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[knightandday]

A: Mundane Stuff.

[A red-haired girl in an oversized hoodie is walking with her hands in her pockets, slouched over. She's trying very hard not to call attention to herself... Except, there's a sword on her back, she's trying to keep it hidden under the hoodie. It's... not terribly discreet, probably. But regardless, she's trying to keep a low profile and not get involved in any supernatural, magical bullshit.

What supernatural, magical bullshit are you going to drag her into?]

B: FIGHT SCENE

[Well, it was nice hiding while she could. She's surrounded in an open courtyard, men in armor on all sides. She herself is in her full armor, letting her red hair fly freely, as she has her sword in hand- A beautiful sword, silver and white, as though a fragment of moonlight was given form. And then, she shifts her grip, and the blade erupts into golden fire, like sunlight, scattering feather-like embers around it.

She lifts her sword high, proclaiming loudly:]

The Knight of Rebirth, Crystal of Whitehilt, has arrived. If any of you are brave enough to be burned, step forward!

[And then, immediately lowering her stance, taking a clumsy guard. She's... She's very, very clearly an amateur at this.]

Then again, I know you guys are cowards. Seriously, I've been at this for like a month and you've sent ten guys at once to take me? What happened to honor?

[... She, uh, may need help. She's running her mouth more than her sword because judging from her stance, she can probably do more damage with her mouth.]

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B

[grind_to_win]

Sorry lady with these guys honor's just going to get you killed!

[Running onto the scene was a woman with long red hair, wearing what could only really be described as workshop wear. Goggles over her face and an apron made of thick cloth over what seemed like similar work wear.]

Alright time for my battle set. Arachnid gear!

[She pulls out a crystalline sphere with some sort of purple mist inside of it. She smashes the orb in her hand and the smoke immediately spreads over her body. When she reappears she is wearing gloves made of thick black metal that end in claws. Additionally propped on her back appears to be two sets of mannequin arms each holding swords.

Rather than say anything else she runs forward. The Knight from her perspective would be able to see the earring glint with a verdant light before suddenly her rescuer appeared in the middle of the fray and started slicing away.]

Hey! Do you have any support magic? Lay down some cover fire or something if you can.

[knightandday]

Uhhhh yo what?

[NAILED IT, CRYS.

She raises her sword again, and swings it at the nearest grunt. The sword is on fire! The swing is... well, the sword is weighted to be heavier at the tip, so she's letting the weight do the work, because she sucks at actual technique.]

No, seriously, what? Who are you? Also, no, I can't- I don't know shit about magic, all I've got is this sword?!

[Honestly, the flaming sword is the only reason she's not overwhelmed. Parrying and countering are harder when the sword is on fire, and burns at you when you try to knock the blade away. Even so, she's getting pushed back...]

[grind_to_win]

Oh damn you're a total newbie, huh?

[She's slicing through these armored jerks fairly handily the separate mannequin arms alternating between attacking and blocking.]

We'll do names later, but come on, you didn't think you were the only one. Did you?

[Even if she was better at this than the other girl there were plenty of them to go through.]

That said I don't necessarily know how your shit works, but try holding out the sword and focusing on pushing out the flames. It might do something.

[knightandday]

Of course I'm not the only one, there's- Look, that's not importan- Holy shit wait-

[She doesn't even know where to start with this.]

Listen, this sword didn't pick me for my skill, okay?! I was studying math, not magic knight stuff! How are you doing that with arms?! That's really creepy?!

[She raises the sword again, and this time, pushes back, gaining some space.]

A

[anoceanofatma]

Of COURSE you've never seen my identification! I can't keep track of the paperwork in EVERY backwater that has delusions of importance!

[Some kind of AU where instead of climbing a tower, Jun is traveling between parallel universes. Also he doesn't have god-like power yet. He appears to have come in conflict with the local constabulary.

So it's like, some guy in a fancy coat with a blue staff just barking at a patrol of roboknights with apparently no concern for his own well being.]

Seriously, I have more important things to worry about than a bunch of tin cans. Get out of my way.

[knightandday]

[.... She hates this. She wants, so badly, to not stick her neck out, to just ignore this.

But she can also tell, this guy is... definitely not local. That's no fashion she's seen. And she can't just leave someone in trouble.

She swore an oath. But even if she hadn't.... She can't just look away.

She walks up to Jun, still slouching a bit...]

What seems to be the problem here?

[... Of course, the worrying part is that she can't tell if these robots are the reasonable kind or the suborned-by-Ferrac kind. So this is either about to turn violent, or be fine.]

[anoceanofatma]

Finally someone reasonable arrives. I didn't realize I needed a license to walk down the street around here. Which seems to be what these metal gentlemen are trying to convince me of.

[A gesture at the robots. He had just meant to pass through, but the next portal or whatever was far enough away he actually had to spend time here.]

[knightandday]

Well, when someone very clearly suspicious starts walking around...

[She sighs.]

Okay, look. You're very clearly not from around here, right? Where are you from?

A.

[moonfalling]

[Saki Shiroyume is terrible at reading the room. Even with hundreds of years worth of Earth living to her name, she just cannot understand human emotions. Those don't exist on the moon and Saki, a perfect Moon Princess, obviously doesn't have something as flawed as emotions.

So when she sees a strange red head hiding a sword under her hoodie, Saki can't understand the emotions of the situation. It doesn't occur to her that she could embarrass or anger someone by pointing out a fact. At least she doesn't shout, but her voice does raise in an attempt to get the stranger's attention.]

Excuse me? Are you trying to hide that sword? You're doing... hm. [Saki searches her vocabulary. Unfortunately, a lot of her 'modern human slang' comes from her foul mouthed bestie.] Oh, yes. A 'piss poor job' at hiding it. That's the phrase.

[She's so hip.]

[knightandday]

[...

...

Wow. Okay. This is happening.]

I'd say I'm doing a better job of hiding it than you are of reading the mood.

[She sighs, deeply, looking around to see who is looking at them.]

Who are you?

[moonfalling]

There's no text for me to read.

[This line, Saki delivers with humorous intent. But she doesn't know how to tell a joke, so it sounds like she's absolutely serious.]

Saki Shiroyume. And I would beg to differ. Unless, perhaps hiding it was not your intention. Do you intend to keep it sheltered from the cold?

[knightandday]

Cool. Yeah. Keep the flaming sword away from the cold.

[GROANS...]

Yeah, my low profile's probably gone, okay.

B. let's be honest, this is probably how they canonically met each other.

[unsanghero]

[From a distance, there's a faint sound, getting closer. A soft rattling of something moving steadily against the pavement, approaching the guards. Too even to be footsteps, too continuous to be a cane, it sounds like... wheels?]

[Calmly and unafraid, a young woman in a wheelchair is rolling directly up to the men surrounding Crystal.]

[In a polite, matter-of-fact tone, she addresses the nearest guard.]

Hello. Surrender.

[She sounds like she's ordering a coffee. Except less emotionally invested.]

HONESTLY YEAH

[knightandday]

[Crys is not thinking well in this situation. Immortal or no, this is scary. And so she may be forgiven for not thinking of the wielders of the other swords right now... Especially when she's never met any of them in person, especially when this one looks like a girl in a wheelchair.

Is. Is a girl in a wheelchair.]

Are you insane- Get out of here?! These guys are serious, you know?!

[unsanghero]

Yes.

[She does not, apparently, feel the question requires a more detailed answer. She is, in fact, aware that these men are serious. No further response is necessary.]

[Of the two nearest guards, one of them looks vaguely annoyed at the interruption. The other gives a low, ugly laugh. None of them look particularly torn up at the idea of hurting a girl in a wheelchair, or like they're considering taking her offer.]

[The guard stops laughing, and draws his sword.]

[It's... almost hard to follow, what happens next.]

[One moment, he's drawn steel on a defenseless woman. The next, the chair is empty. Both of the guards next to it are on the ground, unconscious. And the woman is standing a few feet away, holding a sword to the throat of a third guard.]

[Behind her, the shawl she was wearing flutters to the ground.]

[In one smooth moment, she'd stood from her chair, cast off the shawl, drawn her sword, struck the first two guards with the flat of it, approached and disarmed the third, All so swiftly the garment hadn't even had time to finish its' fall.]

[To one who has studied the holy blades, the sword is unmistakable. Slim, and elegant, with a blade as translucent as glass.]

[Pointed at the guard's throat is Hauteclere.]

[knightandday]

[The swords imbue their owners with some level of superhuman ability. Strength, speed. That's the only reason Crys was even remotely able to follow that movement with her eyes. Otherwise, she wouldn't have seen it.

In a way, she feels almost... dirty. That move was... beautiful. Elegant. And she, also, wielding a sword supposed to be hers' equal, she's clumsy, without grace nor skill...

But even so, that awe rises up in her.]

... Complaints withdrawn. I'm glad to finally see someone who's on my side...

B

[oncebrokenway]

[Oh no. An inexperienced baby hero. And unless that sword is like a Keyblade, and brings its wielder up to at least a basic skill level...]

Yeah, how about we even up those odds a little?

[he steps up next to the girl, Braveheart flashing into his hand as he takes up his own ready stance with practiced ease.]

See how you stand up to the Knight of Rebirth, and a Keyblade Master... if you think you've got it in you.

[knightandday]

[... Okay. Cool. This is happening. She tries to keep her face under control, and...

Well, let's be real here. It doesn't bring her up to a remotely basic skill level. What it does do, however, is catch fire, and that makes it very hard to get close to her.]

Who- "Keyblade"- Okay, I've got a ton of questions, but for now, let's just make this clear. Right here, right now... Are you my ally?

[It's obvious, of course. But that question seems to have a slightly deeper meaning to it. As though it is more ritual than question, a slight, strange inflection to it, one that doesn't match her voice for everything else she's said.]

[oncebrokenway]

[... yeah, that question gets her a strange look. (much moreso than the sword catching fire, which he straight up doesn't even bat an eye at. hm.)

but he does catch that strange sort of formality in her tone, so he bites back his automatic, sarcastic reply and instead says:]

I'm your ally.

B

[windsrising]

[While there's no denying that the TARDIS always has had a habit of bringing to unusual places - and unusual circumstances - even the Doctor has to admit that this is one of the... well, not more unusual situations he's run into but certain one of the more immediately volatile ones. Naturally, then, he does what he always does in situations like these: promptly get involved, despite the question of whether or not it's a good idea.]

You know, I'm not usually one for violence, but I have to agree with her on that. This all seems rather... excessive, don't you think?

[It should, additionally, be noted that despite the fact that he is neither armed nor wearing any sort of armor, he doesn't seem to be the slightest bit bothered by the fact that he's... just walked into the middle of a conflict between as many as eleven combatants.]

[knightandday]

[... Okay. Unarmed, unarmored, old man. Stepping into the middle.

She groans loudly.]

Are you crazy, old man?! Get back, these guys will kill you!

[windsrising]

[He's not that old! ...Well, technically, he is. But he'd like to think that he doesn't look it at the very least.]

Crazy, maybe. Or at least people have thought as much. But I'm certainly not old.

[And he will protest that fact, despite being at least eight centuries or so.]

Besides, I could say the same of you.

just... gonna slap a blanket warning for KH3 spoilers up here

[brokenallthelaws]

[In the absence of the Organization - both iterations of the Organization - there isn't strictly a reason for him to go out searching various sources of Light. The Guardians have been chosen and it's unlikely that any of them are going to want replacing any time soon, as best he can judge. Still, while catching up with old friends has been nice, it's not something he wants to spend all his time doing either. Plus he rather expects most of them are going to want to catch up to the times a little, and while he certainly doesn't mind pointing them the right way he has better things to do they play constant chaperone.

(Plus he figures that they'd probably get sick of him before long, not least of all because he's not exactly the person he used to be.)

Instead, he turns to indulging curiosity. And if that should turn into following strange sources of light, well... it's not like there's any harm in that, even if it's not something that's likely to be necessary at any point in the future. As such, one dark portal later, and he's stepping out into the light of an unfamiliar world.

While he doesn't exactly make an effort to draw any particular attention to himself, neither is he keeping to shadows either. The Organization is gone, and with that, there's hardly any need to keep his presence a secret; instead, he makes his way down the streets as if it were the most normal thing in the world, hood down. He might not exactly blend in well, but at least he's managing to not look outright suspicious either. (Or so he'd like to think, anyway.)]

Nice sword.

[He... seems to genuine mean that, although the fact that he's actually calling attention to it might be a little out of the ordinary.]

GOOD CALL

[knightandday]

[Crys immediately spins around. Calling attention to the sword means he knows- Who she is, what she's doing. That means her guard is up. She doesn't want to fight in an area like this, but she has to answer a challenge like that...]

Who are you? Another goon?

[brokenallthelaws]

[He doesn't, entirely, know what she's up to. He can make some guesses, sure - there's not a lot of options, when that kind of light is involved - but he doesn't really know either. Nor, for that matter, does she have the slightest idea of who she is.

On the other hand, he's made a lifetime (several lifetimes) of very carefully not letting on to what he does or doesn't know. Sooner or later she'll offer something that'll help him starting putting the pieces together, and in the meantime he'll just play things close to his chest. Just like always.]

Nope. Been there, done that, not looking to try it again. Not here for a fight either, if that was gonna be the next question.

[If she starts one, he won't back down. But he's not gonna pick one either.]