>Location: Traverse Town
>IFF: Active. Gummi Ship Vigilant
>Current Status: Armed, unharmed.
>Report: Spectre, routine. No sign of Sora. Continuing aerial/foot patrols and search. Will report if objective is met. Out.
Letting off a frustrated sigh, Spectre firmly and begrudgingly pressed the enter key on the keyboard and waited for the screen in front of him to confirm that the message was sent. After the word "COMPLETE" flickered on screen, he swiveled his bolted down seat around. "You think they're just wasting our time?"
"Nonsense!" said the white haired, blue eyed pilot sitting not too far from him, "According to the books, Sora ended up here the first time he went missing from his homeworld. It only makes sense to start the search here if he ends up being missing again."
"Yeah, but it's different this time, Spirit. This time he chose to go missing."
"Does it really matter, Spectre? Besides, usually when people run away, they are usually found in places they are familiar with."
"I suppose you're right. Shadow? You see anything on cameras?"
Sitting across from the pilot's seat, his blue eyes darted between three different screens scattered in front of him. "I see nothing, but there seems to be a gathering of people in the first district."
"That sounds worth checking out."
Flying about one thousand feet above ground level in a lazy circle was an aggressively triangular looking gummi ship. It's engines were at the lowest safe power to minimize noise and maximize loiter time; perfect for the gunship role their ship was more than equipped for. Spectre turned his seat around and pressed a few buttons, then the same view Shadow could see came into view. "Yep. Definitely worth checking out." He reached for a nearby radio mic, and keyed in their friend...
[Meanwhile, on the ground in first district]
Ghost ran a hand through his short white hair as he rounded a corner. "This bites," he sighed, "being a keyblade wielder sure has its ups and downs. I'd rather be flying than doing foot patrols." As he drew in a deep breath for a sigh, the sweet smell of cinnamon from the cafe in the area made the keyblade wielder smile. "I guess this isn't too bad. Gotta appreciate the little thin-"
The triple beeps from his radio earpiece caused him to immediately fall silent. "Spectre to Ghost," he heard, "Head to the gizmo shop. We're seeing odd activity up here."
He placed a finger just under his ear. "Understood. Moving now." After a brisk walk, he arrived at the front of the gizmo shop, and it didn't take him long to hear some commotion going on nearby.
"-think this kid is here to cause trouble."
Well this escalated quickly... he thought, peeking over to where the voice was coming from.
"Uh... No... I... I mean... My name is Kalm and... I'm on my own. It's just me and my key." Ghost felt his heart sink a little. Announcing that you have a keyblade is gonna make you a bigger target.
“So… You guys have a keyblade too?" he heard the boy named Kalm ask, "Why are you all gathered here for, is there something going on?” At this point, Ghost's heart was racing. Did he just stumbled into a bad guy get-together! Dear light, please let me be wrong!
"Keyblades...huh?" He heard another voice started to say, "Something is definitely going on if there is a keybladers gathering here. How did you all end up here in the first place?"
Quietly letting off a sigh of relief that this wasn't gonna end up in a confrontation, Ghost finally decided to reveal himself to the group of people that had gathered, for better or for worse. "Hey there," he announced to the group, "I heard all this commotion and the word 'keyblade,' so... what's going on here?"
Edited by Javelin434, Yesterday, 02:10 AM.