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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 6, 2011 13:32:41 GMT -5
The laughter was heard from Byron's kitchen, Sophia looking around to try and find the source. Byron wasn't surprised, he had known they were being followed. Aside from not being light on their feet, whomever had been following them didn't do well to keep out of sight.
Byron shifted in his seat until he stood up. "Stay here." He said, the words doused in venom which made Sophia stiffen a bit. Byron headed to the front of his home and unlocked the door to step outside.
"Best show yourself now, or else." There was no one in sight, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that whomever was out there was hiding. Byron flexed his gloved hand, hoping a member of BLOOD would jump out so he could bash a face in.
Sophia hadn't listened; she was right behind Byron, standing in the doorway.
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 6, 2011 13:38:32 GMT -5
Corona came out of the shadow even though she was easy to see as she evened her breathing t get rid of the laughs.
"Put down your fist, young man. I'm not going to hurt you or your new rescue." Corona said, fixing her knapsack over her shoulder. "I was just amused at your definition of Keyblade Weilders. You're right: we're just a bunch of scarce people with fancy swords. Its honestly pathetic how far we've fallen."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 6, 2011 13:45:18 GMT -5
"A shame that you're one to fit the stereotype, young lady. Seems all you Keyblade Wielders do is fall into the same, senseless routine of selfishness. Originality has certainly died off with the lot of you. " Byron countered, continuing to flex his fist.
"You're a Keyblade Wielder?" Sophia stepped out from behind Byron, before looking back at him. "You said a Keyblade Wielder can help my world, right?"
"I also said they couldn't be trusted and this persistently curious one is no different." The 19 year old cut his eye back at Corona. "You were in the BLOOD tower before. Then you started following us once we reached the ground. Why?"
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 6, 2011 13:59:06 GMT -5
"Because I'm persistently curious." Corona replied. "Good, you noticed me there. My Master would be pissed if they heard that."
Corona then looked to Sophia yet was answering Byron's question in more detail. "To hear about the heartless is one thing but to hear a group's possible involvement is another. But most of all, I want to help this girl if I can."
Corona sighed. "Its always about the world, the world order, the world's hearts, never about the people. That's why I followed."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 6, 2011 14:13:55 GMT -5
"A stereotypical member of a declining race trying to redeem some former glory. How admirable, in a sense." Byron spat back. "Nowadays, a helping hand is always laced with something. So-"
Sophia ran toward Corona, but stopped before actually getting to her. "Would you help me? Really?"
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 6, 2011 14:21:15 GMT -5
"Yes." Corona answered, removing her sunglasses as she held out a hand. "My name is Corona Skylark. I'm no Master but I am Weilder. Though your rescuer is wise in what he says, no strings are attached to my offer."
Her eyes were a dark green-blue color, like a cold pond slowly freezing for winter's renewal. However, there was no lie in them.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 6, 2011 14:25:46 GMT -5
Sophia was hesitant as she stepped forward, but found herself reaching for Corona's hand. "Sophia Milton, Lesser Fellpool." She said, shaking her hand. "Thank you, in advance."
Sophia turned and stared at Byron. "Will you help me too, Byron? I know it's a lot to ask, since you've saved me already. I understand if-"
"I'm only tagging along to find out what BLOOD is up to, nothing more. Your world is none of my concern." Byron admitted.
Though his words were as cold as the harshest winter, they still brought a small smile to Sophia's face.
"Thank you."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 6, 2011 14:38:14 GMT -5
Corona gave a soft smile before nodding to Byron. "Very well. I can make transportation but I'll need two things: one, the name of your world and two, something like a cloak you two can protect yourselves in."
Without a gummi ship, she'd need to create a Keyblade Glider but they didn't have armor. A cloak or some magic clothing would do the job just as well.
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 7, 2011 13:57:54 GMT -5
"Who says we're leaving right away?" Byron spat, still not comfortable with either of the two. "BLOOD is up to something here, I plan on finding that out."
Sophia turned quickly. "But we have to go now, or it might be too late!" She was nearly screaming. She was already so close to going back home and didn't understand why Byron wasn't concerned.
Byron snarled, biting back his words. "Fine. I guess you're right." He raised his eyes to stare at Corona. "If history serves me correctly, your only means of transportation are either Corridors of Darkness or a Keyblade Glider, depending on how trained you are. Apprentices usually rely on Keyblade Gliders, but both offer dangers to both myself and the girl."
"It's Sophia." The young Lesser Fellpool corrected him.
"At any rate, using either of those ways of travel are fine for you, but not for us. And we don't have magic imbued clothes here." Byron said, heading back into his house and leaving the two to follow.
Sophia followed him back inside, watching him pick up a bag and start collecting books from the bookshelf she hadn't seen earlier. He then went into the closet and grabbed a few things, leaving Sophia questioning.
"So....what are we going to do?"
"Looks like we'll be paying the New Alpha Spacial Remit Station a visit." Byron zipped the bag up and threw it on his back, before covering himself with the cloak again. He went into the kitchen and around the corner, fumbling with something before coming back with an advanced hoverboard under his arm. He threw it onto his back and walked to the door.
"Spacial Remit Station?" Sophia had never heard of such a thing. "Are you going to use that board to get there? How am I supposed to get there?"
"No, I prefer to get there on foot. And we need a ship that'll take us through space." Byron stepped out of his home, Sophia behind him still. "Since BLOOD is taking innocents into custody to cover up whatever they're doing, I'm going to give them a real issue." He looked back at Sophia. "And you have your Keyblade Wielder with you, it'll be an easy job."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 7, 2011 14:17:30 GMT -5
"If I had cloaks, I would have given them to you. I was going to use a glider since its the fastest and easiest way. Cooridors are a little bit harder to handle." Corona said.
Once the Spacial Remit Station was their means of transport, she agreed. "Alright then. Time's a wasting..."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 7, 2011 14:41:18 GMT -5
"How far is it from here?" Sophia asked, just as Byron took off his Hoverboard and bag and forced the two onto Sophia.
"A few miles." Byron made sure his gear was strapped securely to Sophia.
"Miles? And you want to walk!" Sophia exclaimed before she was lifted onto his back again.
"Hold on tight." Byron gave that fair warning before sprinting off, jumping onto a bunch of rubble to get himself higher. He took a leap and jumped to the top of one of the buildings, scaling it to jump to another that was higher.
Slapping the circular device on his vest, Sophia could feel a surge of static make her hair sand up on end. Byron sped up and jumped at the edge of the building, ascending higher than before. He reached his hand out, latching onto a speeding hover car.
"You're insane!" Sophia cried, which only made Byron laugh as he climbed up the rear and got onto the roof of the car.
"Something along those lines."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 7, 2011 14:51:32 GMT -5
"I'd say he's just a dare devil."
Corona looked like a regular passer by that just joined the hoverlane at the last air ramp. She was seated on what looked like a hoverbike, the glow from the engine giving off a golden glow.
Conspicious and hidden, the Glider served its purpose to not attract attention. How else did Corona travel around without getting noticed?
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 7, 2011 15:08:54 GMT -5
"Can't all be mystical warriors of the Keyblade, now can we." Byron leapt to another hover car, one a bit more higher up. He swung himself up, making sure Sophia was still holding on tight.
He ascended to one more car and waited about ten minutes before moving to another, this one taking them to the Spacial Remit Station. The color of the building was nothing special; it looked the same as all the others, aside from the large letters at it's top saying "New A's Spacial Remit Station!" with "Where Space Travel Is Made Possible" in small letters below it. Although, it's shape was dome-like, and it was very wide.
Byron could make out the citizen's docking station from where he was standing. "There." He jumped without warning, making Sophia scream. Byron caught a hover car and swung himself down lower, before rolling atop another and finally touching down on the far side of the citizen docks, where no one was at.
Sophia climbed off of his back as fast as she could, shoving his stuff back into his arms. "That's the last time I do that!"
"Fine by me." Byron put his bag and hoverboard onto his back. "Next time, fly with her."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 7, 2011 15:13:34 GMT -5
"No, we can't." Corona replied with a smile. "Though, there are people who deserve it better than those who do."
Corona followed along even though she was just there moments ago. She either traveled via gummi or keyblade, it didn't matter. She landed and just as she touched the ground, the Glider disappeared in a flurry of sparks and light, hitting the ground and standing like it was never there to begin with. "Don't worry, Sophia, I'll make sure you can fly with me next time."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 13, 2011 17:10:11 GMT -5
(Try to make Corona a bit more cold. Remember, these are dark times.)
"Tch." Byron took a few steps toward the entrance of the Remit Station, taking a gander and what they would be up again. Low-level security as well as a few citizens; nothing too much.
"How are we going to get a ship?" Sophia questioned.
Byron glanced back. "We're going to take one."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 13, 2011 19:05:12 GMT -5
(I'm trying to make her more apathetic despite the fact she is compassionate.)
"As in steal?...why not." Corona wasn't disturbed by the idea. In fact, she welcomed a little stain on her record.
'You can't change the world without getting your hands dirty.' she thought as she began looking around to the security around. "That one over there..." she pointed to one pretty far off but it was on standby which meant it was already refueled. "I can get behind if you can get in front."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 13, 2011 20:27:26 GMT -5
(I understand that. But this is the beginning; try and keep some room for emotional/mental growth.)
"We're...stealing?" Sophia didn't sound so sure about that, but Byron honestly didn't care.
"Unless you have money, then yes." Byron made sure his bag was secure. "These things need keys. Get to the ship, I'll get the keys."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 14, 2011 0:55:36 GMT -5
(i know. i don't usually deal with such apathetic characters. sometimes sadistic but never truly apathy. a new experiment.)
Corona decided to not mention her Key would most likely work just as well. Not her first time hijacking a vehicle with no keys. Course, Gummis were-Ah forget it.
"Sophia, stay close and be quiet." She told he Lesser Fellpool as she grabbed her escort by the wrist and began pulling her along, gently but with some form of diligeance. The gummi ship they were going to acquire was pretty standard, meant for traveling citizens so nothing fancy.
Coming near the docking area, she looked to Sophia and handed her her knpasack. "Stay here and don't do anything stupid."
And with that, the keybearer bolted out of everyone's view. To the guards unaware, she was merely a shadow, a lethal shadow, their reaper.
Getting around the guards was easy, killing them without getting noticed was another. There were only two guarding the entrance to the ship but if she was unsychronized, it could mean disaster. Her Dual Mode would work just fine...but she knew of different ways to kill.
Her arm was given a light tap as it formed on her again, the sharper points of her guantlets seemingly sharper. She watched the two guards for one minute and then lunged.
"!-" Only one had time to gasp while the other would realize he was dead the moment his spirit left his body. Corona had lunged out and cut into their throats, keeping the blood from flowing while staying perfectly hidden behind the gummi ship. She entered the gummi and then useda warp to warp the corpses away. Looking at her bloody hands, her teal eyes just hardened.
"Dirtying my hands alright."
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Post by ♚Genesis✞ on Nov 14, 2011 14:26:40 GMT -5
(Yeah, I can see that.)
Byron wasn't looking at the Gummi Ship, they had pretty much been marked as obsolete decades ago. But Corona had already wasted her time dealing with the two guards, so it would be a bother to tell her that it wasn't the right ship.
If she preferred it, so be it.
Byron got into the management's office within seconds and was completely unnoticed. A quick search and he seized what he had came for; keys. He fumbled through them, counting off the ones that wouldn't work until he got to the right one.
There was a reason he wanted a key, despite having a Wielder of the Keyblade with them. A Keyblade could unlock just about anything, and that meant it could unlock the ship's security system without fail. Byron knew that, but what if the no-good wielder decided to leave himself and the Fellpool for dead while getting away with the ship. He didn't put it past the girl to do something of the sort.
Sophia wasn't sure standing around idly was a good idea; but as soon as she went to move, Byron grasped her arm and pulled her along. To be quite frank, she wasn't a fan of being yanked around by two people she barely knew.
"Don't say a word." Byron knew she probably didn't like it, but he hardly gave a d**n at the moment. He pulled her toward the docking area where the Gummi Ship sat quietly. Taking one more look around just to make sure no one was watching, he dragged Sophia onto the ship and closed the door.
"Next time you two want me to do something, try asking. It doesn't hurt, ya know." Sophia said, rubbing her wrists.
"If you're going to whine to anyone, whine to your friend over there." Byron sat at the pilot's seat and put the key in it's slot, but didn't turn it. That alone made Sophia question his ability to fly it.
"Um, are you sure you can drive this?" She asked.
"A hunk of junk like this? Yeah." Byron answered with a hint of annoyance. "Just taking in how crappy this model is. It'll have to do. Sit down, buckle up, and shut up."
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Post by Astraeus on Nov 14, 2011 19:49:47 GMT -5
"Its a standard. You can fix it up later." Corona replied as she took her pack back and sat down in a chair.
As she sat down, her armor flashed away but the blood from the guards stained her hands. Taking out a water bottle, she washed her hands the best she could. "You better. I've never driven one of these before."
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