The winds blew harshly through the alley ways of the concrete city. The smell of rotting garbage and drunken men was enough to knock a soaring bird out of the sky. Even though the sun shone brightly on the upper plate of the city, the darkness was a constant haze on the underneath, making it the perfect place for low lives and sleaze balls to make a living. The corners were guaranteed to be littered with shady dealers and the bars and black market shops were plentiful, but well hidden from unwanted company. A few years ago, the young adult with the snow white skin would have arrested many of these thieves on sight, given them a beating if they had not cooperated with her and thrown them in a cell for a good few weeks before they had learnt they’re lesson. She would have thrown a rag or a coat (if she had one to spare) over the young girls who would prance up and down the streets wearing they’re skimpy clothing in hopes of earning some easy money. But not it was not the case.
The once proud Turk was now living amongst said people, steeling and dealing in order to feed those in which she vowed to protect. It was Kali’s duty to feed the mouths of the helpless youths who had been as ill fated as to wind up on the streets of the infamous city of Midgar. These kids had not done so voluntarily. The younger kids had most probably been abandoned by they’re parents, or run away due to being ill treated in they’re own homes. The elders simply had no where else to go, deprived of the skills they needed in order to make a living. It was these kids that swayed Kali’s heart from the path of lawfully evil to the path of chaotic good. She stole and fought in order to keep these young kids alive.
It was this that saw the young, dark haired girl, running from those she once called friends. Her sword at the ready if any of them dared let off a round at her for steeling a few loafs of bread from the baker who had been making his rounds at the most unfortunate of times. She sprang over a trash can, stopping momentarily to roll it onto its side and push it at the oncoming team of turks in order to slow them down a little. The female with the blonde hair slipped on a stray banana peal and would have went tumbling if the red haired man had not caught her around the waist with a satisfied grin and set her right. Kali cursed and turned her attention back to the path in front of her, still dodging trashcans and the odd person in order to escape her pursers. She reached out for a red ladder that ran the upside of a shattered wall, which no doubt lead onto the rooftops. She grasped it and began to climb hastily towards the heavens, stopping only briefly to make sure the Turks had not called of they’re pursuit…They hadn’t.
Growling she hoisted herself onto the rooftop and made a dash and leap off of its edge onto another rooftop. She repeated this three or four times before the turks had decided they had had enough and sent a blast of fire after the retreating youngster. Kali gasped as the hot flames surrounded her, barely able to avoid the assault as she hurled herself towards another rooftop, narrowly avoiding the drop. She quickly brushed off her unease and continued her trek across the buildings. She flung herself down a flight of stairs which connected the apartment buildings to the ground in case of emergencies and made a dash into a crowd that seemed as though they were just finishing work. She dared not try to fit in as she knew her former team mates could tell her apart from the common folk that flowed through the dank streets. Instead she continued running, pushing pedestrians out of the way and into the oncoming pursuers. She managed to reach a dank smelling river, that was evidently filled with rotting sewage and just before she was about to fling herself into its contents a gunshot rang off and she stood frozen in place, staring at the ground where the bullet at penetrated just besides her right foot.
She did not show her panic. She simply turned un amused eyes at the offending party and clenched her fists close to her sides. Her breathing had hastened and she could have sworn her heart has skipped a beat. She watched as the red haired turk stepped forward, his magrod humming lightly next to his left ear. “Hold it right there, Kido.” He drawled in his common accent. “You ain’t going no where.”
“ Evidently not.” Kali muttered, placing the stolen goods down at her side as if she were preparing herself for battle.
“You owe that Baker a few bob back there. You got the cash to make it up?” He mocked, knowing full well that the ex-turk had not a penny to her name.
Kalima simply stared at him, aggravated at the fact that she had been caught and not willing enough to risk a bullet in the back from the red heads, bald headed companion, who was now closing the distance between himself and the black haired teen.
“Don’t you have more pressing matters to deal with. Such arresting murderers and bank robbers? Not someone who just happened to pick up some bread from an unsuspecting baker?” Kalima snorted, crossing her hands over her chest.
“Aw, come on. Is it so much to ask to have a little catch up session between former companions?” The red head asked, tapping his magrod lightly against his shoulder.
Kali did not answer. Her gaze was too fixated on the black shadow that was slowly beginning to take shape just behind the groups backs. Yellow blobs began to take on the shape of a pair of absent minded eyes and hands and feet curled in an almost unnatural way. A snarl made its way onto the snow white face of the former turk and she made to move but was halted by the sound of a gun being cocked. She turned her gaze momentarily onto the bald turk before moving it back to the more pressing issue at hand. She watched in slight horror as the blob pounced onto the only female member of the turks and was about to make a move to save her when a bright light blinded her before taking the form of a key right before her fragile eyes. The last thing she remembered was the sound of a gun going off before she grabbed the weapon before her instinctively to block the oncoming attack.
What she didn’t expect was for the key to teleport her to a place she had only heard of in myths.
The forgotten city.
(OCC- Okay just to get started. Opening post for those who have signed up as keybladers should be your key blade appearing out of no where and transporting you to the forgotten city.
As for Nobody’s. Then as you should all know you answer to EXV’s character, who in turn should order a meeting to discuss the plan to capture the keybladers hearts or destroy them. If EXV is not the first to post then simply go about your business until the meeting is called.
EXV. I leave it in your hands to lead the Nobody’s and if you have any questions PM me. Remember that you answer to Kuja who has ordered you to make sure the keybladers do not interfere with the opposites overtaking of the universe.)