The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

Phisoxa turned to see Robbie and stared at him blankly, wondering why this man had known her name and why he had the courage to speak to a stranger like her.
Phisoxa:" Who are you?"
She said still standing close to the edge as her hair blew in the wind, she still had a innocent look on her face.

 

Robbie sighed at knowing Phisoxa didn't remember him.
Robbie: My name is Robbie.
Robbie looked much like Torxber, except Robbie had black hair, both his eyes, his eyes where blue instead of brown and he semmed much friendlier.

Torxber pointed at a blue ship in the hanger.
Torxber: That one, why don't you go find a seat.

 

Crystal nodded and walked into the ship and sat down in the seat next to the pilot's.

 

Phisoxa looked at him questionably, noticing he did look quite familiar but she didn't know from where.
Phisoxa:" Ah? Robbie is it? You must be the guy Drake spoke of. But you do look quite familiar, like somebody I know."
She said folding her hands behind her back as she looked back at the sunset, enjoying the calm cool breeze.

 

Robbie chuckled at how clueless Phisoxa was.
Robbie: I wonder, maybe Torxber? Do you know him, people comment we look very similair.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh I see, well in my eyes, you are no where near that monster of a man who I find rather annoying. At least you can speak to me without speaking down to me like a child."
She said continuing to star out at the sunset.

 

Robbie: Yeah, well when your billions of years old I think I would start seeing everyone as children.
Robbie closed his eyes.
Robbie: THought I admit I met you when you where pregnant.

 

Drake was pretty surprised at what he was hearing. He always thought Robbie was a normal knight

 

Phisoxa:" Ah then that explains why I was having a hard time remembering you, I had most of my memories of me being with Dante and while I was pregnant wiped so I wouldn't remember unless my memories were fully restored."
She said bringing her hands out in front of her as she took out a cinnamon stick and put it her mouth, chewing on it slowly.

 

Robbie: yeah, I miss those days.
Robbie looked around.
Robbie: Where is Clara?

Torxber sat in the pilot seat of the ship and took off, heading for twilight town.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh, I'm sorry about, you don't mean that girl I was with were you? I think I left her down at the sandlot and I think I got distracted and left her there."
She said chewing on her cinnamon stick with a childish expression her face.

 

Robbie: Well then, I guess I should go find her.
Robbie stood up and walked of the edge of the tower. He landed gracfully as he started to walk into the town.

 

Phisoxa watched the man leave them, slowly chewing on her cinnamon stick, unaware of what was about to come to twilight town.
Phisoxa:" I guess we should wait for him to come back, anyways I like the feeling of the wind up here."

 

Mixt took a brief look around although he was fairly certain there would be no one there. "All right, I get it. You've done your homework. This should be interesting at the very least. What do you want me to know about Torxber?"

 

Knight: I just checking to see if you knowabout the phillosper stone gathering lives ofr the last few billion years and that he intends to use it to bring someone important to him back with it.

 

Mixt was a bit confused "It's been gathering souls for billions of years? I'll grant you that my studies have only been with red-stones, not Philosopher's Stones; but they should undergo decay like any other material, not growth. Either someone has been misinformed, or some conditions have just narrowed down our search significantly.

 

Phisoxa began to hum to herself as she watched the golden gleam of the sunset peak out from behind the hills till at last she began to sing to herself a solemn tune in latin. This song she had remembered from back when she was only a child living with the Mindells.

 

Knight: I'm only telling you what I saw. It had been gathering souls for that long. Phisoxa is at the top of the clock tower.
The knight disappeared in a gust of wind

 

Phisoxa finished singing, feeling unusually happy since she was by herself and away from those annoyances of people.
Phisoxa:" I hope it stays like this forever."

 

The hours had passed by idly in the silent moonlight, wherein Xiao had devoted herself wholly to undoing the seal on the box. But they had, thus far, been fruitless attempts to understand the under laying mechanism that left it sealed. Now, it sat in the sand, the light of a new sun shining over it like an interrogation light, and Xiao circling it like the bad cop questioner. “Well,” she said, stopping in front of it. “Well, well, well. You’ve been a pesky little thing, but I think that I’ve got the read right on you. You’ll see.” Judgment manifested back into her tertiary hand, a well of destructive spirit energy honed onto the tip. “Ready… Aim….” Let’s see you stand up to me now! “FIRE!!”

The shot dispersed, connecting square with the box. There was no unbearable flash of light; no catastrophic output of energy resulting from the inevitable destruction of the energy of the box. There was nothing more than a sound akin to that of a building gust of wind, and the subsequent dying of said gust. She could feel it too; the energy that had been blessed around the box had been broken down to the point of uselessness. Smiling, her devilish eyes sparking with greed, she picked up her prize. Undoing the latch, she flung the topside. The two halves of the container clunked together as the hinges on the back dropped them into one another, echoing out over the sea.

This action was met with the flash of light, briefly escaping the container as its contents let off what energy had pinned up within. The interior, however, proved far less impressive than she had anticipated: It was nothing more than a velvet cushioning, left with a shallow imprint in which there rested, of all things, a roughly coined sized object, forged of a brilliant red stone. This, she plucked from its spot embedded within the velvet, holding up against the rising sun. “All that protection for something so… so small? You must be pretty potent.” For a moment, she wondered why she might need something like that, why ANYONE might need such a trinket.

“I think I’ll hold on to you for a while. Maybe I can find out whatever it is that you do. But how to throw them off?” The idea came to her quickly; it was right in her hand. Using another portion of destructive spirit energy, she wove a new seal, wrapping around the box entirely as she snapped its lock shut and ditching it in the sand. “That’ll do. No one will even be able to touch it now.” As for the talisman, or coin, or whatever it was, she worked it into a rivet in her armor, an inconspicuous spot free from notice or question.


Female Councils member? Moonlight hair color? Hmmm… He knew it. Cornelius knew the answer; it was just buried somewhere in memory. He had never been in such close quarters with too many council members. After a moment or two of searching, he came to the answer. “Of course!” he snapped his fingers holding a single index in scholarly fashion. “That would be… Miss Phisoxa, correct? But what does the girl have to do with any of this? She’s just another Council member, isn’t she?”

“Well. I suppose we can be thankful that went as well as it did.” Zei stared down the cellblock tracking the knight’s trek. He looked back across the hall at Renee, whose face seemed to be in doubt of his statement, caught up in a ‘what have you been paying attention to’ sort of expression. “I think you and I can both agree that that went over a lot better than it could have. Can we not?” The nod of his head seemed to carry over the Renee, who mimicked him perfectly in a forced agreement. “Guess there’s nothing left for us to do but break free,” Zei whispered, placing both hands around two bars of his cell. His inner spirit fluxed, wrapping around, infiltrating the bars and through each other.

There was little that could have stopped it. The bars, right in their frame, consumed by Zei’s life force broke out, snapping loose, and falling to the floor as a set. The entire front of the cell was now bare, free to traverse through. Zei was freed, able to move about the ship as necessary. “We’ve tried negotiation, Miss,” he said to Renee. “But they have deafened their ears to the voices of reason. So I shall go and have a word with them. I will return for you once things have been settled.” He retreated down the corridor, following the footsteps of the knight. Just need to find the Captain now.