KH Class RP (Re-Made)

Enoch grimaced, "Whaaaaat? Oh no! i can't go in there. Your crazy weirdos tried to kill me, in my own home! I refuse!" he crossed his arms and turned his head away. Xone rolled his shoulders and barely glanced back at him as he started to leave the ship, "Fine, stay here then. We'll go into the dangerous lair and fight the bad guys. You stay here." Enoch gave him a wounded look but stayed where he was.

Renee nodded and moved to follow him, "Xone wait for me! C'mon Raoxthu."

 

Raoxthu, Kenneth, and the others stepped out of the ship and started to walk around The Eternal Lair not knowing that Shadow Star had hidden himself out of view and was watching them closely.

 

ooc: is this not sort of the end battles? Shouldn't we tell dabeat?

 

Ooc: Shouldn't everyone be also present in a final battle? O.o;Mage's still stuck in the still crumbling Keyblade Graveyard.

 

ooc: oh yeah. I'll get ya.

bic: ~Keyblade Graveyard: Empty Space~

Several lights and darker lights floated up around Mage. The lights emetted warmth and the dark lights emetted a feeling of hatred and despair. Soon voices rose up with the lights, You will not take the light! Kingdom Hearts will never be made and the X-Blade will never be made! The dark lights pulsed as their voices rose up, As if we'd allow you filth to have Kingdom Hearts and the X-Blade! You don't deserve benevolance! Xenree's Organization coat drifted along through the empty space. The lights took shape into humans, wielding Keyblades of darkness and light of all different shapes and sizes and clashed together. Save one. A boy wielding a dark Keyblade stood still mumbling, "I don't want to fight anymore...I want them to get along. Why can't they see the war is useless?" he looked like he could've used a friend when he died.

 

Mage went over to Xenree's coat, crying. "Good Bye Xenree..." she mumbled, wearing the coat. She looked to the memory of the war, then to the boy. "I wish they would stop this pointless fighting..." She really just wanted to scream, she wanted anything but to be here. "Someone, please... Take me away from here!"
Ooc: I think there might be too much of Mage in me, I almost cried for Xenree writing this o.o

 

The boy looked up at Mage, "You can see me?"

 

Mage watched the boy, confused. "I thought... But this world is dead, how are you there? And... You're not scared of me?" Her face was exposed, eyes of almost black glistening when light passed by her.

 

He shook his head, "Should I be? I've been here so long everyone is changing. No one looks the same, let alone human anymore." Pulling off his broken and damaged helmet revealing his white hair and yellow irises over black eyes. "Most of the Dark Keyblade wielders are becoming like this. The Light...well you'd have to find one that wants to break from the usual fighting tradition and talk." The other Keyblade wielders that had started to fight in their glimmering shadow forms wore armor and helmets like Terra and Aqua's.

 

"You don't look too bad either. At least you're human. I was made." Mage walked over to the boy, or floated given the curcimstances. She tried sitting by him, sighing sadly. Her tears had not stopped flowing.

 

His yellow eyes watched her and a sad smile briefly crossed his face, "Why are you crying? In a place that never moves, what could be sad enough for tears?" He opened his mouth again to say something else but an explosion burst above their heads. He didn't flinch but shut his mouth and sighed, "Nothing changes with them."

 

"I lost someone that was very important to me..." Mage wiped away her tears, thinking about what she was. "What do you think I belong to?" She put the cloth of the coat close to her, she could almost recognize Xenree's scent.

 

The boy felt terrible for bringing it up, his senses were horribly impaired by now. "I'm sorry for your loss. Everyone's dead here....I figured you are from the outside world. You've come to the Keyblade Graveyard from outside...a different world." Lifting his dark Keyblade to the sky he let a dark flare out and a rise of cheers came, some horribly distorted.

 

Mage felt pained to hear the distorted cheers. "I look kind of like you... Does that make me on of the dark?" She questioned, huffing her knees in. She looked at the boy, feeling almost rude for never introducing herself.

 

"No...not all those that look like me are of the dark. Believe it or not, I used to be on the Light's side, but....somethings happened and I was won by the darkness in my heart." He noticed her look and cracked a small smile, "I'm sorry, I haven't even told you my name. I'm Adrien. And you are?"

 

" I don't have a real name. So, I call myself what I am. I am Mage." She placed a hand over the odd thumping in her chest, curious. What was this weird thumping?

 

Adrien stood, touched his fist over his heart, "A pleasure Mage. Hmm, is something wrong?" Being so old and never aging he didn't understand what she meant by created.

 

"I don't know what's going on. Everything moves to fast and I try to catch up, but the right way never works..." Mage huddled closer to herself, thinking over her time of memories. "I am horrible. I am an experimental monster."

 

Adrien sat close beside her and lightly tried to touch her cheek, though his hand went right through her, "You have a heart don't you? That means you aren't an experiment or a monster. Monsters don't have hearts. Isn't that right Meztil!?" A rather scratchy distorted voice responded from somewhere close, "You got somethin' to say to me traitor?! Why don'tcha say it with your Keyblade!" "Hahaha, Meztil is my old mentor from the Darkness. He's a monster if you could ever label him something. Unless all you think about is destruction and death, then you are not a monster." He slammed his Keyblade into the dirt in front of him.

 

Mage didn't seem to react, thinking back go what she has done. "I killed people and ate their hearts... And this heart isn't mine, it's just someone's that wouldn't stay down. I am using his emotions..." She looked to Adrien, then to the presumed direction she heard "Meztill". She summoned fire to help her, this fire having a now odd purple hue.
Ooc: too late, need bed @.@