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high_seas2014-12-05 10:16 pm
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Meeting of the Minds
Who: Everyone who chooses to participate
Where: Breakneck Cay
When: December 5th
What: A summit to get down to business and get this situation sorted out, L-Elf-style
Warnings: Possible violence?
Style: Any
Status: Open
Upon arriving on Breakneck Cay, if you can navigate the shoals safely and find safe mooring, you'll notice that the beach is more or less abandoned unless you count the countless shipwrecks an snarled piles of debris strewn across the shore. If you approach the jungle, you'll notice a makeshift sign pointing towards a path leading into the trees. There's a lengthy note tacked to it with a detailed map, an exhaustive list of rules and etiquette for participating in a military summit, and probably more if anyone actually got past the part with the map.
The meeting is to be held in a strangely silent clearing. Upon arriving, you'll find L-Elf sitting on the huge stone in the center, fast asleep. It's immediately obvious that this is not a social occasion or it at least wasn't planned by someone with any idea how to make guests feel comfortable. There's nowhere to sit except on the ground and definitely no refreshments. It might be a good idea to send someone back to the ship to pick something up if you want to make it through this thing.
Where: Breakneck Cay
When: December 5th
What: A summit to get down to business and get this situation sorted out, L-Elf-style
Warnings: Possible violence?
Style: Any
Status: Open
Upon arriving on Breakneck Cay, if you can navigate the shoals safely and find safe mooring, you'll notice that the beach is more or less abandoned unless you count the countless shipwrecks an snarled piles of debris strewn across the shore. If you approach the jungle, you'll notice a makeshift sign pointing towards a path leading into the trees. There's a lengthy note tacked to it with a detailed map, an exhaustive list of rules and etiquette for participating in a military summit, and probably more if anyone actually got past the part with the map.
The meeting is to be held in a strangely silent clearing. Upon arriving, you'll find L-Elf sitting on the huge stone in the center, fast asleep. It's immediately obvious that this is not a social occasion or it at least wasn't planned by someone with any idea how to make guests feel comfortable. There's nowhere to sit except on the ground and definitely no refreshments. It might be a good idea to send someone back to the ship to pick something up if you want to make it through this thing.
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If Marco likes holding the keyblade, he'll be disappointed as it vanishes from his grasp and back into Roxas' hands. It's tough, but he throws himself into a direct attack. His speed, his agility and the way he handles his blows shows experience fighting those bigger than him.]
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[Marco loves a good surprise in fighting -- when it's not getting knocked out of the sky by Ace's grandfather punching him in the jaw anyway.]
[He's definitely startled, however, and completely thrown off balance. He hadn't expected Roxas to let go, and he definitely didn't expect the key to suddenly go missing. For all his extended neck as a bird, that doesn't help much when he's tumbling on his side and back.]
[He blinks and looks all around, as though thinking he dropped the keyblade -- which of course results in getting hit pretty quickly.]
[It takes him a little longer to even realize what happened, and when he does, he starts laughing in bird, before crouching lower into a small ball and aiming a small tapping kick for Roxas' legs.]
[It's not enough to do much damage, or even throw Roxas off balance again, most likely, but more for emphasis to try to push Roxas back.]
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[A little smirk. He holds out his left hand. Marco, meet Oblivion
He shifts, this is where his form gets tricky. He runs in, blades dragging behind him. He swings one than the other.]
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[OH HELL NO!]
[Marco has no idea what those are or what they'll do!]
[So that means his eyes widen in alarm and before Roxas can react, Marco runs around like a chicken with his head cut off.]
[Bravest birdman ever yo.]
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Roxas swings Oblivion up onto his shoulders, watching him run around. Laughter bubbles up from inside him.]
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[He glares huffily and squawks grumpily in phoenix, flailing his wings some more and then slumps into the sand.]
[No respect, yoi. He never gets any respect.]
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[He has to whistle and talk through giggles.]
Come here, I won't attack you!
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Promise, Roxas?
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[Roxas doesn't understand bird speak, but he can guess at the hesitation.]
What scared you anyway? Is it my keyblades?
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[He just didn't know what it would do!]
[WHAT IF IT SPLASHED HIM!?!?!]
[NO BATHS!]
[Oh wait, that's a yes.]
[He hesitates again and cocks his head to the side, chattering aimlessly.]
I wasn't scared, but I'm cautious yoi!
[And nudges one with his beak carefully.]
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[Roxas holds them out to him, lowering Oblivion.]
You can look at them all you want. [Roxas doesn't know any water magic.]
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[Poooooke.]
[Then just stares expectantly at Roxas for more explanation.]
Then why do they look different! And you made them disappear before! That's weird, yoi!
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These are keyblades. They open all locks, or seem to. And uh, they're Sora's I think. They're sharp. I'm not sure why I have two, but I fight with them together and apart. I just summon them and they come out.
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[He's heard this before, but not about the different types.]
[And where he'd once thought the light magic was just focused through them, now he's just unsure.]
What else?
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[He vanishes them and summons them back. Oathkeeper appears in the light and Oblivion in the darkness.]
They work like swords mostly. I can't let you hold them. Only keyblade wielders can. Uh, oh and they work with the keychain on the back.
[He turns Oathkeeper around.] The star one I mean. The watch I got from Lea.
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That's weird, yoi.
[Poke poke peck.]
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My keyblades can also collect hearts.
[Probably their most important feature, actually.]
But I never took anyone's heart who wasn't a heartless. Like a person's. But I...guess I could.
[He knows how suddenly, remembering Sora took his own heart.]
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[Okay Maybe THAT was the sudden uneasy feeling.]
[Like losing his tattoos.]
[Yup.]
[Marco gives a low worried crooning note, and shies away from them, asking for further explanation.]
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[He spins the keyblade deftly and points it at his own chest.]
And through his heart. That's why I exist. Heartless steal hearts and when I kill then, I get them back.
But Le-some Nobodies had their hearts stolen. Someone else took their heart away. Sora is...the only exception I think.
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[He knew Roxas wouldn't on purpose, and since he said he hadn't taken it from people who usually had hearts, probably not accidentally either.]
[But Marco flicks his tail up and down, thinking harder. But is that from the keyblade itself? A key to the heart kind of thing?]
[But in that case too, Roxas might know more instinctively than either he or Lea realize about how to track, and find specific people in the universe, wherever they are.]
[Retaining memories... Roxas spoke of how the Nobodies couldn't remember themselves either, and Chandra said she needed to find a way to keep her memories separate. If they could combine them...]
[In any case, it's clear that Marco's thinking a lot.]
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[He gives a cocky grin.]
Should be scared of that.
[He really is much better than he looks.]
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[Swooping headbutt again to knock Roxas back.]
[Take that!]
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