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Sora leaned back on the side of the Mysterious Tower, an enigmatic building reaching so high, it scraped the bottom of clouds. A thought swirled in his head as his eyes rested on the cream orange sky. 'I wonder if those are okay, Aqua and Terra.' He suddenly sat up. "Terra and Aqua...why did I think of them just now?" "...SORA!" Yelled an unpleasant voice strained from irritation. Sora turned his head around and saw Donald running from around the tower's base, looking only a little more ticked off than usual. "Whaaat do you want?" Sora muttered. "What do I want?!" Donald shot back, he crossed and his webbed foot impatiently tapped on the grass. "Did you already forget why we came here in the first place?!" "'Course not! But...I guess that means Yen …show more content…
Got it! Any new enemies to look out for?" "Other than the heartless, there is not as of now. However I must warn you, according to reports I've gotten from the King, the worlds you'll be visiting are much more dangerous and life-threatening than you're used. Have the upmost caution in your travels." "Uh...yeah..." Sora snuck a pleading glance at Donald and Goofy who were both equally as worried. "The first world you'll be headed to is the industrious country of 'Amestris', just a little ways from Twilight Town. After that, where you go next is of your choosing." Yen Sid eased back into his chair and stroked his beard in contemplation. "You are now dismissed." Sora, Donald, and Goofy saluted to Yen Sid before leaving his study and trudging back down the spiral case. "I mean...it seems like any other mission, but Yen Sid made it sound like it's gonna be one of our toughest challenges yet," Sora said. "Don't worry, whatever comes our way, we'll stomp right through it!" Goofy proclaimed. "If you say so..." Donald sighed in his usual doubtful demeanor. Stepping out of the tower and into the Gummi ship, they set course for a world they knew only by its name;
“ Yes Jonas, to truly reach Elsewhere, you must embrace what took the rest there” she gulped.
He states. “You don’t know my people. You don’t know what we are capable of. You don’t know what you just started. But you are about to learn.”
They were both nervous at the beginning but were comfortable with each other later. The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea. “Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.” Ch.
She looked up at his hard tone. "I was asking for your help on my list not an advice for my fucking dwindling life." She finally yelled at him, her voice reverberating in the now empty cafe.
I nod "And get Tris back. Have your spies told you if she was alive or not?"
“I’ll meet you by the fountain after you get in the gates.” He replies, with a smile on his
“Well, how are we going to get there any other way? It's the only place where I know someone who can undo this.” staring at his hands.
"Artang, Clara!" the Doctor said, giving a flourish as he pushed a lever over. "The wonderful planet of Artang. You're going to love it, I can just tell."
"Once that person dies, that person in all the other worlds...will die too," she said looking down at her hands.
Theta poked his head into the firing range. Jack was near a table, loading all sorts of guns. His stomach practically churned at the sight, but he fought against it and walked in. He leant against the wall, arms folded. He was practically telling his mind to go ahead and do this--but his body was disagreeing time and times over. ‘’Alright,’’ the captain said, turning to him. ‘’We’re gonna need eye protection and ear defenders.’’ With that, he handed a pair of headphones to Theta -- blue with the Torchwood logo donned on the sides. He took them and put them on -- and did the same with the yellow-colored glasses. Jack did the same, and picked up yet another automatic. ‘’It’s all yours,’’ he handed it over.
The safe house that Cain had picked out had been built in the early 50's. Originally a small jailhouse, it had been abandoned in 1975 when the King commissioned for the Wayland Penitentiary to be built. The jailhouse, while small, had been built over a series of evacuation tunnels dug deep underground. They weren't used by anyone other than the Knights and the Red Hoods—the King had condemned it with the closing of the jailhouse, deeming the tunnels unsafe for use.
"...No! I wanna go back ta New York and skin Shredder alive!" He said angrily, looking off to the side.
Out of all the places to be born, why did it have to be this horrible place? It's so boring here! All I ever do is royal lessons on how to drink tea properly or how to walk like the "soon to be King" I am. Tch, who ever said I wanted to be King of this wreched kingdom? I, as the Westington people, know completely what I am capable of and but of course, what is a King who's subjects aren't loyal or supportive in any manor?
They beckoned to him, the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, stretching towards the sky as if impersonating conductors. An orchestra of birdsong – unlike any other, broke out from within the thicket, wavering like the flame from Alastair’s lantern. His hair combed into a neat part; small, vexed mouth, and pale skin revealed his habit of remaining indoors. A calm young boy; but his drawn features and half lidded eyes bore the stamp of unutterable weariness, and a disgruntled expression hovered round his mouth. However, his eyelids stood as if in shock, legs moving in response. Lifting after another, his thick rimmed glasses nodding as he broke into a sprint, approving of his find.
"That's cool! My teacher recommended it to me. Anyway stay here, and I'll go get my guinea's old travel case" She left and they waited, and they waited, and they waited. It had become as dark as the other side of the moon at this point, with the exception of a few distant street lights. The night carried a slight chill that left them shivering. Finally Athena returned carrying a small case and a flashlight, riding her bike.