A Heartless Revealed: Unoti Talius' Entrance(Open)

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Click, Clack, Click, Clack...

The sound of feet walking through an alleyway between two buildings with the Twilight to a figures back. The black haired human appearing man walked step by step down the alleyway with a book in his hands and wearing a red loose fitting shirt with black slacks and bare foot. As he walked a pair of heartless jumped up on him from behind him and stole his book. Upon stealing  the book his shirt came down from his right side revealing a heartless sign upon his chest. The red eyes man looked at the pair of soldier heartless with ferry and they ran off. "You've just made your last mistake. I am Unoti Talius you won't get far before I kill you!"

As the pair of soldier heartless make off with a book Unoti makes the pursuit after them with his bo staff strapped to his back. "Filthy mindless creatures!" A black flicker appears beneath his feet as he steps down in unison with his stride the black flicker sends him moving forwards at blistering speeds. As he encroaches upon the heartless flames appear at his feet. Once next to the pair he speaks, "Black Fire." A circled wall of flames shoot up from the ground around him sending both the heartless flying towards the ground.



"Disgusting, filthy, mindless, and worst of all you've encroached upon my research. You dare to be known as heartless? Don't make me laugh. You're pathetic!." Releasing the staff from it's spot on his back it starts to fall to the ground but before it even has the chance to he grabs it from behind his back over his shoulder and spins it above his head. Then settles it upon his shoulder blade. One hand pointed outwards the other to his side along with the staff.



He charges forwards yet again, faster than before. One of the heartless cries out for help. Only the call would go unheard as the bo staff is swung into it's face and is defeated. The other then tries to let out a cry himself managing for a slight bit of the cry to escape before Unoti was able to jump up above it. "Dark Gravity..." A ball of black condensed gravity is sent flying towards the heartless as it's crushed beneath the force of the gravity.



Landing upon the ground five shadow heartless appear behind him and he smiles. They jump towards him but he turns around raising his arm up. A black energy shield appears before his made from the darkness that was once his heart. All are sent backwards from simple force of the timing. "Begone with all of you, I'd gladly force all you to dissolve just as I did your friends." The shadows knowing they're outmatched bring the slightly burned book to him. Examining it he sees the it's only the back cover that's burned. Very little harm done to the rest of it. "Thank you for wising up but you're too late. I told you to leave here and you refused as such you will die."  Upon saying this a sinister smile grew across his face as he readied his bo staff. The heartless dropped the book began to run for their lives but Unoti was slightly faster. Ramming the staff through the head of one it dispersed and he swung the staff towards the others. Leaving very little time for them to act, they jumped to a flawed approach that would leave them dead upon a the strike of a bo staff.

Looking around the man started to head back home reading the book and covering up the heartless sign upon his chest.

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Twilight Town, a town named as such thanks to the eternal twilight that resided high in its skies. Always a flickering between gold and orange the skies were as a sun that wished to sink into darkness lingered upon the horizon. It could not sink. Nor could it rise, so suspended in time this odd sun shined its light upon a sea of water far below the town and a train track that was suspended high above the water. Occasionally, a train would pass by on these tracks flowing with the chime of the clock at the clock tower that marked the center of this town.

The town was quiet and soothing to most. It was a laid back town that flowed on its own sense of time and reality; however for a particular mercenary this town was neither for him as he clung to the side of that large clock tower, his claws buried deep into the stone giving the cat like man support as his tail swayed lightly behind him. Upon his shoulders a small black fox held on easily to the thick cloths that made up the mercenary’s clothing while a second fox white in coloration rested easily in a sling created by the creature’s scarves. Both foxes rested easily upon the mercenary who watched the sun stained landscape with a blank expression.

He had seen this sight many times, so he did not hate or love what he saw. He simply accepted it was there and nothing more. Twilight Town for the mercenary was a place to think rather than relax. He wasn’t sure why, but somehow hanging off the side of the clock tower here and watching the sun helped clear his mind of all distraction and helped him focus on his main goals once more.

He needed to find a way into the darkness, so that he could find his way to the solution of fixing himself and finally face off with the source of his curse. The darkness. It was a place he had not been able to explore on his own. Its power was strong and without the proper guidance he would not find his way in there and back out again.

He had tried to find aid by using the rabbit he found in Radiant Garden, but he wondered if that source was good enough or not. The rabbit had fled from the darkness and gave him quite a challenging hunt…but even with all actions said and done…Deshi did not feel that he was any closer to getting to where he needed to be. No. He needed another way into darkness or rather a source that he could use to find out more about the secrets within the darkness.

So he had come here to think and ponder the situation. To see if perhaps the atmosphere of this place could shed some light upon his frustrating hunt for doors. The light stinging on his back only added to this frustration as it reminded him of the slow moving countdown that was upon him. Sure, being only half completed bought him more time than the others that had been cursed like himself, but even with extra time the flower had already spread to cover most of his back and he had a feeling it would only be a matter of time before the flower bloomed fully and destroyed him.

Deshi wasn’t sure of the number of years he had left. Didn’t want to think about it to be honest. All he wanted right now was to get himself back even if it did quicken the curse. He wanted to make himself whole again so he could find the source of the curse and being a full demon make his plea to have the curse lifted from himself and his people.

If he failed, he would perish and the cycle of unnecessary death would continue on. While the mercenary was no defender of the worlds, he simply could not be idle when there was maybe a chance to stop some of the suffering that was being passed around due to the curse upon his people and himself.

Despite how noble Deshi’s cause was, the problem of completing either goal was still a tough task without the knowledge needed to progress forward. His travels through the worlds had led him no where, but in circles when it came to his personal quest, so…the darkness was his only key now in this search for truth and freedom.

But how to get into the darkness again? Deshi wondered to himself as a light frown came across his face. The mercenary pondered his situation for a while longer before a bit of movement caught his eyes from below. Glancing downward, crimson eyes would land on a pair of Solider Heartless dancing about and making a racket as they communicated with each other in an animated fashion.

As one pointed towards an alleyway, Deshi’s eyes narrowed with suspicion as he watched the pair skip off to do whatever mischief they were planning. Curious if the creatures were simply causing chaos or actually attacking something, the mercenary moved from his perch, climbing up the clock tower a bit more before launching himself off of the building and towards another in the area. For a normal person, the jump would’ve been almost impossible to make and if one did manage to make said jump, then the landing would’ve surely shattered them; however, Deshi was not normal.

His inhuman strength made it easy for him to push off the side of the clock tower and sail across the open air and when he came down upon the roof of the nearby building, it was easy for him to disperse the hefty impact evenly through his body so not only did his sturdy bones not rattle, but he didn’t damage the structure he had landed upon with his weight. Without losing much momentum, the mercenary shifted his body weight slightly to help the black fox remained balance upon his shoulders before he was moving across the rooftops at a quick clip.

Despite having bells upon him and a heavy frame, the mercenary moved silently and gentle across the rooftops of the building only disturbing the occasional bird that he moved passed as he followed the Heartless below. The mercenary only stopped and pressed himself against the roof when the Heartless themselves paused and began peeking around the corner at something. Whispering or laughing to themselves, the creatures vanished from the area leaving the mercenary to wonder exactly what was happening; however, the mercenary did not have to wonder for long what was happening for shortly after the Heartless hid themselves, a strange man wearing red and black came drifting through the area with a book in his hands. Outside of the odd dress wear, the man reminded Deshi of the silver headed man in Radiant Garden and for a second the mercenary debated about approaching him.

However, before a decision could be made, the two hidden Heartless decided to attack the man from behind and with their attack took the book the other had with him. On top of this, the loose shirt that the man wore slid down slightly off of his shoulder revealing the strange emblem that marked him too as a Heartless.

Oh?

Deshi’s head would tilt slightly with curiosity as he saw the mark. Was this one actually an upper ranking Heartless? Or was this another design only similar to the Heartless brand? It was hard to say without getting closer; however, Deshi pushed that little issue aside as he wondered what made the book stolen so important that the man reacted the way he did to the Heartless. Such violence, anger...insanity, but why? Was this being below him human and hater of the Heartless? Maybe the symbol upon it was a reminder of past things and perhaps that is why the other attacked? If this was true then some of the violence displayed made sense; however, if the hater theory was not true and this was actually a Heartless, Deshi had to wonder why did the weaker ranks attack him…and why was it that he reacted with violence against his own kind?

Oh yes... this creature was indeed curious and only became more so as the angry Heartless moved into action to pursue the now running Heartless.

Like a shadow Deshi crawled along the roofs of the building watching how the other addressed the Heartless and then promptly attacked them using an odd speed boosting technique that was quickly combined with a fire attack that smashed into the Heartless who were unprepared for such an assault. The strange man didn’t end his attack there though. Oh no. He continued on, displaying skills with his staff before he finished the creatures off with a gravity spell of some sort. All this was done before he was landing upon the ground.

Cute, but it seemed the Heartless were not impressed. Five lower ranking Shadows came to get revenge for their fallen kin; however, once more the man displayed his superiority over them and in turn, the injured creatures submitted to him. They tried to make up for the error by returning the book which the man seemed to be pleased about.

However, pleased or not Deshi did not miss the sinister smile that grew upon the other's face after he had spoken his harsh words to the Heartless. The Shadows tried to flee, but the man with the staff was too fast and lashed out at the creatures seeming to destroy them all with his aggressive attack. As the fight ended, the man seemed to calm as he scanned the area before turning his eyes towards his book. Flipping it open, he began to read his book as he shifted his body slightly to recover the symbol upon his chest.

Staying hidden on the roof, Deshi watched the odd man go wondering just what he was that he seemingly attacked his own kind with such violence. Would it be wise to approach such a wild being even if it appeared to be knowledgable? Would it attack him too?

Hmmm..Maybe he should simply leav—

Hm?

Deshi’s thought halted as slight movement caught his eyes. Looking down, he saw one last Shadow remaining. By some miracle, it had hidden itself and also managed to hold onto what looked like a page of a book of some sort. Not sure if the page was from the man’s book or another, Deshi watched as the creature tried to quietly sneak away; however, it would not be getting far at all.

As the shadow noticed another shadow above, it looked up with wide yellow orbs as a small cry of shock tried to escape its body, but the cry never made it out. In a whirlwind of rustling cloth and lightly jingling bells, Deshi drop down upon the shadow crushing it under his weight and claws as he landed in a catlike crouch upon the ground.

Not seeming to be concerned with the man that was still nearby, Deshi shifted his weight slightly as he moved one hand watching as the dark puddle that used to be the Heartless fade away leaving behind the torn out page.

Gripping the edges of the paper with his claws as gently as he could, Deshi picked up the paper and begin to study it. The black fox upon his shoulder leaned in closer to inspect the paper too, while the white fox simply napped in her sling like bed made of the mercenary’s scarves. Focusing on deciphering the words on the page, Deshi remained quietly studying the paper and seemingly oblivious to whatever else was around him.
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Tag: Good post Uno. Now let’s play!
Notes: Why read without a care when a potential enemy is nearby?

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❤ I don't want the future. I want the present to stand still. I just want to stay here with you ❤

For many the Darkness was an overbearing burden that had the unique ability of crushing any bit of Light a person carried. There were a few, rare cases, in where the dark and light were capable of coexisting in a manner inconceivable to most. Few saw the possibility of balance as one element always strove to overpower the other. There were the idealists, though, that not only saw the possibly of this, but the advantage a person with access to both may have. It was a naive and age old concept of equality that, more and more, seemed to have little to no baring in these worlds. Adhering to such a belief often had its own, deadly consequences. But: the threat of death or suffering was not a threat to those that believed with all of their heart.

The twilight was known as the witching hour. It was the time when goblins and ghouls were happiest. By the sounds of laughing children, it was hard to say that any monsters were out at this time, a world perpetually stuck on such .a powerful time. On Sunset Hill children continued to play. They were not unattended though. A young woman with raven colored hair stood atop the hill playing their games. Her back was turned to them, hands over her face hiding her youthful countenance. Behind her the children's little steps pattered hurriedly as if chasing a fleeing ball. The blue duster, that nearly touched to the ground behind her, fluttered on the winds of the hill. A pair of white angel wings had been painstakingly etched onto the back of the vestments, the white threads permanently sewn into the soft fabric. It was like seeing proof of the heavens. Beside her lay a small, tri-colored hound curled up in the mixing swirl of the evening's cool and warm humidity.

The skies above burned crimson, gold and orange, as if a Phoenix was soaring through the clouds, setting ablaze the horizon. The woman spun around, the hazel highlights running down her hair in streaks, glistened brightly in the mixing colors that shone down onto the lands, reflecting off every viable surface to create a melody painted by nature herself. When the woman looked to the children as they rushed toward her, but in a matter of seconds they froze in place. Not a movement, ora blink as she narrowed her eyes and stared down the miniature people. Suddenly little giggles began to bubble up from their stilled frames, one even wiggling against his will! The woman pointed out her finger, as if weaving a mystical spell through the air. She pointed toward the children, their eyes widening as if in horror for their situation.

“You moved!” She accused to one of the boys who dropped their posture and slumped over, the other children giggling.

The dog that had been laying down pushed to sit up. A soft yawn rumbled from the fuzzy companion’s muzzle. Looking up to the sky before turning her muzzle to her mistress the canine let out a bark. The woman pouted and allowed her arms to fall to her sides. It was her personal alarm clock. She supposed it was time. She slumped down, her form mimicking the boy’s current state of depression. She did not want to head on, but she knew the Darkness held a lot of the fears she has held close since meeting it face to face. She did not want to see herself in that light again. Or -- lack of light as the situation came. At night her powers became their strongest, because her restraint became its weakest. She stood tall and put her fists on her hips,

“Well guys, it seems my time is up!” The children jeered at the unfairness. “Angelo says it’s time to head off, kinda can’t disagree with her time keeping skills!”

“Aww, come on Angie!” The kids tried to bargain, but the dog pushed to stand and whined.

She could recognize the unease in her mistress and did not want her to suffer any more than she wished to. It was best they started out before their parents started to worry. Rinoa raised her hand, a soft smile drawing onto her features.

“Stay safe guys, I gotta keep on searching tonight.” She pumped her fists and rest her arms at her sides in a victorious pose.

“Rin-chan, yer gunna search for your boyfriend?!” One of the girls called out, to the sorceress’ embarrassment.

She blushed and shook her head at such a statement! No, no! That was really far too embarrassing for her to admit to! Even now, after so long it would make her heart flutter violently. She smacked her hands to her cheeks, eyes wide before the flushed pouches expanded in a second pout. Oh, kids were such brats!

“Uncool!” She exclaimed and threw out her hands to scare them off.

The kids giggled and scattered into many, various directions before heading down the hill. “Later Rin-chan!” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand.

“Go straight home, you don’t want and spookies to catch you!” She only half teased seeing as there were pretty scary monsters that came out at night. “Uwah, thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies!” A bark caught her attention as Angelo moved toward the slope of the hill, only to wait for Rinoa. The dog wagged her stubby tail and patiently watched as her Mistress composed herself. Rinoa hurried to the dog’s side, reaching down to pet her head. “Good girl, Ready to go?” A bark confirmed her question to the positive.

As Rinoa made her way down with Angelo the sorceress made her way through Sunset Terrace. With her arms folded behind her back she could feel her shadow growing with each passing hour. Though the world may have held a permanent state of Twilight, leaving her at a constant apex in her magical arts, it was not until the time was right would the magic let itself known. It was when the Darkness began to come out to play. Heartless chasing after the hearts of the adults that wandered after children were safely tucked in bed. It influenced her magic more than she really wished it to, but thinking on that perhaps it was wishes that kept her magic alive and strong. These wishes though, were the selfish kind that wished for the peace of this world to float away. Even the peace could become boring. As someone born of a country of war of peace was something difficult to come by and it always baffled her that anyone would ever want anything but peace.

But perhaps it was not the wishes, but the Dreams which stirred her Guardian to make his presence more greatly known at such hours. The witch wished to tarry, but she had no choice but to move along and did so in relative silence save for the gentle click clack of Angelo’s nails against the concrete streets. Sometimes it was his Nightmares that led her to even the tiniest specks of truth that fluttered aimlessly through the worlds. She could not help but hold herself fondly toward the feelings she held for him, regardless. He may have been a dark and nasty Avatar, most felt, but the Guardian has protected her from the fate of suffering that was often granted to Sorceress and people her age in general. With him always willing to show her the truth of her own fears she was sometimes more willing to stand by others, risking herself, because she knew well what would happen were she to not try. The regret would kill her. It made her think back to Squall and how he never hesitated when it came to helping his friends, to helping her. She wanted to always be more like him, but it was hard sometimes given the situation of their parting. Here though, in Twilight Town, she felt most at ease. Perhaps it was because the sunset emulated the one back home so perfectly, or because it was a world perfect for a witch like her, whose powers seemed increased here. The sky was beautiful and easily drew the woman’s eyes. There, above all else, stood the great clock tower stood, watching over all residents. Rinoa soon found herself wandering, her attention drawn away by the voice in her heart.

“Living such a passive lifestyle will cause you to become lazy and inattentive.” Diabolos always knew how to burst her bubble. “The hour of his strength comes, as does theirs. Only more will arrive as people’s most wicked dreams come to light.”

The Emperor of the Dream Realm could harsh, but he always spoke the truth. His manner, strangely enough, was very gentle, his fierce visage likely a lifetime of watching the detestable wishes of man. Though it may have seemed silly to most, for Rinoa Diabolos was her Faerie. He was the one she whispered her most sacred wishes to, of which he promised to fulfill in due time. This she always believed because he never gave her a reason to not believe he worked toward her will. He a gentle voice he called to her, never with scorn, never with hate, but always with a stern belief in the power she held.

“Keep your eyes open.” He warned.

Rinoa had not heeded his advice and grew distracted by the sight of the Clock Tower and her own damnable worry that wrung tightly in her chest. She had promised Master Gilgamesh that she had only come to run an errand. There was something hidden in the depths of this world, something she dreamed of. She had to find it, the many wishes and dreams hidden among the beauty of this world frozen in Twilight. Opening the chapters, a new face was to be revealed, born in the world. Created of strife and misery. Rinoa was walking straight toward Unoti, her hands clasped in front of her chest. She would not see the man, even as Angelo stopped to bark, warning her ahead of time. When the sound finally came to her ears she bumped into the man and was sent back on her own bum. A loud squeak escaped the sorceress as she hit the floor. The weight of her wings could not catch the Mage of Time, only flutter from existence as quickly as they pulsed into it.

“Owwie!” She sat on the ground, rubbing her backside. “That huuurt! Mou!” She puffed her cheeks and pulled her legs back so she was sitting on her knees. Angelo whined and looked to the man, her ears pulled back against her skull.

❤ tags: Next~!

❤ powers used: N/A

❤ notes: The Witching Hour seems perfect for a spook like me~!

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