Toast of The Town (Open)

[derp]

"Ah...Disney Town...birthplace of heroes. Peaceful, yet teeming with new faces every day. The little slice of heaven where yours truly comes to heal his battle scars...to make a scene in a means to impress the women and children, one and all! To climb those few final steps into becoming an icon, just like the king. To....wait. ah hell, am I narrating in my head again?"

On the rooftops on Disney Town, the Little Dripper of the famed Castle that is the heart of the town lies in wait, enjoying his forth serving of Donald Fizz and enjoying the native scenery he came to love. All the cheery citizens seemed as happy as ever, and Inku was just as happy. His ears twitch at the breeze of a sunny day as he slowly sighed. "Hm...well, since Im here already, I may as well try to mingle...maybe even find some new friends" he said with a warm smile. He sat up, quickly biting into a large peice of his ice cream as he shivered with his ears bent down with the mixed feeling of popping bits of sugar and salt, and the cool, icy touch of the cream.

Inku smiled at the sun like a dear friend, and raised his black hood up, forming up the usual look of coolness that he enjoys showing off to new faces. He stretched his legs and made a dash out of the rooftop he was standing on, sliding his way down using the various clotheslines, windows and cloths that sit round in between the housed buildings. He landed on his feet with a clap like thud, and stretched his whole body before pressing forward. "Well, I may as well grab another ice cream first...though Im getting a little too addicted for my own good..." he said with a laugh as he went on his way...

[Zana Rinne]

"Someone...help...me...please..."

She had no idea of how she had ended up there, to begin with. But it had been a rough landing, and it hurt a lot. She'd hit her head pretty hard, and she had a lump on her forehead where she'd hit her head on the ground.

And the next thing she knew was that she'd been attacked. She had cuts all over her body and the most prominent one was right across her wrist, the one that was injured. It was bleeding deeply and she was holding onto it, trying to stop the bleeding. It wasn't working. blood was spattered on the white arm sleeve that went up to her elbow. The other hand had a firm grip on her two swords. She was shaking visibly, and was calling for help...

...but her voice was too weak at the moment. She could barely even get out a coherent sentence.

What had happened to the islands? And why was she here? How had she ended up there?!

Everything went black. She couldn't keep her eyes open. Zana Rinne finally collapsed and gave into a tormented, dark unconsciousness.

OOC: Lame *dies* and short. Sorry >//<

[derp]

Inku had come strolling along with yet another Donald Fizz, biting into his apparent favorite ice cream as he looked at the sky with a smile. The hero giggled as happy memories of his childhood flowed through his head. The main own that stuck this time was the time time he ate ice cream with a girl. She was quite cute, and had wanted to hear of him after his many made up fairy tales of his playtime with this other friends began to spread. He still remembered the taste of the treat. Salty....yet sweet and mouthwatering.

His happy thoughts were cut short, as Inku suddenly tripped on something soft, and with his head landing with a hard thud. He quickly got up, slightly fuzzed, as his hand began to feel something...wet? He looked over to his hand, and his eyes widened with fear. "B-blood? Oh no, someone's in trouble!" His head darted all over the place, his vision eventually catching the sight of a lone girl on the ground, a trail of blood oozing from her.

"Oh god, I-Im so sorry! Im so dumb, so careless!" he said, a little panicked, but he breathed in deeply and took to her care, as any hero would. He tries to pull her arm over her shoulder, supporting her the best that he can as he tries to drag her away, taking her to the nearest hospital he can remember from this point in town. Inku lets in a shrug to the girl, attempting to wake her up. "H-hey....are you alright?" he said, as he waited for some kind of response...

[Zana Rinne]

Things had gone dark so easily...but why?

Why was everything so black and cold, why couldn't she move a muscle, not even her eyelids? Why was she scared? It wasn't in her nature to fear anything, and now she felt so utterly scared and weak that she felt silly.

This was the end of it.

Zana wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. The blood that poured from her wounds was making her weaken, and she knew it. Her consciousness had started to fade away already.

Was it a good thing? Maybe not. Maybe she'd be damned to hell, she'd fade into darkness...or maybe she could have a chance to reunite with her family, have them back. Let go of the emptyness of the life she led. That could be the way to go, just give up and...sleep forever. That sounded like the way to go...she started to give away into sleep...

...until a voice snapped her from her daze and woke her lightly. She was being dragged away and the fact made her snap into reality. She couldn't....couldn't die yet....she had to fight...no matter how hard she wanted to give up, no matter that she had no one anymore. She had to find her way back to the islands, defend her home...

...She couldn't give up yet.

"...N..."she mumbled, fighting to stay awake. "...S-Something at-taccked me-e...I couldn't...fight..."she slurred. Her voice was merely a sigh and she was stuttering a lot, but she could talk. It wasn't enough at all. She dropped her blades and passed out again.

[zid]

[OOC: Guess this kinda takes out the thread at Destiny Islands, but I didn't think Axel would be of any help. Still, Zidane doesn't remember too clearly what happened at this point, so!]

Ears ringing. Head spinning. Body aching.

When Zidane opened his eyes, he saw nothing but blue sky.

Red clouded his vision and he closed them again against a headache with a little moan. He didn't remember falling and he didn't remember hitting, crumpled on the ground like a fallen angel. It didn't seem like his limbs would cooperate even if he felt like he could get up.

But...

The pain ebbed, so strong that when it let up just enough he felt numb all over from the relief. It swelled and lapsed like waves. He remembered waves, dimly, not so long ago.

If I don't get up...

Eyelids fluttered, sight hurt so much. He shifted and coughed; tasted blood. Was he dying already? This didn't feel real. He had to get up.

His head was still killing him, but he found that he could sit up just as long as he ignored the white hot splinter of agony that hit somewhere up his right arm. Maybe the bone was broken--god he could use a white mage...

The next wrong move drew out a strangled scream, and he clenched a hand around the bones to hold them together. I need I need I need I need--!

Something soothed.

The intensity in his arm lightened, the unconsidered stabbing in his hip faded, and the pain in his head dulled to a slow throb. He could move with a minimum of agony, compared to what he'd been dealing with a moment ago.

If Zidane didn't know for a fact he wasn't a white mage, he would've thought it was magic.

It wasn't, though. He must've misjudged his injuries, which was easy to do when his head still hurt so much. Whatever--he could get up, things didn't end here under the blue sky, and as he turned to take in his new surroundings he spotted something from the old.

"That girl--!" Hadn't caught her name--or had he? It was all so scrambled now and he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, either--except she looked just as roughed up as he was. Had they both gotten launched off the world? Was that even possible?

"Hey!" His voice sounded weak, and a knife of pain in his ankle kept him from running as fast as he could. At least his tail was all right, or balance would have been a whole other issue. "Is she all right? What happened?" Apparently the girl had taken the fall at least as bad as he had, but he couldn't imagine where all those cuts came from...

[derp]

Something attacked her....in this world? Not possible. Inku had quickly come to the conclusion that she was, in fact, an otherwolder. Yet, not from somewhere he could tell right away, judging from her clothes. A hint of curiosity stood in the sea of fear and duty that surrounded the knight's consciousness. "Okay, you'll be fine, miss....Im taking you somewhere safe. Whatever in the world attacked you, it's not here now...hopefully."

Inku's mind began to wander, once again planning out his efforts. "Okay then....otherworlder, currently uknown point of origin. Bleeding frequently, and is going to need immediate medical help. I could use some of my ink to heal her, but Im not sure how much it would help. I'll have to try at least...."
Inku set her near a wall, letting her lean on her back as he unseathed Blitzdrop."Okay...I'm going to heal some of your wounds with this ink, but I unsure if it will heal everything. Yet again, it'll help with the recovery..."

His hear quickly raised itself straight to the voice of....another otherworlder? He turned to see an blonde boy in weirder clothes and...a tail. Odd for a figure such as him...then again, look's who's talking... He slowly let out his magink to help heal the girl as he turned to the boy's attention. "I...I found her on the path nearby...she was bleeding heavily. Are you and her together, by any chance?", Inku said to him.

[Sora]

Wait, where did all these stands and houses come from? And these games and these people and this sheer wonderment? Everything was bursting with welcoming yet bright colors, bursting with loud pops and massive (shiny) gears and places to explore, as if to intentionally lure Sora further into the this tiny little town of fun. And it was odd; how did the brunette not know about the existence of such a wondrous place?

Sora was in heaven.

The brunette was having way too much fun. If it wasn’t one thing that immediately drew his attention, it was another. Everything was just so addictive and distracting. Sora had immediately been drawn to the place, playing around first with an old ice cream machine that seemed to like rhythm and music (weird), and then he somehow ended up in a room full of twisting and lifting gears, just begging to be climbed. It was like this place was made for him.

Really, Sora had meant to go to Disney Castle first, but he landed a little outside of the gleaming and majestic palace, finding himself here. He didn’t even know about this place. Why didn’t Goofy and Donald tell him about such a great town? Still yet, after countless fun was had, Sora sucked in some calming air and accepted the fact that he still held responsibilities. Worlds were in danger, and he needed to find two of his best friends to help him, Donald and Goofy… Mickey too, if he was here. Maybe they would know what to do about the darkness that ate away at the worlds like fat leeches.

Sora shoulders drooped a bit. He was so tired of maybes.

While the brunette was stewing, becoming preoccupied with more thoughts on how in the world he was going to get anything accomplished if nothing was working, he stepped in something wet. It made him flinch, hearing the swish of something so ambiguous. “When did it rai—“ And then he looked down and saw the puddle wasn’t water. It was crimson and dark and glistening just like blood. Before Sora could even think, he took a couple of horrified steps backward out of the puddle, flicking a little bit of blood off his shoe while he did, and whirled around. He saw the source after a couple of seconds of frantic searching--A badly beaten girl and boy, one cut so badly she seemed to have lost consciousness. What the heck?

“D-do you need any help?” Sora breathed to Inku, immediately jumping in without a single thought, panicking slightly at seeing such a gruesome sight here, of all places. He folded his legs and sat level to the creature beside him, who oddly looked a lot like a certain mouse… “This is crazy.” Sora paused to look at the boy beside of him, a tail (tail?) curling about his broken body, a body that looked so pained it even made Sora cringe inwardly a bit; a slight, queasy squeeze of his stomach made the brunette wince as a result too. ”You need help… Here, I’ll heal you.” With a burst of golden radiance, the Keyblade had erupted into Sora’s hand, a silvery gleam running along the length of the legendary blade. It only took a second for him to raise the Keyblade over his head, concentrate on the summoning of the always helpful white magic, and douse the blonde boy in a soothing, gentle light in front of him. It should help, at least a little. The brunette glanced worriedly at the black creature and the girl before turning back to the boy. “That better?”

OoC:// Crappy intro is crappy. :c Sorry. [/size]

[Zana Rinne]

Everything, the voices and images around her were a dark blur, hazy and empty. All of it, the buildings, the ground, the sky; everything was pitch black. There was nothing but dark. It was overwhelming. She needed to regain consciousness, dammit! Her mind was screaming at her to fight, to wake up.

God damn it, MOVE! GET UP AND BACK TO FIGHTING! THIS IS HOW YOU WANT TO PROTECT YOUR HOME?! IT'S PATHETIC!

But it was tough, she was far too tired and her head hurt badly. So everything she knew for now was that she couldn't see much besides the dazing blackness ahead and all she heard was an annoying ringing in her ears that refused to disappear. She struggled, wanted to open her eyes and go back home...

There was a bright light somewhere nearby, and she wondered if it was her tired mind making it up, or if it was really there...

...but it felt so warm, and comforting...that she needed to find the source. It forced her eyes to open, and oddly enough, it didn't take so much effort as she had expected. As though she had been healed. She didn't know if she was better or not, but she blinked and looked around.

Three different people, a blonde boy who had a tail, another boy who had spiky brown hair and was wielding a large key, and...a little rabbit. She blinked a bit. "Who....who are you?"she asked weakly.

[zid]

It was fortunate the girl hadn't fallen far from him, since Zidane didn't get far before his ankle twisted in a way that nearly broke him and he dropped into a kneel, working up the willpower to stand again.

"Dahnhhhh. That--kinda, we met on another--worl--another world." Just trying to remember made his head spin until his stomach roiled. Clearly brain and brawn needed a break here. Maybe it wasn't another world, though--just the beach, he didn't know now--and he was about to say so when another voice joined the group. Zidane's head swiveled to take in a kid not much younger than himself--or maybe he was, the guy certainly looked it in the eyes.

The little...bunny--rabbit--guy thing seemed to be working to help the girl, so Zidane didn't argue when the boy suggested healing. He still couldn't explain what happened earlier, so some legitimate white magic could certainly put him back on his feet. "I'm not bad, don't strain yours..." Uh. Whipping out a gigantic key seemed like something out of a silly story, but come to think of it pretty much everything here looked like it came from a silly story.

Then again, he had hit his head pretty hard.

Magic or not, the giant key did the trick, and he could get addicted to the feeling of bone slipping back into place. But he didn't hear Dagger's relieved sigh as she lowered her staff, and that absence burned.

Zidane rose anyway, trying out the battered shoulder and ankle with a shake. "Hey, good as new! Thanks!" But there was still the girl, and as Zidane glanced over she opened her eyes.

"Oh, well..." Well, he might as well introduce himself to his savior anyway. "I'm Zidane Tribal," he said, dimly remembering that he'd omitted Tribal recently but not why. "We were back on that island, remember? Any idea what happened?"

[derp]

As Inku was attending to the injured girl's wounds, his ears quickly picked up the steps on another figure. He didnt mind at first...in fact, he started to worry of attracting so much attention from a poor soul, bleeding, confused and in need of help. Yet, his voice was the sound of someone...different.
“D-do you need any help?”
His voice seemed so familiar. Never heard before but something clicked in Inku....something that made him compelled to turn around as he said, "Oh, I found this girl on the pathway. She was injured and..."
”You need help… Here, I’ll heal you.”

The next sight in the rabbit knight's sight made his blue and black eyes widen. He had heard of him...the others at the Castle would tell of his many stories. Inku was especially intrigued, and wanted to meet him someday, ever since we was much younger and in training. He never thought they'd ever cross paths, but...well....right there. He was standing right in front of Inku, healing the other two with ease, using the one distinctive weapon that sealed the fact of his existence to Inku. The Keyblade...
{i]"Oh....my....that's...what....no w-way....it can't be, but it is, but maybe it isn't, but its...."[/i][/color]
Inku was staring dead at a keyblader. Not just any one, but the one and only..."S-Sora..."

The whole world came to a blank in the knight's mind, as he slowly walked over to him. His mouth was agape, but it slowly turned to a huge smile, hie eyes gleaming with a brighter shade of blue in the sun, and his whole body twitching in excitement. "Sora....I dont believe it, you're Sora! The Sora!, I cant believe you're really for real!!" the bunny said, quickly charging forward with a tackle-hug of the warmest and heartfelt kind. "I dont beieve it! You're here!, with me!, in Disney Town!! I-I'm Inku, nice to meet you awesome person of all awesome!" he said, quickly reverting into his inner, fanboy-like child.

[Sora]

Sora grinned at the blonde. Still, he couldn't but feel a little nauseous after hearing all those bones whip and crackle into place. He didn’t know his cure spell could heal that much. “Don’t mention it. I couldn’t just leave you here. And by the way…” Sora took a glance around, surveying the blood that still lay like tainted rain water on the ground. So disturbing and horrifying, especially when the background to this scene was colorful buildings meant for happiness and joy. “What happened exactly?” Sora paused at Zidane’s comment too, a little confused. “Huh? Island?” Destiny Islands maybe? Pretty far-fetched, but it definitely got Sora’s attention.

“S-Sora…”

Sora froze upon hearing his name, turning ever so slightly to look at the rabbit creature, to see his overly giddy (or maniacal) face. It made Sora glance up to the blonde boy’s eyes in hesitation and shock, completely lost on what to do or say. Truthfully, Sora was a little creeped out. Why was this guy giving him such an amazed look? Did he do something amazing? The brunette took to scratching at the back of his head in nervous habit. “Eh heh… Um, I guess. My name is Sora… How’d… How’d you know?” And just like that, he was tackled, the creature completely knocking the boy off his feet and holding him in a forced but loving hug, back smacking the ground in a merciless thump. He couldn’t even breathe for a few moments. ”Nghn. Nice to meet you too!” The brunette laughed nervously, still a little creeped out but oddly—very amused and flattered. It made him grin. “Wait—Have I met you before? Is that how you know me?" That’s when a flash of Disney Castle friendships came cascading to the forefront of Sora’s mind. Goofy, Donald, Pluto, Queen Minnie, Daisy, Mickey, among plenty of others—Maybe this creature knew them and thus knew Sora. “Do you know Goofy and Donald? Do you know Mickey?” Sora was excited now, becoming just as starry-eyed and happy as this creature. He wanted to see his friends so badly.

Suddenly, the brunette halted his quick jumble of words and questions to look over at the girl and boy, to make sure they were still okay. No amount of distracting bunnies and chances to see old and close friends could tear his mind away from a situation like this… And they seemed so breakable after witnessing all that blood. ”Are you all alright? Sora mumbled uncertainly, glancing at everybody, but the next question was asked in much brighter and happier tone, an obvious smile lifting the brunette’s sunny cheeks. “What’s your names?”

[Zana Rinne]

How was it possible that even after recovering -or whatever- things could still be so...blurry? Well, not really, everything was getting focused slowly. And the buildings stayed were they should, so that was a good sign. She turned to Zidane after he intrduced himself.

"Yeah...I remember you. And I swear I don't know what happened..."

Zana forced herself to take half a step forward and ended up falling back to her knees.

"Ugh...I'm okay..." Well, not exactly. But at least she wasn't bleeding to death anymore. She then looked up to the spiky-headed little kid. "Yeah, the Des--"at that very moment he got tackled by the small rabbit and Zana stared at both of them in confusion. Why were they so happy? It was so odd....

And then when the tackling attack thingy was over. "Not really...but I'm better now. I'm Zana Rinne..." she then turned to the bunny. "And I don't know you,"she said to him and the other boy. Though, her gaze remained on the little rabbit. She'd never thought animals could talk...

...or maybe she 'd gone mad. Which was most likely it.

[zid]

[OOC: Wow college. Sorry for the wait!]

He didn't notice the bunny guy's silence at first, but Zidane picked up on it when everyone got focused. He met Sora's glance with a befuddled shrug, less alert but more curious now that he could see awe on Inku's face and not anger or horror. Maybe it was that giant key...? Nah, that didn't make sense, but Zidane got a prickly static feeling from it like there was some exceptionally potent magic there. That was odd, too--he shouldn't be picking up on something like that, so he dismissed it as nerves.

Everything relaxed when it was clearly just...well, not so clearly something, but harmless nonetheless. Zidane couldn't exactly find fault with a hug even if it was clearly the kind that was hard to breathe around.

With a wry grin, he turned his attention back to the girl only to find that she wasn't holding up so well. When she staggered only to drop back down, he hissed empathetically and moved for her side. "Oh, hey--you sure you should be walking?" he asked, offering her a hand. All chivalry aside, he just plain hated seeing a girl hurt. Anyone, really, but especially girls. "Well, I don't know you either, but I can't say I'd mind getting to know you," he added. It was flirting, sure, but for the time being he'd better keep it to a minimum or she might not accept help at all.

"I--think we're good to go," he said to Sora with a smile of gratitude. It was hard for a cure spell to put anyone at one hundred percent--at least from injuries like those--but he could handle the excess. Still, his eyes wandered to that bigass key again. "Unless you got enough juice left for a pick-me-up," he added with a subtle nod to Zana. He didn't want to outright insult her, but generally if someone wasn't walking after a cure spell then they needed another dose.