OoC: This RP is closed except to those already involved. BiC: A shimmering tear in reality punched through the late morning gloom, opening a portal in its wake. From it stepped a man in a full set of strange, midnight blue armor, which disappeared in a flash of light as he walked, revealing dark hair, somewhat tousled from the helmet, grey eyes and a grin, as well as a black jacket with silver trim over simple, dark blue pants and a similarly colored shirt. As he walked, he took the piece of paper he had been given, which had a photograph of the red haired boy he had come to find, by the name of Kasai. The man made a halfhearted attempt to fix his hair as he put the piece of paper away. “So a Keyblade’s gone and I get to go looking for some kid,” he said to himself as he crossed the town square, not really noticing the people that had been watching him since he appeared, “which is assuming he’s even on-world and in this town.” The man stopped suddenly, turning as an odd sound, like air rushing out of space in an instant, came from behind him. What he found where creatures unlike any he had heard of or seen before, small, pure white, with large arms and claws as dark as the night sky. Stepping back, the man seemed to reach for something close at hand, but his fist closed on air. The creatures began to advance, but a bright light filling the man’s hand brought them to a halt. In an instant the man’s weapon appeared, a blade in the shape of an enormous key, the handguard surrounding its handle flaring out into spikes, while thin lines stretched from its bottom down the blade, curving into a double helix that met at the tip, where a massive star made up the teeth of the key. As the Keyblade finished appearing, the man seemed to drop it, but the blade hovered in midair, following the movements of his hand. One of the creatures lashed out, but a single blow from the man’s Keyblade destroyed it utterly, only to be quickly replaced by another. The creatures’ numbers slowly grew as the man struck them down, his blade flying in massive arcs and loops to keep the creatures at bay. Annoyed, the man set his Keyblade spinning in a circle around him, creating a large magical vortex, drawing them in before blasting them away in a burst of magic, destroying the last few. The man grabbed his Keyblade out of the air as he became idle again, the area seeming mostly secure. Although these beings were new to him, battling hostile creatures was quite routine, and he simply walked off in search of the boy he had been sent for.