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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 4, 2017 10:20:58 GMT -5
The now-costumed teenager grimaces at this turn of events. "Great. Should've kept the costume on..." He steeps himself and rushes into the foliage after the Berner, hoping he could fix the mistake he'd made.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 5, 2017 12:44:31 GMT -5
SLAM
Carter soon found himself pinned to the forest floor by a massive, clawed hand, writhing and twisting in a vain attempt to crane his neck and bite his captor. The creature holding him down –an enormous black being like a living shadow, with large, solid white eyes and a pair of zigzagged antennae– shot the dog an ecstatic, maniacally fanged grin.
Flanking him were two identical creatures, the only differences being that their antennae were bent perpendicularly at the top rather than the middle. One of them seemed... particularly nervous. "Um... Chicanery? Are you sure this is a good idea? Attacking the Guardian in broad daylight?"
"Risky? Yes," the group's leader responded. "Expected? Certainly not. Catch 'em off guard, as they say. All we have to do now is wait for the Keymaster to come running straight to us."
Carter continued to squirm beneath the monster's grip, barking up a storm of obscenities.
"But... just the three of us against the Keymaster and the sun? Don't you think this is kind of a hopeless endeavor?"
"Oh, don't be such a pansy, Disquietude! General Sanguine is always encouraging us to be creative! Why stop now?!"
The third shadow creature cleared his throat. "You do realize someone is coming, right?"
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 5, 2017 15:19:39 GMT -5
The superhero skids to a halt, well out of harm's way, and swings his staff at the creatures, only caring to rescue the poor pup. "Hey! Leave the little guy alone!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 5, 2017 20:18:31 GMT -5
Before a connection could be made, a shadowy tendril shot out of the darkness, grabbed the boy's staff and flung him aside. Soon thereafter, one of the creatures sank into the shadows, slithered across the ground, reformed behind him and pinned him down as well.
"See?!" Disquietude anxiously protested. "Now there's just one more thing to worry about!"
"Oh, please," Chicanery scoffed. "I can handle this dog just fine. I think we can handle a little kitty too. Adroitness, make it quick."
The stone-faced demon raised his other arm and swung, claws aimed to slash the boy in his clutches.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 5, 2017 23:48:42 GMT -5
Instead, he finds himself slashing at nothing, the boy's pole placed squarely against his chest and extending rapidly. "Sorry, not looking to be hurt, here." He pulls the pole away, letting the shadow creature fall as he strikes, hitting it right in the neck with his pole and flinging it at the others. "Special delivery!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 7, 2017 21:31:02 GMT -5
Adroitness hit the ground hard, disoriented for a brief moment before dissolving into the darkness.
As the boy swung at the others, Disquietude yelped and raised an arm, shadows erupting from the ground to shield himself and Chicanery. While the nerve-wracked demon summoned a legion of shadows, turning the forest floor into a writhing mass of blackness, the leader hoisted the still-barking Carter up on a dark tendril and whisked him further into the forest.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 7, 2017 23:09:36 GMT -5
Looking around himself, the superhero can only sigh, shaking his head. "Enough keeping me in the dark. Can you cast a light on what's going on, here?" He points at the being huddling a bit away from him. "Against this many, it might be a bit rough. At least, for you guys." He smirks cheekily. "So? What do you say?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 8, 2017 14:25:24 GMT -5
"Why bother?" Adroitness muttered, wrapping his shadows around the boy's neck while Disquietude's ensnared his feet and staff. "Everything will make sense soon enough."
A jagged tendril rose up behind the young man...
SHINK
From out of the trees came a young man in a sleeveless hoodie riding surfer-style atop a flying broomstick. Immediately, he drove a key-shaped blade between Adroitness's neck and shoulder, dissolving the stunned demon and the tendrils he commanded into a formless mass of blackness that promptly faded into the shadows.
Disquietude's ears drooped, his shadows wavering as he watched the keymaster flip off his broom, land squarely on the ground, raise his blade and shoot him a dangerous look.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 8, 2017 18:09:41 GMT -5
He coughs, rubbing his neck as he sighs, shaking his head. "Yeah, I suppose that was too much to ask." He brings his free hand to his staff, gripping and pulling away to reveal a second staff, using it to smack the remaining demon in the head with as much force as he can muster, seeing that hitting it in the neck would kill it and hoping to keep it alive for questioning.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 8, 2017 18:51:07 GMT -5
"EEP-!" As soon as he was struck down, Disquietude subtly disrupted his form and immediately swerved back into an upright position, only to then back himself up against a tree. "L-Listen, fellas, I-I've only been with these guys for a few weeks! No hard feelings between the two of us, right, Mr. Anderson?"
"Anders," Evan bluntly corrected him.
"Anders. Sorry. But... I-I tried to tell 'em this was a bad idea! I know we're not exactly on an even playing field here, so why don't we just put the big, pointy key down and-" The wide-eyed demon shriveled in panic when Evan pointed his keyblade right in his face. "OH SWEET DESIRE-!!!"
"Where's my dog?!"
"CHICANERY HAS HIM OVER THERE!!!"
"Keep an eye on this one, will ya? Thanks," Evan calmly asked the boy in the cat suit before charging off in the direction Disquietude was pointing.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 8, 2017 18:59:36 GMT -5
The boy sighs, leaning on one staff while the other rests in his hand, ready at a moment's notice. He observes the nervous "Okay, so... I think I got every name but yours. Of those remaining, I mean, since that one guy burst into nothingness. Oh, and the dog, now that I'm thinking about it." He frowns, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "...there is so much I don't know, right now, it's not even funny."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 8, 2017 19:21:22 GMT -5
The eight-foot demon nervously stared at the boy like a kicked puppy. "D... Disquietude. They call me Disquietude. I'm a Præt'nos. But, uh... there's a lot of stuff I'm not supposed to talk about with light people or else I get reassimilated... whatever that means..."
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 8, 2017 20:30:07 GMT -5
"Okay..." He nods, gesturing to him with the relatively free hand. "...what can you tell me? Are all the other Pray-t'-noses as aggressive as those guys were? And what was that shadow thing you did, back there?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 8, 2017 20:41:25 GMT -5
"Well... yes..." Disquietude answered honestly. "We're an army. We have to be aggressive. And the shadow thing...? We can all do that. We're made of darkness, and by extension, it's a part of us. Shadows are like extra appendages-"
His antenna ear perked when he heard a violent rustling some ways away. "Guess Chicanery's having his way with the Keymaster..."
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 8, 2017 21:21:32 GMT -5
He glances in the direction of the noise, frowning deeply. "...I guess he'd call for me if he needs help, right?" The teenager blinks, then places his face in his palm. "Except he doesn't know my name. Great." Sighing in defeat, he turns and offers Disquietude a hand. "Well, at least someone should know my name. I'm Chat. Chat Noir. I'm a pretty big deal in France."
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