Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

All this talk of dreams and succeeding in your own goal made Krowley think of things he would rather not have in mind at the moment. any future he had was hoped to have included his friend, protecting the light and fighting darkness. He was now, however working against his friend who had sided with darkness. A very unwanted scenario on his part. "We're terribly sorry that we couldn't have prevented this. If only we had jumped in sooner..."
"It's not your fault," she smiled. "Whatever those things were, only spooked him, but Dumbo feel on his own accord by tripping over his ears. Those jumping... horns, actually made the ringmaster happy for some reason. Said something about trying to hire more performers like them."
"He's best find another act. Those kind of entertainers are unpredictable and should never be in a confined place that are full of hearts." He looked around at the disfigured mess around them. "Do you want some help cleaning this up?"
"Nah, I won't be cleaning it all up by myself. A lot of the circus people help out. I'll probably just end up tending to the animals. Not the best job, but I'll keep at it until my dream can happen." Relena always managed to smile as if telling them things were going to be alright. Krowley almost sympathized for the little one. She didn't seem like she had any parents if she was in a circus, and her caretaker wasn't the best role model. Must have a strong heart, he thought.
"Speaking of animals, I wonder how the little guy is holding up."
Krowley turned back to where Timothy had run off. They had left them alone for some time while talking to Relena.
"We'll go check on him," he replied, volunteering them. "Best of luck in your pursuit, sorry we couldn't be of more help."
"Are you kidding, wait until I tell everyone I saw actual sprites in a circus! They probably won't believe me, but it's certainly something I'll never forget!"
Sprites as in... fairies? There was a lot he could have responded to concerning that, but with all the craziness, that was a very viable excuse for their presence.

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Cutting to inside the toy shop, fidget was rummaging around, trying to hide way the broken snow globe he has bumped and broken. Sighing in relief from not being found out, he waddled back to grab his sack and open towards the contents he had recently placed inside. Shoving that aside, he then reached into his wing pocket to retrieve the list Ratigan had given to him, along with a pencil to check what he had successfully obtained.
"Get the following. Tools. Check! I got tools. Gears, double check! I got gears. Girl..." He thought for a moment and looked inside the bag before checking. "No, didn't get girl. Uniforms," he paused to give a short chuckled. "I got plenty uniforms." He looked towards the direct of the marching band toys from which he had removed all their clothing. He leaned over the ledge to find that Basil, Dawson and Olivia had already walked in.
"Uh-oh! Gotta hide!" The little bat jumped, grabbed his sac full of materials, and made a quick scamper to a higher ledge, out of their view. He also unknowingly dropped his list, which slowly descended to the bottom floor, where the group was investigating.

"Now Olivia dear, stay close," he said, quickly securing her hand. "I do hope those other chaps are doing well..."
"Please do be quiet Dawson. We are on a very discreet investigation. Judging by the freshness of his prints, the rapscallion isn't too far off. Just keep the girl close and leave the snooping to me."
Strutting stealthily, he began to examine the confines of the toy store.

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(OOC - No Luna, I just count it as one attack.

 

Cody was placed in his cage fit for an animal, while being guarded simultaneously by the tall woman. The room was McLeach's containment dungeon, where he placed poached animals for safe keeping until a high bidder would take them off his hands. Wallets, purses, whatever the animal was made out of, would eventually become an accessory for the next buyer. The woman began examining all his "trophies" during her shift of making sure the boy wouldn't escape. she sat relaxed, but still vigilant with her lance. "Never thought a poacher would end up taking his own kind," she teased.
"Why are you doing this?... You don't look like a bad lady."
The woman sighed. "Name's Fang. And it's a bit complicated, but I need that bird gone."
"Oh.. so you're in it for the money then? All grown ups are the same.."
"Hey now, I never said anything about coin. It's just a bit of a mission I have to do... A focus. At least, I hope it is."
"If you're unsure, why help him? How do you know killing Marahute is what you need to do to complete your mission or whatever!" Cody argued. That bird meant the world to him, and the woman could be helping him instead.
"It's the only thing I have to go on... Part of my focus is not knowing. But there are hints tossed around to clue you in." She turned to look at her reflection in a bucket of mop water. "It's all fuzzy in my head, but I think at one point I saw a giant bird swooping down."
He paused to try and reason again. "What happens if you don't complete your focus?"
Fang, too paused, to try and tarnish the though. "They turn you into a monster."
"They?" he asked curiously? But before she could explain, McLeach came barging in, upset and marched straight up to Cody's cage. "Time to go, boy."

Meanwhile, outside his estate, Jake and the rest of the party had reached McLeach's residence. "Thanks a lot mate," he said, climbing off the wombat. He stopped to offer his hand to Karina and Yana to let them down.

~MISSION COMPLETE~ III. Track McLeach

Karina leveled up!
AP increased!

Kross leveled up!
Kross learned Blizzard!

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Unlike Yana Karina did not accept Jakes hand down. She jumped off the wombat herself and looked at their destination. "So how do you guys suppose we go about rescuing this kid? Anyone got a plan." She asked the group Adding on under her breath. "Cause I sure don't." Karina didn't like to plan much but she didn't think she could just wing it in a situation like this, so she hoped that someone else would know what to do so she would just follow them.

 

"We will cross that bridge when we get there I guess." Karina said as she started forward towards the building trying to keep a low profile. Keeping unnoticed was something she was indeed good at. She ran to the nearest object that she could hide behind an stayed there waiting for the others to follow. She wanted to get the boy out as soon as possible before any harm came to him and she failed yet another mission.

 

Aden entered the toy store carefully. He wondered why they were there, but then he remembered that Basil had been following...Fidget, that was the bat's name. But if Fidget had been under orders from Ratigan and had come here...

"...Then what does a crime lord want with all these children's toys?" he wondered aloud. Basil probably had a theory of some sort, so he looked to the detective.

 

"Or we could just wait for 'em to walk out," he gestured. Their elaborate plan was no longer needed as the boy, McLeach, and a tell woman exited the small house. Being the first time anyone in the group had seen the characters in person, the scenario was entirely new to them. McLeach was leading the far away trio, shoving the boy, and having Fang closely follow him.
"Report said nothing about a sheila in the mix..." Jake replied. He looked into his jacket pocket and pulled out the report to make sue. Poacher.. Boy.. No woman. So what's her gain?..." Jumping across the field to get a better look, he hid behind one of McLeach's tires and signaled for the others to follow.
"Get out of here!! Go on! Git!!" McLeach had become very rough, and literally threw the boy out.
" It's all over boy... your bird's dead. Someone shot her..." He used his rifle to simulate the heart wrenching impact it would have on the boy. "Shot her, right outta the sky, BANG!!"
"NO!!" Cody cried out.
"Whaddya mean 'no'? You callin' me a liar? I heard it on the radio this morning,... And she could have been mine if it weren't for you! Now you better git outta here, before I change my mind. Go on, git!!" The poacher kicked a clomp of dirt at him.
Fang watched in discontent and concern. She turned to look at the brand on her arm which still remained. While she spoke not a word, her mind was running at top speed to piece together everything.
"Why is he letting him go? Something about this isn't right, gotta be a trick. Fellas like McLeach aren't ones to let their prey go." Jake insisted.

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"Hmm... how very odd..." Basil questioned, magnifying each aspect of the objects around him. "What is it Basil?"
"Isn't it painfully obvious, Doctor? These dolls have been stripped of their uniforms. And not by any child, either." Basil displayed the stripped dolls with nothing but their plastic frame and immobile parts.He then rushed to show the Doctor's attention at the wind up toys. "
"Someone has taken the liberty of removing the clockwork mechanisms from these toys... Most curious..." As Basil went on explaining, fidget's list floated down, distracting Dawson into picking up and claiming it.
"Umm, Basil?" The good Doctor aimed to get the detective's detention from his pretentious crime solving. "Oh what is it now, Doctor?" he asked, annoyed. Upon further inspection of the list, Basil gave a chuckle.
"No doubt, more evidence leading to Fidget. It reaks of Bat!"
"But Basil, read what's on it" he insisted.
"Yes, yes, very well. Uniforms have been stolen, Gears have been stolen, tools to steal the gears have undoubtedly been stolen, and the girl..." he paused at the frightening realization. "Dawson where is the girl?"
A high pitched scream was heard from the higher rafters.
Fidget was seen putting the little Scottish girl into his sac. "Heh-heh... I got the gears, I got the tools, I got the uniforms, I got the girl, heh-heh-heh-heh" With no time to spare he jumped out the window.
Before they could give chase, several of the toys began to become mobile and get in their way. Several of the Boxed toys popped out and began to fire at will.
"Dark imps and artillery armed toys, what has London come to nowadays!" Dawson yelled out, ducking for cover.

~MISSION START~ III. Toystore Rumble

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"I guess it's been more of a matter of why we need to fight," he replied. "I used to be very biased in thinking darkness was to be hated and feared. I used light as a security blanket when I didn't want to face it. Now it's taken my friend, and corrupted him." He began to reminisce of simpler times as he walked. "And now... I risked a lot to try and bring him back. Not to the light, but back from hurting the world order. When the keyblade chose me, my first priority was to protect my friend. But now that he's gone..." He paused to take in his unfortunate ultimatum. "My next priority is to protect everything else from him."

He stopped, along with the others when they had reached the kennels, where a weepy Dumbo was more gloom-filled than before. He swayed his tiny trunk back and forth in a trance-like and lazy motion.
"Oh thank goodness, ya gotta help me! I don't know what's in the hey, but the what's not right here!" Krowley took a moment to try and map his way through that sentence. "Calm down and explain," he commanded. As much as he despised being leader, he couldn't really bow down after his previous statement. He meant what he said, but executing things to his liking never always went as planned. There always seemed to be some snag in his design.
Timothy pointed high above Dumbo, where a giant pink bubble was hovering overhead.

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(OOC - Deepest apologies. Repaired.