>I(x...darkest-night...x)I<stand.with.me.>I[Michael, Closed]

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A loud screaming was heard throughout the second district as the entire area’s lights went out. Of course there’d be chaos; people were afraid of the dark. Not Blackout, however, no. The man sat alongside a brick wall in an alley, dressed in a rusty leather jacket with a hood that he had found on the streets earlier. When the power was off, that meant that the heating wasn’t working as well. The man didn’t care for the cold; it wasn’t his cup of tea. Shiro would rather be stranded in an empty desert over a winter snow land. His knees crunched up to his chest, the man wrapped his arms around his legs; his hands embracing one another to keep the low temperature away from the palms of his. The man was an introvert, but he wasn’t alone during the power outage. Men and women huddled around him amongst the alleyway, taking their spots against the wall. One would wonder, why not seek safety and protection of their homes? The answer was simple; the heartless. Any simple minded being would be afraid of being the prime picking for hanging out in the dark. It was the darkness where the heartless roamed. Therefore, most people considered it safer to accompany each other in packs, so that they weren’t alone.

A pyromancer was amongst the group, keeping a scorching fire lit with his magic between both sides. Blackout was closest to the fire, the flames flickering near his bare hands occasionally. The light that emitted from the flames illuminated the lower region of the man’s head, showing off the fact that the intellect hadn’t shaved in a while. The man’s thick stubble was clear as day to anyone who sat alongside him during the darkest night. From the open streets came a gentleman walking towards the group at his leisure, dressed in a nifty black suit. Shiro recognized the man as the one whom he saw on the posters everywhere; Jarvis Finkle, a late night comedian. Jarvis wasn’t walking straight; fair to assume that he had been drinking. Taking a spot on the opposite wall of Shiro, yet close to the fire, he spoke up. “The power is out in the Third and First District. My buddy passed me, searching for his family, coming back from the First. Looks like we’re heartless meals tonight, ladies and gents.”

“If we keep together, we can defend ourselves,” spoke a man from the distance, figure not lit up by the flames.

“With your fists? Yeah, right,” replied Jarvis with an eye roll. “A fighter for the light appearing is our only chance; doesn’t look likely, though.”

“Sora will be here! He’s protected us before!” a woman countered with enthusiasm, figure lit up, but at the edge of the visible line. After such statement was made, the woman jumped from her spot and hopped over the fire to another spot as two glowing eyes revealed themselves along the wall. Slithering down onto the ground, it took the form of a shadow heartless. Its antennas danced in the wind as it kept knocking its head from side to side, observing the frightened civilians. More showed up on both sides of the party, each having the same nature as the last.

”No reason you should be afraid of the darkness. Show them you’re not fearful and you won’t be handing the heartless what they desire,” Shiro commented, glaring at the creatures he fought for with his deep blue eyes. The locking of the eyes was hidden under the hood, but to the shadows; it brought fear to them. With the soldier’s will of them leaving and Fear’s silent whispers, the heartless submerged back into the ground and made away to find other specimens.
“Sora?”

”Pathetic. You call upon a wielder to protect your skin when you could do such on your own. I suggest searching for alternative means to defending yourself. The keybladers aren’t here. Where were they during robberies, murder cases, and kidnappings?”

Jarvis chuckled in awe at the soldier’s words along with the disappearing of the heartless. “Gone. The only fella who saved our asses was that yellow demon guy. Hell, the guy is almost as famous as me.”

Nodding at his alias’s reference, the intellect continued, ”The keybladers of light are clueless, ignorant, and are completely involved with their own quarrels and war; they don’t deserve your praise.”

“I like this guy; nice way of thinking. What’s your name, man?”

The metallic yellow erupted from his veins below the neck, covering the head of the soldier in a bright yellow that shined in the light of the fire. The heartless insignia, clear as day, rested on the forehead of the helmed man. Getting onto his feet, the man carefully stepped over others’ to leave the group. Before making his departure, the man told the shocked party one last thing. ”Blackout. And yes, I will continue to fight for you.” With that, the soldier was gone, heading off south down the darkened streets. It was an odd sight not seeing the lights from the street lamps flickering on and off, but it was a pleasant view. The man didn’t care for the lack of brightness that the darkness offered, but that time; the man felt relaxed in the dark atmosphere.


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Tag

Michael Price

Actions used

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Action 1: Fear whispered to the heartless to disperse.

Action 2: Summoned Fear in his physical form.

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1 or 2 (The whisper move I’ll have to pay for eventually)

Fear- A heartless that stems from its source, a tattoo of a heartless insignia. It connects with its host (reading thoughts, communicating mentally with the host), being able to whisper to nearby heartless and is able to connect to other heartless of its type. There is no physical appearance until it becomes one with the user temporary, creating a physical helmet that protects the head. It also combines the voices of the user and the heartless itself; for Shiro’s case it is this. The summon only officially takes place when it becomes physical, as the tattoo can never die unless it is killed by another heartless. The HP only applies to Fear when he is physically summoned; and when his HP is zero, the physical form does not return for the entire thread and the only move usable would be the Whisper. Fear holds a higher position among heartless, therefore has a say to heartless that follow the command of Ansem. [HP: 10 Cooldown: 4 turns.]

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VOICES WON'T GO AWAY

they stay for days and days

They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away

The power in Traverse Town had been out for awhile now, and Michael had done little to stop the swarms of Heartless that plagued the streets. It was little concern to the raven haired youth, besides with that masked hero running about why bother trying to help? He pressed his back against the cold brick wall that Issac called his home, and that in turn meant Michael called it home as well. The door had been locked, and while he could have easily broken it down he didn't think that Issac would be too fond of him breaking down his door. A sigh escaped from Michael's lips his breath could be seen floating away from his body as he did, a clear sign that tonight was a rather chilly one. The cold nipped at Michael's slightly exposed chest but it did little to effect the man. Instead he only turned his head up towards the star filled sky it being the only real source of light within the town. The moon from it beamed down from the heavens only barely illuminating the dark streets.

He wonder how long before the power came back on? Last time it had taken at least a couple of hours and that had been a rather drawl night for him. Mostly because he had been working on a little something inside of Issac's workshop and the power cutting out like it did forced him to stop, but at least then he had been inside his home. Now? Now he was stuck outside until things got fixed. He pushed himself up from against the wall and placed his hands inside of pockets his feet starting to move, he was making his way towards the Power Station. With how badly everyone here did things it would be awhile before they muster enough courage to turn the damn thing back on, and he knew his way around the place well enough to fix it himself. If he wasn't going to be able to go inside of his house then he'd at least make sure he'd be able to go to the Pub and get a nice cold drink.

Besides it wouldn't be much longer before the Heartless began to notice his scent, the scent of one who wielded a Keyblade. While his knowledge of the weapon was small in size, he did know that it attracted the Heartless to him. As he walked he could see a small fire in the distance likely the local pyromancer keeping a bunch of people warm, Michael didn't like that guy. Why? Probably because the Pyromancer wasn't so fond of the kind of flames that Michael himself knew how to control, turns out not everyone is so found of fire made from darkness. Best to avoid that coward, they'd probably try to blame this on him anyway. That was at least his thoughts until he notice a figure removing himself from the group, it probably wouldn't have been anything to note if Michael hadn't seen the yellow glow glow of his face, that illuminated a symbol that was hard to miss..the symbol of a Heartless. A small smirk found itself forming at the edge of Michael's lips, he was just all too eager to find out where he was going.

He moved forward fast, dashing right past the small group of people and dipping into the darkened alleyway that the stranger had ducked into. He could see him walking the path ahead. Michael pulled his right arm from his pocket and the strange demonic looking arm twitched as the orange skin within it began to glow ever so lightly. "My, my, my, my, that;s an awful bright face you got their, and that symbol? It's so strange, though something else I has got it to...oh what was it called again...Oh yeah! Heartless." the words escaped from Michael's lips with a certain level of harshness, and his golden eyes stared fiercely at the strangers back.

"Darkness...such heavy Darkness."

It was something that even Michael found hard to ignore and he was no stranger to the presence of Darkness. The kind he cared not only within his heart but also within his right arm seemed like nothing compared to what the man in front of him had. If the raven haired boy had to describe it would have to be like a heavy weight pressing against your body, a weight that seemed as though it was going to crush his very body. He had never felt something like this before, and his mind couldn't help but wonder if this what he'd become like should he kept traveling down the path of the dark.

"Yes, it could all be yours." the strange and abnormal thought entered into his mind as nothing but a whisper and if he hadn't been so focused on the man in front of him it would have sent chill down the back of his spine. He wasn't a stranger to the voice it was just something he hadn't heard in awhile, his mind had been so preoccupied with other things whatever it was likely hadn't found the time to whisper words into his heart.

He ignored it. This wasn't the time to listen to silly voices that his fractured little mind had made up. The only thing he really could do was wait to see how whatever this man was responded to his early statement, and that's just what Michael did...he waited.

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What was approaching him, the analyst wondered. The observant man picked up on the feint sound of a quiet dash, metallic material creating an abrupt thump as every foot step took place. A knight coming to slay the “yellow demon”? Or was it a child with clunky boots looking for safety? The possibilities rolled down in the intellect’s mind, like the rolling of credits, at a speed way faster than such. That was the problem with being the thinker that Shiro was; there were too many options some time to settle his head down with. However, the one thing that kept the brain of his from exploding, metaphorically of course, was that the man contained patience within his personality. The soldier wouldn’t have been able to survive without it.

Not bothering to turn his head, Blackout focused on his other senses in case if it were a silent approach. No reaching for the gun yet, the intellect told himself, as it would give off a hostile alarm to the incoming figure. Apparently there was no need for keying in on anything other than the first sense, thanks to the guessed man behind the soldier who blurt out his thoughts. Beneath the golden helm of his, the man’s eyebrow rose at the question that he had been asked. To count, that was the third time someone, which had no importance to him, had gotten the chance to examine and compare his insignia to the ones upon the emblem heartless. Ah, so how would the intruder comprehend with that? Would that intrigue a fight? Or commence more asking of questions? After the voice finished speaking, the soldier’s neck turned slightly, to glance at the being with his left eye. Young, rough, and clearly foreign to Traverse Town; the boy came off as interesting at the very least. The latter, although, only had to do with the mutated appearing arm that the boy had. It came off as demonic. Was Shiro dealing with a hybrid of an actual demon?

”And your concern with the matter is…?” the dark monotonously tone trailed off, leaving the ending of the sentence for the younger man to fill in. As far as the intellect was concerned, heartless had an awful reputation with many worlds. Before the man would try to change the many opinions, Blackout would have to deal with the shit that came his and their way. If that was a battle with the boy, then Shiro would comply, but he would not strike first if not a task assigned to him. Therefore, the man waited for the reasoning of the dark haired figure. After that, the intellect then attempted to pry the possible hybrid even further, ”Tell me, am I supposed to take your acknowledgement of the insignia as a curious observation, a nosy introduction, or a threatening play of words?”

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Michael Price

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