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Welcoming Home A Friend Like Me
  • Sidestory
    • Welcoming Home A Friend Like Me​

    Iago the Parrot

    SMASH BAM ALACAZAM…BA ABA BAA!!!

    "I'M BACK, IAGO!" Genie said as he used all his power to make a show of his welcome back along with a tacky banner in three languages.

    Iago for his part, felt his feathers ruffle in both excitement and horror. "Yeah yeah, all the subtlety of a rhino with you pal."

    He flapped his wings to get the shuddering feeling out as he took a closer look at the giant blue man floating above the floor.

    "Heard you've gone up in the world, going from Jafar's crony to a spymaster extraordinaire from what I can tell," Genie said as he took a seat on the mat. "How's that going?"

    Iago shuddered. "Yeah well, all I've gotten is respect, fame and a cool nickname. Professionally I'm known as THE RAPTOR."

    *SCREEEEEEE* A loud screeching came out of nowhere ruining his train of thought.

    "Where the heck did that come from?" Iago said.

    "Sorry, thought you always had that sort of cool thing in your head to announce your title," Genie said.

    "I mean I do, but its just in my head…I mean, it's anonymity, and all that. I mean who would believe that a parrot is running one of the largest spy networks on earth, you'd have to be a fool to believe the answer and that's why it works." He said.

    "So…how's Al treating you anyway?" Genie asked.

    "He's paid me back, and I've paid him back all four sides of square, he's the best," Iago said. "He gave me the life Jafar cheated me out of."

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    Tai Lung

    "So you're sure this Oogway fella didn't actually meet me?" Genie asked, respectfully following the tea ceremony as Tai Lung brewed.

    Tai Lung gave a huff and a small smile. "No…I don't think he or Shifu mentioned anything as... animated as you. They would have mentioned it alot if they did."

    "You still haven't fully moved past that, have you? Too many things left unsaid, or rather needed to be said," Genie mused.

    "Careful Master Genie, I enjoy the energy and conversation, but some things just need to be let go of," Tai Lung said. "It's not like I can have a second chance."

    "What's the life you've built here, if not a second chance?" Genie noted. "I've come to talk, not judge you."

    "Sometimes I keep trying to remind myself that I've moved on from such things…" Tai Lung said. "I've done good and evil in equal measure. The world's moved on."

    "But part of you hasn't…isn't that a peculiarity?" He said. "New world, new opportunities, same old baggage."

    "Can't exactly just forget things, no matter how hard we try. The good and the bad." Tai Lung said.

    "That we cannot, my friend. That we cannot."
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    Calla and Calvin

    "I've not had any real experience with them in a while…so tell me, are the Gummi still in good shape?" Genie asked as he looked at Calla and Calvin.

    "They're doing well given the circumstances," Calla answered.

    "Though given the mess of things, that's not exactly saying much," Calvin said. "Igthorn is still out there, but he's been too preoccupied with other things to be messing with anything related to the Gummi."

    "Yeah…I wonder what he's been dealing with, I hope it's driving him mad," Calla growled.

    "You two have been through a rough time, haven't you?" Genie asked.

    "No, it's just that thinking about the guy isn't something we do often and well we've moved on," Cavin replied.

    "Oh….weird," said Genie.

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    Frederick Selous

    "You know, you're not what I've expected?" Frederick chuckled as he enjoyed his coffee.

    Genie laughed in return. "I guess you were expecting the spinning wheels with a thousand eyes surrounded by eternal fire."

    "No…you have more personality then that," Frederick said. "You remind me of the Peddler, he came by every so often and you are charming like him."

    "Ahh, I remind you of a good friend, that's the finest compliment I think can be given," Genie said.

    "Yes indeed it is. So, you've seen Africa, have you seen anything unusual?" asked Selous.

    Genie gave a roar of laughter. "Buckle up, old man, have I got a story to tell!"

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    Helga Sinclair

    "I can just ask for something and you can make it true, right?" asked Helga.

    "Yes, but do you really want to waste a wish?" Genie answered as he pulled out a deck of cards and began doing card tricks.

    "No… I wouldn't. Alright Genie, what are you gonna try to pry out of me?" she said, her keen eyes following the cards.

    "I'm not going to ask anything, but if you think you can share it and get it off your chest by all means try….pick a card and tell me something about yourself?" Genie said.

    She picked a card and smiled. "Okay…I'll tell you a story."

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    "And then when he looked at that god-awful city, Rourke said "RAM THE BASTARDS!" Helga laughed. "I've never seen a man so dedicated to spiting a monster he's never seen before."

    Genie's laughter joined her own. "It sounds like your old crew were the life of the party when they had a windfall."

    "If they could spend it they'd do it," she said. "I miss those days."

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    Henry Jones Jr

    "You miss your Pops, don't you?" Genie said as he gave Indy a considering look.

    "It hurts, I know he's alive and okay, but I might not ever see him again, for a long time. And for the longest time I didn't…I didn't-" Indy trailed off.

    "Finish your thought, son," Genie said.

    With a bitter tone to his voice, Indy continued. "Would it have killed him to take a minute to say "I love you son, I'm proud of you…I'm glad you-" Indy felt misty eye saying it. "I haven't had a real moment of love between us since I was eight, and I'm afraid that he won't even recognize me. Mom was always the peacemaker between us, and then she passed away and we drifted apart."

    Genie nodded.

    "And then I meet myself using magic and he tells me, it will be alright in the end!? And I don't even know if or how I'm going to do it." Indy said. "I'm sorry for unloading my problems on you Mr. Genie but, I've been holding it in for a while."

    Genie smiled. "Well son, the best thing to do is write a letter, and have a little hope that it will get there."

    "Well if I ever get around to it, I wish my father would get it." Indy said trying to regain his vigor as some moment of clarity hit him.

    The Genie smiled. "As you wish."

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    Garth and Hub

    "I hope we can give you a great time, Genie!" Hub said.

    "Yes, you've never partied until you've gone on a night on the town with the McCann Brothers!" Garth grinned.

    "So. You gonna ask me to spice up the nightlife ?" Genie said, slightly ajar by their mannerisms.

    "What! No! we don't take advantage of friends when we show them a good time!" Hub said. "Plus we don't even know what to wish for! So why waste a good thing when we can focus on having a good time?"

    Genie could get used to these sorts of characters…goodness knows they'd have made a few of the past thousand years a bit bearable.

    AN: Thanks @TirelessTraveler for the edit work, Just needed to make sure it was consistent that's all.

    Enjoy.
     
  • Sidestory
    • TempestK said:
    Nah. It sounds nice, but... well you said you can do almost anything, right?" Genie nodded cautiously. "Could you fix the weather? The rainy season was supposed to start months ago, but it's still bone dry out there. And that way, I get my wallow anyway." Genie's eyebrows went up to where the hairline would have been on a normal person, before he smiled widely
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    So going to bring up this because
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    Scar's fortunes continue to turn. The return of growth to the Pridelands has put many of the animals that live there more at ease in regards to his rulership. The lionesses and hyenas seem to have come to some form of detente and the hunting has been staggered back to keep from overhunting the prey animals. Scar himself has welcomed an heir, a black-furred lion cub called Kovu, from his favored mate. The prior king's mate has held herself aloof, but has not contested the cub's place in the line of succession. The sage Rafiki blessed the child, seemingly amused by something even as Scar looked on. Before he left though, the Baboon spoke with the King. Whatever the old ape had to say, the lion hadn't liked it, but even he had kept his claws sheathed in the face of the Baboon's unimpressed gaze
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    Rafiki knows. He almost certainly knows it was not anything scar did. He can sense that magic caused it and might even sense that Simba is alive and was right next to what caused the rains to return.
     
    Honestly I kinda wish one of them thought to wish for the Oasis to be protected before Genie left. But Tarzan is a very capable Hero.... actually who is the Oasis Faction Leader? Is it Kerchak? Tarzan? Simba??
     
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    Honestly I kinda wish one of them thought to wish for the Oasis to be protected before Genie left. But Tarzan is a very capable Hero.... actually who is the Oasis Faction Leader? Is it Kerchak? Tarzan? Simba??
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    Simba is technically the leader though Kerchak has been willing to engage with the lion and give him some tips about dealing with his past. Mainly by saying "I did this when I lost my first son. Don't do that."
     
    Im kinda wondering Genie's reaction to knowing his new home Imediate problem, the deep ones are something nasty.
     
    The Pieces Lie Where They Fell: Dark Road
  • Sidestory
    • The Pieces Lie Where They Fell: Dark Road
    (A sequel to The World Reconnected)​

    Lightning. Belle has come to hate the flash of light, the crash of thunder, the pounding of rain against stone.

    She closes her eyes, and even now the sight of her beloved falling into the ravine below, the vicious smirk of his opponent, the red of torches and glint of pitchforks that spurred her and her father and the servants' flight from the castle - from Gaston and his mob - assault her senses.

    It's over now, she reminds herself. Gaston can't reach her, or those she loves. Adam is alive.

    'I really should thank Diablo,' she muses as her fingers trace the spine of a shelved book - without the fateful encounter between the raven and the hunter, Maleficent might not have even considered taking Belle and her entourage in. The so-called Mistress of All Evil had her own thanks due - even after all the gratitude Belle had offered already. Helping to heal Adam's wounds, pushing back the due date for a curse that he had thought long settled, even promising to aid in its removal, upon the delivery of Gaston into her (supposedly nonexistent) mercy, had upped Belle's estimation of Maleficent quite clearly.

    It might also help that for "recompense" the witch had given her but two tasks - to watch over her daughter as a friend, and - Belle lets out a huff of humor at the thought - to maintain the library in her castle.

    "Something amusing in this aisle, my lady?" Belle stiffens, and turns towards the mountain of a man walking along the bookshelf. Silver hair crowns the man's head, and amber eyes seem to pierce her like one of Gaston's bullets. Really, much of him reminds her of the hunter - enough that it is surprising to see him here, in her domain. She suppresses a second shudder, willing herself to look unflapped by his presence.

    "Not so much. Has Lady Maleficent called for me?" Belle asks.

    "Not so much. I'm merely here for the books." The man smiles, sweeping out a metal-covered hand.

    'Why is it,' a curious, rebellious part of her mind wonders, 'that he armors only the one side so heavily, while merely using leather armor for the rest of his protection?' She doesn't voice the question. Instead, she lets slip the question the other curious, rebellious part of her mind was wondering. Really, she must get better about that. "The books? You?"

    "You wound me, Madam Librarian." the man clutches at his chest. "You must think me some form of mere mindless bruiser. I assure you, I was once a great scholar in my own right." He looks around. "You've done quite a bit of work - the place looks far better organized than it was when pigs maintained it. A welcome sight to return to, after so long away. I'm looking for a certain text on alchemy. Might I have your guidance to the relevant shelves?"

    Belle dutifully guides the man to the particularly well-lit corner of the library. Fel lights cast their radiance upon the books. When she worked up the courage to ask about it, Briar Rose claimed that they are a spell Maleficent left to purify the books of any ungents and humors that may have splashed upon them - a common threat to these particular tomes' integrity. Off to the side is a portable shelf topped with the same bright-cyan lights, so that the librarian may safely transport fresh returns. She shall have to make sure that returns to the front of the library.

    The man peruses the books with a well-trained eye, a tint of understanding crossing his features as his gaze picks apart her handiwork. "Based on your organization procedures… Likely higher shelf. A ladder, Madam Librarian?"

    "Of course, Lord Captain." Belle rolls the ladder along the shelf. It's the second-tallest ladder in the library - almost as tall as the ladders in Adam's old library. Belle notes that like the tallest one in the section on sorcery, this one is rather vainly ornate… though the sculptures of dragons and fae folk at least seem designed to keep the base of the ladder stable.

    The captain takes the proffered ladder, moves it a few feet further, and rises like a bird. In moments, he's reached a location three fourths of the way up, plucked a book from the spot, and leapt from his perch, landing safely on both feet. Belle swears, for a moment, that the shadows under him darkened and shifted to catch him.

    "Well placed. You have a good sense for organization," he says as he opens the book with all the care of a mother cradling her child, skimming over pages until he's found whatever he's looking for. He pulls out a thin slip of paper and reverently slips it in place, before closing the book back up.

    "And you quite know your way around a proper library," Belle replies, a brow arched. "I apologize for misjudging you. I would think I'd learned not to…" She chuckles.

    "Not to judge a book by it's cover? I am sure that your burly beloved has taught you, young Librarian, that just like with books, the only way to understand others is to come to know them. One who knows nothing can understand nothing." He thinks for a moment, before settling his eyes upon something behind Belle. She follows his gaze to note a chess board sitting in pride of place next to a stained glass window. There are no chairs, but the windowsill is wide enough for one to sit crosslegged, if they saw fit. "Considering that I will likely be a common guest in your library in the future, perhaps I should rectify such misunderstandings. Perhaps… a game, before I start on my way."

    "Do you truly have the time?" Belle asks. "And more importantly, I believe Lady Maleficent and Briar Rose have a game ongoing on that board."

    The man chuckles. "Never fear, Madam Librarian. I have the positions on the board memorized. All will be as we found it."

    Against her better judgment, Belle follows the captain, and sits white, both feet dangling off the windowsill, while he sits black, rearranging the board with ease with one foot folded on the sill and one dangling off. Rain patters against the window, and the distant crash of thunder sets Belle's every nerve alight with remembered terror and frustration.

    Perhaps she could use a distraction.

    "Perhaps I should start with your name. I cannot call a friend Lord Captain forever."

    "Of course. It would be nice to not sit on formalities." The man sets his king in place. "I am Xehanort. And of course you need no introduction, Belle - your beloved always asks after you whenever we meet."

    "And what do you tell him?"

    "That I haven't had the pleasure of speaking to her personally. Next time, I'll have to let him know you've done a wonderful job at your charge." He finishes setting the board. "I believe Darkness moves first."

    "Darkness?" Belle asks. "... You mean, black? I was given to believe white moves first."

    Xehanort chuckles. "Perhaps it was done differently in the small town I was born in, or the nordic military academy I once called home. There, we understood the board as representing the battle between Light and Darkness. Light is passive - always preferring the status quo, while Darkness prefers change. Darkness acts, Light reacts."

    "Yes, well, in France we determined that white moves first, as a matter of consistency…" Belle finds herself lecturing, and pauses. "But I suppose, since you offered the challenge, I'll defer to you."

    Xehanort smirks back. "Very well. But I think, this time, I'll allow Light to move first." He gestures magnanimously.

    Belle rolls her eyes at the false modesty, and moves her pawn. "So, what other differences are there?"

    "In chess?" Xehanort moves his first piece, and the game is on. "The board is quite different. Diamond spaces, instead of squares. They were ornately designed - each board, each piece a reflection of their owner's view of the great battle." He scoffs. "There were even some eccentric fools who came up with their own… house rules, as it were."

    "And you weren't one of them?"

    "Of course not. I believed the game, with rules as written, was the perfect metaphor for Darkness and Light."

    Belle notes the past tense. "And now?"

    He chuckles in response, and makes his next move.

    "I suppose I won't get an answer to that. And how does one who I presume fights for the light end up working for the so called Mistress of all Evil?"

    He chuckles at the heightened pitch of Belle's impression of Maleficent in her more… dramatic moments. He, she assumes, knows as well as she does that the dark queen of the fae is, ultimately, a far kinder being than she often portrays herself as.

    As his turn comes up yet again, he nods. "All that has happened was decided long ago. It all has gone as intended. It is only the future that lies beyond my sight."

    "... Even the Upheaval?" Belle asks.

    "Especially the Upheaval. It was and is necessary." Xehanort claims his first piece from Belle's side of the board.

    "Every part of it?" Belle narrows her eyes. Xehanort sees this and nods again, a contemplative smile on his face.

    "... Allow me to offer you a thought exercise. What do you think would have happened, had that fool hunter fallen instead of your beloved?"

    The question sounds foolish. Obvious. "We… I… I could have ended the curse. There was time. Adam and I… we'd be married. We'd…"

    "Live happily ever after?" Xehanort blocks Belle's attempt on his rook, and claims another piece. "Would it really have been that easy? Would such an easy love be truly powerful?"

    "You speak as though it was effortless. We'd worked hard to get to that point. We… we deserved that happiness."

    "And yet, would you trade that happiness for the life you live now?"


    Riku looks out over the vast horizons before him. This world… is so big. In the distance is a great castle, consumed by thorns. One of Maleficent's enemies, now bound forever to sleep.

    Finding Sora, somewhere out there in it, is like to be a search for a pearl among mere pebbles. And yet…

    He isn't afraid.

    When the Upheaval came, he opened his arms to it, to the opportunity to escape his tiny little island. It dropped him, as far as he can tell from the maps, he may well be on the other side of the 'known world' from his birthplace. It just… depends on which of those puny little dots on the map are the one that imprisoned him for so long.

    Maleficent rests a hand upon his shoulder. It's… a little smothering. But more caring than the family he'd spent his life wanting to get away from. "We will find him, dear Riku."

    And he believes her.

    "… I know. I swear it. And I swear to help you, in any way I can."

    Maleficent smiles. "Good. Now, there is a gift I wish to give you… A means to build an army… or a search party. You will reach into the dreams of this kingdom's sleeping denizens, and pluck from them familiars to serve you. Now, watch closely, and learn…"


    Belle pauses, mid-move. Certainly, she's had her problems, but… despite everything, most of her friends, the castle servants, are safe, and with her. And even those that aren't nearby… there's word that they've safely made it to Maldonia. Her father, her friends… even her beloved. They're all safe. And if things hadn't gone the way they did…

    Xehanort can see her thoughts and gives them voice. "You would likely never have met Maleficent… or Briar Rose. You would not have access to this particular library. Your love for Adam is tested every day, not only by his monstrous form, but by the distance between your hearts. And every day, it proves strong." Xehanort smiles. "That power… is Light."


    Jasmine smiles as she finishes reading Aladdin's latest letter, and as she sets it next to the others, the idle thought strikes her: would she know Aladdin quite so well, if she had simply rushed into a wedding with him? Or if, Allah forbid, she had merely wed Prince Ali, and remained in the dark about his true background? Would he ever have shared these small excerpts of his life on Agrabah's streets?

    Despite the distance between their capitals, she feels closer to him than ever before.


    Belle finally moves, and claims one of Xehanort's pieces. "You think… I'm stronger, for having overcome the Upheaval."

    "I know you are. And I think you know it too. From what Adam has told me of you, what I've gleaned from aiding in the pursuit of that hunter, I can tell that your life has been defined by the trials and tribulations that you've overcome. Each leaving you stronger than the last. And you are not alone in this."

    Aqua groans as she wakes… and tenses as she realizes the waking world is as dark as the dreamless sleep she had been knocked into.

    So. She's failed. When Chernabog aimed to rip asunder the world, she aimed to rip him asunder. To rip from darkness' hide the true light.

    Frankly, it's a miracle that she survived at all. That had been reckless to an extreme.

    Or… has she survived? She gazes about, straining to see in the endless, sunless dark. Is this… the afterworld?

    She shakes her head. No. She'd surely know if she'd perished. With a muttered spell she produces a small floating light to see by, revealing plants that appear to be slowly dying from a lack of light. She doesn't recognize them, which is quite odd, considering her home's specialty.

    "This place is like nothing I've ever seen. The foliage, the…" She turns around, and sees what appears to be some kind of manor on a giant hill, all waterslides (she can sense her namesake flowing along them) and expensive-looking fabric, lit by purple torches. Below it is a ruined village. Almost a parody of her master's Radiant Garden."... architecture. People live here… People quite unlike any I've seen, I'm sure." Her grip tightens on her Keyblade. "Maybe I should pay them a visit."


    "It was foretold that Light and Dark might clash. People believed that destiny claimed that if this clash occurred, Darkness would prevail and triumph… and Light would expire. But I know, and now I see for myself, that this is not the case. In this great upheaval, Light was tested… and petty Light, false Light, expired, or was revealed for what it had always been. You have seen this too. The hunter was the Light of your hometown, the guiding star for his people… but in the end, he was a false Light, and he led his people astray."

    Belle frowns. She's not sure what her next move is. She's managed to take a few pieces while she got Xehanort monologuing, but she's outnumbered and outmatched. She watches his next move carefully while she urges him on. "So he's Darkness?"

    "Indeed. Not all Lights escaped unscathed. Even now some face further trials and tribulations. And others find themselves with little choice than to hide, to slumber in the folds of Darkness…" He gestures to the state of the board. "But even they are not alone… for Light can call upon Light."


    The girl slumps against the wall of her cave. The demigod's cave, before he trapped her in here.

    She's tried everything she can, in the past few hours, but it's hopeless. There's no food, no water. No way out, without a demigod's aid. This… this is where her mission ends.

    She draws the Heart from a pouch, the only light in the cave. She's so… so tired.

    "Hello? Who are you?" A voice reaches her. Is it… the Heart?​

    "I'm… I'm so sorry… I… I couldn't get you back to where you belong. I'm… I'm a failure."

    "Don't give up. Every step forward is a step closer to home."​

    "But there's nowhere to walk to. I'm trapped."

    "No you're not. There's always a way."​

    "I'm alone."

    "No you're not. The people you love are connected to you. They'll find you… as long as you know who you are."​

    "..."

    "Do you know who you are?"​

    "Who am I? I'm…" The girl stares into the stone, and can almost make out a reflection. "I am a girl who loves my island… and the girl who loves the sea…" She feels it, even as the words come to her. "It calls me…"

    "Go on. You can do it."​

    "I am the daughter of the village chief. We are descended from voyagers who found their way across the world… They…" Her eyes widen. She can feel the Heart resonate with her, with those who love her dearly. "They call me…!"

    "But…"​

    "But the call isn't out there at all… it's inside me…" The light of the Heart beats in time with hers…

    Somewhere far, far away, and yet so very near, a boy sings on the edge of a pirate ship. "See the light where the sky meets the sea, it calls me..."​

    And even as they both slow, she knows this isn't the end. She yawns. It's just… sleep… "Just like... the tide... always falling and rising…"

    "And no one knows how far it goes!"​

    "I will carry it here in my heart... till they find me…" She curls up, clutching the Heart to her Heart, and as it envelops her in stone and moss, she closes her eyes.

    "If the wind in my sail in the sea stays behind me..."​

    "So come what may…"

    "Someday I'll know..."​

    "I'll know the way..."

    "How far I'll go!"​

    "I… am…" Cradled in light, Moana falls asleep, and dreams of a better future.


    The boy smiles as he checks the currents again, humming merrily.

    "... Where did you learn that song, Sora?"

    He looks back to the First Mate with a hapless grin on his face. "Oh, from the girl in my dreams!"

    The man raises an eyebrow at that. "The one you talk to, sometimes?"

    Sora rests his hands behind his head. "No, no. This one's different. In the dream, she always sings it on the beach, in a spot she thinks nobody will find her. But I always know. It's weird, right?"

    "... Yeah, weird, that."

    "Oy!" Captain Maui walks up to the two of them, hook clanking against the wood. "You causing trouble for the First Mate, Sora?"

    "Er, uh, no! Just checking the currents! We'll make good time!"

    "We will if you get back to dish duty and stop distracting us!" Maui grabs Sora by the scruff of his neck. "Break's not for another hour, kiddo! Back to it!" He lightly tosses the crew's youngest member, who uses it as a running start to get to his assigned area, laughing the whole way.


    Xehanort gestures, and shadows grab and pick up several of her downed pieces, and put them back on the board.

    "And what is this?" Belle asks.

    "A little bit of homebrew an old friend of mine insisted on." Xehanort rolls his eyes. "Light can come from the past, and return to help in the present. If you do not mind."

    "Let me guess, he always played Light?"

    Xehanort laughs. "Indeed."

    Belle looks at the board's current state. "Well, who am I to refuse help when I obviously need it?"

    "That's the spirit."

    The game continues, and for all Xehanort's notable skill at this game, the mulligan he gave Belle proves just too much for him to overcome.

    "Checkmate."

    "And so it is that Light defeats Darkness. It's a long, dark road, of course…" Xehanort smiles as Belle claims his King. "But Light, true Light, never quite perishes. It is passed on, and will rebuild the world that Darkness destroyed. It will build it better. Such is the way of it."


    It has been a long, hard road. Frollo had not taken kindly to the concept of a "foreign heathen speaking in tongues, claiming to know the future." It had taken every breath of prophecy Kairi could muster, every ounce of wisdom Ansem could offer, and the combined might of Ansem's apprentices to get the former residents of Radiant Garden southward. They had barely managed to cross the sea by boat from a port right on the edge of the frozen kingdom of Arendelle, just barely avoiding conflict with the local squabbling octopus merpeople and arriving in Tunisia. From there, careful treks to the west had brought the group… here.

    From the hill they had gathered upon, Ansem could see a great bridge across a river to the resplendent coastal capital of Maldonia.

    Kairi stands next to him, and lets out a long sigh. "They will take us in. Their new Queen is herself a refugee. The light of love, freed from the mire. They will understand our plight, and if we offer them our services, they and we will flourish."

    "I hope you're right, kid," Braig asks as he joins the two. "It'll suck if we have to keep moving from here. Where'd we even go if not here? East to… what, that Ababwa place we keep hearing about?"

    Kairi elbows the eyepatch wearing warrior. "Luckily, we won't have to worry about that, because we're gonna be okay. There is only one sky. One destiny."

    A gentle wind blows over the hill, and the caravan prepares for the last leg of their journey.


    Belle watches as Xehanort finishes putting the chessboard exactly as it was before their game had started.

    That was certainly… enlightening. She isn't sure what to make of his reasons for supporting the Upheaval, but she can at least tell she cares about what happens next. She… thinks she can trust him to not ruin what good Maleficent is doing.

    He's no Gaston, but… he's no Adam, either.

    "May I ask something, Xehanort?"

    "Certainly."

    Belle gestures at the book. "What exactly are you planning to craft with that alchemy tome?"

    Xehanort smiles. "A draught to excise the heart, is all."

    "To… excise the heart?" The words send a chill down Belle's spine for reasons she's not entirely sure of.

    "Some hearts can be… problematic," Xehanort grumbles, gesturing to himself, "And I have a particularly revolutionary heart, which needs to be taught a lesson."

    He walks past Belle, towards the entrance to the library, and she shudders in his wake.
     
  • Sidestory
    • The Pieces Lie Where They Fell - Dramatis Personae

    (Stats rolled with 1d20, adjust as desired if used elsewhere)
    Sora Riku Kairi
    • A boy from an island chain in the Pacific. After the Upheaval ripped him from his home, he's found his place among the Pirates under Maui. He's hoping to meet up with his friends, but having finally escaped beyond the shores of his home, every day is a new adventure, one he savors. His carefree approach had earned him the title of "favorite swab" amongst his crew.

      Diplomacy - 20. His greatest ability, it seems, is to make friends wheresoever he goes.
      Intrigue - 8. "Secrets? Why would you need to keep secrets from friends?"
      Martial - 15. His island had an impressive tradition of training their children in swordplay, and Sora is no slouch.
      Learning - 13. While he's not exactly great at reading and academia, his intense curiosity drives him pick up skills at an exceptional pace.
      Occult - 12. He has a natural aptitude for magic, though he has only just recently begun tapping into it.
      Stewardship - 9. It's a good thing Maui's crew likes him. This boy knows nothing, and understands nothing that would be needed by a quartermaster. Keep him away from the ledgers.

      Traits:
      My Friends Are My Power!: More than any special weapon or pirate title, Sora draws strength from the bonds he's forged. When fighting alongside a character he has Loyalty to, he gains Martial equal to half that Loyalty (rounded down). This stacks with itself.

      One Destiny: Sora forged a special bond with a certain girl. The two are drawn to each other, as if by fate, and they often speak regardless of distance. +5 Diplomacy with Ansem's Faction, or any faction they serve.

      Diamond In the Rough: Sora's potential is deeper than even he knows. ???

      Dull, Ordinary Boy: When alone and without anyone to protect, Sora struggles to prove his worth - even to himself - and often finds himself far, far out of his depth. If Sora is forced to act under stressful conditions without friends to help or be helped by, Sora suffers a -13 to any and all rolls, and must roll twice, keeping the less effective roll.

      Tools:
      Wheel of Fate - A Keyblade that sparks shock in Davy Jones - the embodiment of the Black Pearl's vengeance and the favor of most sea gods. Has the following traits.
      -Ghost of the Black Pearl: By taking the wheel of any ship, the chosen bearer of the Wheel of Fate causes the ship to temporarily take the form of the infamous vessel of Captain Jack Sparrow (and many people who were not Captain Jack Sparrow) - the Black Pearl. This ghostly image protects the ship from one fatal blow.
      -Wind Chasers: The wind is always on Sora's side. Tasks that require swift travel get a +5 to their roll, +10 if it's on the open sea.
      -Tidal Wave: This Keyblade is a symbol of favor from those who truly rule the sea. +10 Diplomacy to such entities. In addition, +1d20 Martial when Sora is piloting a ship.
    • A boy in service to Maleficent. To him, the small Pacific island chain he hailed from was a prison surrounded by water. So when the Upheaval came, he welcomed it with open arms, and let it whisk him away. He has since yearned to reunite with his best friend, a mission that he has humbly asked the queen of the fae to assist with. He is often found watching over Briar Rose, Maleficent's mysterious (to him) daughter.

      Diplomacy - 12. He can talk a good game, but has never been the best at getting others to do what he wants.
      Intrigue - 17. He's surprisingly good at skulking about and hiding his true motives, for someone who used to wear yellow on his chest.
      Martial - 19+5. His training under Xehanort has taken his existing warrior skill and pushed it even further.
      Learning - 15. Incurably curious, the fact that there is so much world to explore has driven him to consume any knowledge in reach.
      Occult - 15+10. Maleficent's tutelage has netted Riku many, many boons.
      Stewardship - 13. He's had to spend a lot of time keeping his friend out of trouble, but has had relatively little else to go on.

      Traits:
      Braveheart: Riku has a strong will, and will stand his ground to protect those he's deemed worthy. When defending others, standing up to injustice, or resisting mind-altering effects, Riku gets a +10 to his Martial or Occult, whichever is being used.

      Dream Dropper: Training with Maleficent has granted Riku the ability to call upon the darkness that abides in sleep and give them form - the so-called Dream Eaters. Riku can as a Personal Action, or an action in an Adventure, summon these phantom soldiers..
      National Action: Raises a temporary Army that lasts a number of Turns equal to Occult Roll/25.
      Adventure Action: Summons a Dream Eater to grant him a +10 in a given Stat. This minion will last for the duration of the adventure.
      Riku may only summon Dream Eaters at night, and it takes him about a Turn's worth of nights to raise an army of them, a task that requires that he stay in populated areas.

      Diamond In the Rough: Riku's potential is deeper than even he knows. ???

      Okay, I Believe You: Riku has a... trusting personality, one that leaves him rather easily manipulated, though not for long. Characters attempting to trick or deceive Riku gain a +20 to their Diplomacy or Intrigue to the task. A character who has recently used this benefit suffers a -20 penalty to their Martial or Occult the next time Braveheart triggers against them.

      Tools:
      Souleater - A sword created and passed down to Riku by Xehanort. Its wicked, fleshlike appearance and vicious edge belie its deeper properties:
      - Dark Divide: Boosts Riku's Martial by +13. Inflicts a -7 Malus on any "divine" beings not also associated with darkness.
      - Dark Aura: Boosts the wielder's Diplomacy by +13 during rolls to intimidate the target.
      - Recusant's Eye: Maleficent and Xehanort gain +50 Intrigue on rolls related to spying on anything within "sight" of this artifact, barring magical interference.
    • A girl from a migrating community led by a future-seeing "Wayfinder." Her grandmother and adoptive father fought and failed to prevent the Upheaval, and in the chaos she became the new Wayfinder - her first task being to guide her people to safety. She achieved this goal in Maldonia, and now works alongside her father and his apprentices in Prince Naveen's service.

      Diplomacy - 17. She grew up in one of the most hectic courts in Europe, prior to the Upheaval, and has only honed her skills since then while on the run.
      Intrigue - 13. She knows how to keep a secret, or at least so she thinks.
      Martial - 13. Among the many subjects Kairi took up in her time in the Garden are classes on strategy and tactics.
      Learning - 17. She has spent a great deal of her life in Radiant Garden, a bastion of higher learning, and had good study habits drilled into her by some of the finest minds Ansem the Wise could offer.
      Occult - 19. As the latest in a succession of oracles, Kairi's innate talents for the mystic have only been honed by study.
      Stewardship - 18. As much as she despised the math classes, they've saved her life budgeting while on the run.

      Traits:
      Radiance: Kairi's heart shines with an inner light, discouraging some bearers of evil power, and drawing others in. Kairi recieves +20 to Occult Rolls when working with wards, healing, or light magic.

      One Sky: The boy whose name starts with S was there for her when she needed him most, despite the distance. They are drawn to each other, as if by fate, and they often speak regardless of distance. +5 Diplomacy with any faction the boy is allied to.

      Chi, Kye, Whatever: As the Wayfinder of her tribe, Kairi possesses the ability to prophecy, though it doesn't come at will. When preparing for adventure, Kairi rolls her Occult three times. She may replace any roll she or her allies make over the course of the Adventure with one of these three rolls, having given advice to them about their fate.

      Untrained, Unsteady: For all her studying of the art of war, her theoretical knowledge is held back by her lack of the practical study. In personal combat, Kairi suffers a -10 to her Martial.
     
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    JamestheFox said:
    His island had an impressive tradition of training their children in swordplay, and Sora is no slouch.
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    Except I seem to recall Wakka fighting with a ball, and Selphie using a jump rope as a whip. 😜

    Nice to see Belle being appreciated as a librarian. Stop teaching her bad chess habits!

    This is clearly before Moana turns feral and ends up on Merlin's Island. XD

    Maui is certainly being rude to a very valuable crew member...
     
    FictionPack said:
    Except I seem to recall Wakka fighting with a ball, and Selphie using a jump rope as a whip. 😜
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    Ssssh, this is Disney canon only, they don't exist here!

    FictionPack said:
    Nice to see Belle being appreciated as a librarian. Stop teaching her bad chess habits!
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    Xehanort: "Never."

    FictionPack said:
    This is clearly before Moana turns feral and ends up on Merlin's Island. XD
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    I will admit I haven't read every last bit and piece of omake, so I've yet to see her current state.

    FictionPack said:
    Maui is certainly being rude to a very valuable crew member...
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    It is all in good fun, all told. There are a few more omakes bouncing around in my head. To give some previews:

    Ansem the Wise attends another royal baby shower, and watches history almost repeat. Kairi meets Riku.

    Sora fishes up a Keyblade. Maui is mad at the sea for giving it to him. Jones senses the wrath of a dead ship.

    There may be further ones on Aqua's side. Yzma having a not great time.

    There are also more Dramatis Personae coming, with stat blocks for anyone wanting to use them.
     
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    As per the Dramatis Personae, Sora's Keyblade here is Wheel of Fate. Imbued with the vengeful spirit of the Black Pearl itself, as well as the favor of several sea deities. Of the ones I had on the random table I rolled when determining this, it's a pretty solid, if incredibly thematically focused, Keyblade.

    This would be a "how Sora got this Keyblade, and how does everyone react" omake.
     
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    Sora could very well lay claim to a seat in the Brethren Court one day if he wanted to, he's got the power and he knows how to sail.

    Question, could the Keyblade fix what's happened to Peter done by Facilier?
     
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