his red haired member. "All will be revealed in time. Do not worry. You will be informed of all soon enough!" the superior said before turning back to the heartless and nobodies.

The heartless were still mindlessly gathering hearts, and the ones which seemed to have the most hearts, the Dusk nobodies relieved them from them.
Further down the gorge, the heartless had just located the most precious thing in a world, the heart. With a slight grin under his hood, the superior turned around and walked past the red haired member.

"This world is done. I suggest that you make yourself useful. I sent Roxas on a mission to Hollow Bastion. He should be done with it soon. There's no need for you to worry, Axel!" and with that the superior disappeared in a swirl of darkness, leaving the world crumbling and fading.

[Koinu]

Within another hour, Evet and his youth companions had slain enough beasts to call it a day. Evet carried the heaviest of the kills while the youth boasted about their smaller kills. Perhaps, Evet thought, I should be thankful I am past my prideful years. Did they ever give me more than a few scartchs from my own elders! Two of the youths began to quarrel over which prize was th bigger one. One quick word from Evet silenced them.

Ah, one of the quirks of being an elder; everyone respects you. No more do they tell you that you are a mere youth. No more would they send you to bed while they discussed "elder" matters. They treated you as siblings. But not Evet. A child at heart, he never grew up to the elders of his own youth. Wanderlust ruled his youth years. Wanderlust continues to rule his life.

Still a good distance away from the village, Evet decided to give his youth companions a break. They settled in a clearing and began to skin their kills. Evet, for a number of times, had to show them how to skin an animal properly. He could help but chuckle at their reactions when it came time to gut them. Soon the smell of blood, entrails, and rottening flesh overcame the young Zekaxel. But their pride kept them put until they all ran to a nearby river to discard their breakfasts into the waters.

Evet finished up the rest of the carcasses, putting the guts into one pile, the skin into a second pile, and the meat into a third. He was about to tie the three piles separately when he heard a faint cry, followed by several whimpers. His limped ears stood up for the first time in decades. The sound came from the riverbed. Youths in danger!

"Ah, crud. Those damn young ones must have pissed off some great beast! I'll wring their tails for this!"

With great speed that all Zekaxel are known for, Evet was at the riverbed in seconds. He did expect a great beast to be there as well as the youth. It was great, all right, but from what Evet knew, it was not a beast. Words he knew could not describe it. It was long, gray, and gave off its own brilliant glow. Scolding the youths to get away from it, he released the spear tip on his staff and drew near to the strange object.He tapped everything from the circular plates to the creature's tough hide. By the sounds of it, this thing was hollow on the inside. He was not even thinking of further investigation until he prodded the rectangular creased section on the side of the object.

As quck as lightening, an opening appeared before Evet. The youth began to squeal in fright. Another word from Evet once again silenced them. All of the years of learning, all the years of battling, all the years that he lived through could not tell him what to do now. Part of him knew he should take the youth back to the village as quickly as possible. His wanderlust, however, whispered rich words of adventure. As if in a trance, Evet walked into the opening.

The inside of the creature was as confusing as the outside. Long rows of cushions covered the floor. Strange poles were scattered about, but they wre not there to hold up the top part of the creature. Another oddity was a weak small rectangle wall that Evet could see through. Frightening, yet fastinating.

Shhhhhhhhhh

Startled by the sound, Evet turned to leave the strange creature. But when he turned, the opening was gone. He could barely hear the shouts of the youth crying out when their leader disappeared from sight. He went straight to a nearby see through wall, but nearly lost his footing. The creature began to move.

"Well, now at least I know why those poles wer there..."

Evet quickly gathered himself up and looked through the wall again. Endless miles of darkness. He could not see the plains. He could not hear the youths' cries. He could not smell the lingering scent of blood and guts. He could not feel the warmth of his world.

Once again, the deadly wanderlust dragged Evet into another crisis.


ooc- In case you had no idea what I was talking about, Evet boarded a train. You know, like the Twilight Town one but cooler. Give me a break. I couldn't remember what the train looked like and had no idea how Evet would interpet it.

[Sora the warrior]

Still dawning his black suit, King Mickey jumped from rooftop to rooftop in Radiant Garden. He was called immediatley from an SOS from Leon. Donald and Goofy not too far behing the King stopped at a rooftop. He put on his black coat. It would help in shielding his identity. He looked around. Half the town was gone. It was devestating to King Mickey. How could someone do this much damage? Who was this Puppetmaster? He began jumping again, getting closer to his destination. Guess he'd have to find out.

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The red haired girl finally found her target.

"Sora!" She called out. She ran to him. "Now you weren't thinking of going on an adventure without me, did you? Don't you remember what I said back at Kingdom Hearts? We stick together. Riku should be here soon." Kairi said. She ended with that sentence because she figured Sora would become annoyed with her. That's something she doesn't want.

[Sir Meta Knight]

Fate had given him no name.

No name of any sort that would be known by all; no name to make of himself. For now, he remembered nothing. Nothing about his life, his past, his future, his present, his dreams, his hopes, his desires, his flaws, his quirks, his...well, everything. He was gone now; the only thing remaining for him to remember his gender and the fact that he had no name. He didn't even see his comrade, who he did not know now, die by his own hand, how his arm went into the air and then shoved his sword right through himself; he didn't see the malevolent Puppet Master that had done this act, this act that embodied horror in all ways. He did not fear, he did not worry. He was merely...there. The sudden invisible blanket the Puppet Master had conjured to hide the sun was not worried about - in fact, nothing was worried about. His mind wandered, attempting helplessly to remake himself, but it was futile, like a crying child trying to collect himself. It was impossible.

He was now...gone.

And in this moment, Fate acted; it was not him who moved his white-gloved hand to the book at his side but a God of some sort; it was not he who raised that book to level angle with his wrinkled, old face, his darkening blue eyes and his halo of white hair but It; everything and nothing invoked the power of the Universe, of Magick, through a spell chant; All forced his mind to become clear, and to let loose a thunderous blast of power, an invisible one, but strong enough to immediately wipe clean the space around him, turning it...colorless, to attempt to describe it, and turning everything inside the bubble non-existant, including himself. But he (if he could even be described as a he anymore) pulled back, and watched his own death; the bubble of paradox lunged at the "Puppet Master", attempting to ensnare him in its cage, where none could get out. Fate made him watch his body disappeared, turned into energy to fuel what could be called an attack, what could be called a last-ditch effort to kill a madman. Because if this man could manipulate everything, then he couldn't stop nothing - eradication, the carnal energies of the Universe - Death, he thought of suddenly. That, was pure Death.

And then all that he had been become nothing. He became Death.

(That was horrible, yes, but I think you get the drift.)

[Wasilis]

"K-Kairi!" Sora was shocked. He removed his hood. "H-How you came here?" he asked her. "A-And Riku is there too?" That was strange. Out of blue his two friends appeared. "Well..." he looked at her eyes, "...are you sure you want to come with me? I mean..., the mission is dangerous. I don't want somebody to hurt you!" his pale skin turned red. "Anyway! This is up to you! If you want you can come! This isn't a willy-nilly mission!" he smiled at her. "By the way where is Riku?" At this point he realized that he had asked "thousand" questions. "Oops! Sorry. I asked many things!" he scratched his head.