Is this even really research?!? [[full]] Mar 11, 2019 11:41:25 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Mar 11, 2019 11:41:25 GMT -5
The entrance of this world was massive, large golden gates embroiled with clouds and lightning bolts loomed from clouds, cracking the sky with their height. Tall white pillars propped up strong and sturdy tan walls that lined out the large square courtyard. There was no ceiling here, revealing a bright blue sky dotted with clouds. The man who had emerged from the large entrance was one shrouded in a steel blue jacket, the hood of it shrouding his features. The open jacket displayed a bright graphic tee with a tidal wave and cargo pants, of which many of the pockets seemed to bulge with items. Some were trinkets, others useful and some he hadn't even fully realized he carried. The visitor of this world had no name, not one they recalled anyway. Many memories of theirs were...foggy...but he was here with a specific task in mind.
He needed a new test subject.
The Vagabond was a researcher, one who mainly studied the Heart. Lately his studies had been focused specifically on the Heartless, as he was curious if it were possible to extract the heart lost to darkness. So far all of his attempts had failed. He had scoured other worlds, seeking good specimens, but had little luck. Either the Heartless he ran into were too powerful at the time for him to capture, needing to be destroyed, or they simply didn't make it through the mans tests. There should be some good ones here... He had heard on Radiant Garden, a world he had made a sort of 'base' out of, about a world that held competitions for powerful competitors. The rumors said that there were certainly times where Heartless participated in the games, though exactly how this worked no one seemed to ever know.
He was here to enter these 'games', determined to find a powerful enough Heartless that could withstand the labors of his research. So far the most powerful Heartless the man had actually managed to capture was a NeoShadow, any other one being a bit too powerful, winding up with The Vagabond either running from it or destroying it. As the tall broad hooded man walked across the courtyard towards the gigantic statues that guarded the smaller more reasonably sized door on this world, the man thought about his current state. He had grown more powerful over his recent excursions, though hoped that this power would be enough to subdue some of the Heartless on this world. Opening the doors, The Vagabond entered the small room that housed the entrance to 'the games'.
Inside he stood on a sleek floor, lined with walls littered with trophies and awards. Not much else was in the room other than a small black doorway that led to the arena. Guarding the doorway was a small satyr who seemed to already be in a bad mood. The goat-man huffed and puffed, pacing back and forth. "Ah... this ain't good. With Herc resting, there ain't much we can do..." The satyr hadn't seemed to notice The Vagabond, who pulled off his hood to reveal disheveled brown hair, dull green eyes with no light in them. Lifting his gloved hand, the man called out to the creature.
"Uh...hi. Is this where I sign up for the games...?" The older man looked down at the guardian of this world, wondering exactly what he was worried about. The satyr jumped in surprise before turning on his hooves to stare up at the tall stranger.
"Huh?? You're here for the games?" For a moment, the satyr seemed skeptical, giving the man a 'once-over' before snorting. "Sorry, guy. We don't let in bums." With a haughty expression, the satyr began to make 'shooing' motions with his hands. Surprised and slightly offended, the Vagabond scowled and looked down at him.
"What!? How can you let in Heartless but not me!?" The Vagabond was floored, he hadn't expected such a rejection. The satyr gave a raise of his brow.
"You know about them? You think you can fight 'em?" Curious, the satyr seemed to look through the Vagabond for a moment before finally sighing and slumping over slightly. "Fine. But first we gotta wait a bit. The games aren't starting for a little while, we gotta make sure all the contenders are in order first. The name's Phil. I'll be running you and anyone else who shows up through a little course first. Gotta make sure you're up to the challenge, after all." Phil gave a slap of his belly before turning and sitting by the door.
It seemed The Vagabond would have to wait for a moment. A training course...? He wasn't excited so far.