Kingdom Hearts: Dissidia RP

Moran entered the kitchen of the Empty House. It wasn't exactly castle banquet size, but it was appropriate for your typical sit-down restaurant. This fact was actually more to the House's detriment, as much of the equipment was too large for the predominantly Moogle staff. Unfortunately they hadn't yet found any complete Nobodies who were chefs in their past lives, and the Dusks, while capable fighters, are rather terrible with a kitchen knife. The facilities here were actually scavenged from an abandoned restaurant elsewhere in Traverse Town, so they made due with what they had. Moran watched as Moogles worked away cooking eggs in frying pans they could fit inside of. Others worked in teams to grate cheese and chop vegetables, while yet others were on fruit juicing duty.

Moran sipped his coffee. Hm, this is new. It's good, but new. Why wouldn't Blair just get the usual black? She's been acting kinda strange lately...anyways, his eyes caught a Moogle watching bacon catch fire inside a toaster and rushed over (why they had a toaster when they never bought bread was beyond them).

"No Kupo! You fry this!"

He rescued the meat and scooped it up into a frying pan. The Moogle who was trying to cook the bacon argued with him.

"Well don't blame me! Moogles never eat meat kupo!"

Moran changed his left arm into a spatula and began cooking things properly.

The moogle continued, "I was the only one brave enough to touch the stuff kupo! I should get a raise!"

"We'll discuss this later kupo," Moran replied, "Breakfast is already delayed and I am personally quite hungry. Please fetch me some extra pans. I'll do it all at once."

The Moogle complied. As he cooked, Moran leaned over to another moogle cooking eggs next to him and asked, "No meat, but fish and eggs kupo?"

"Those aren't meat." she replied.

"...right" Moran nodded. Some lack of memory inside of him probably wanted to disagree but it wasn't heard over the sizzling of the bacon.

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In a few minutes, breakfast was prepared. A stack of very large buffet bins of scrambled eggs mixed with spinach, tomatoes and peppers, and a full bin of bacon, were currently being carried out by six moogles. Six other moogles were carrying out pitchers of juice, and six more on top of that were busy setting the table in the main hall.

Moran knelt down to the moogle beside him, "Please ring the food bell kupo."

"Yessir kupo!"

The moogle flew off, and soon Moran could hear the chiming. He walked over to stand in the main hall, waiting for everyone to help themselves before him.

Cyprian rapidly shoveled handfuls of food since he knew that the others couldn't care about his poor manners and he couldn't care either.

"Blair, what do you think about today's food?"

Mark pointed Phantom Heart at Jenka. "Fire!" He screamed, rolling out of the way of the claws. He winced as the claws grazed his shoulders, and his arm smashed into the wall when he stood to his feet. Fast, he thought, noting something. He jumped up, closing his eyes before pointing Phantom Heart at Jenka again.

"What show?! Thunder! Aero! Fire!" He exclaimed in quick succession. Thunder came down, wind raged, and fire amplified wind.

*clink clink clink clink!*

The sound of metal tapping against glass. Moran's finger reverted back form the shape of a fork as he stood at the front of the table.

"If I may have your collective attentions kupo, I wish to address the House!"

He didn't expect anyone to stop eating, so he carried on all the same.

"As everyone should note, the Heartless have been appearing more frequently than ever before. And while our defenses remain strong, they come in greater numbers every day. We have reached a point where we are no longer secure taking only defensive measures. To ensure the safety of our House, I call to order an official investigation into the Heartless threat. We must learn everything we can about this adversarial force. Why do them come? Where do they come from? And most importantly, how do we stop them?"

He waved an arm, and two Moogles flew in holding a large parchment. On it, a crayon drawing was scrawled out to form what looked to be a map. In the middle there was a round icon with a lamp post, clock tower, and fountain labelled "Traverse Town", which was surrounded by many other similar icons.

"There exist many more worlds than the one we currently inhabit. All of us save for the Moogles were once denizens of these other worlds, and it is there that we will find our answers. Bishops! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to travel to these worlds to gather as much information on the Heartless as possible. This is not a task to be taken lightly. I have not received word from other worlds in a long time, so it may be possible that they are in great peril from the same Heartless threat we face here. I understand that your memories may compel you to help these worlds, so I will not forbid you to assist those in need."

Moran pointed the the icons on the map as he spoke.

"Twilight Town, The Land of Departure, Radiant Garden, Destiny Islands. These worlds of Harmonia are close to our own, and therefore may have the greatest need for assistance. However, I believe we will learn more should we venture to the outer worlds: World A, Gran Pulse, Ivalice, Gaia, and the other worlds of Dissidia. I will leave each of you to choose which world to investigate, and for some of you, it may be a welcome visit home. I will be staying here, as will the Clerics, to guard the House in your absence.

My friends, kupo, this mission will be dangerous, but it will be the greatest and most important undertaking in the history of the Empty House. We begin preparations as soon as this meal ends. In the meantime, I will take any of the numerous questions you must have."

Mark leapt out of the way, making for a hard roll to avoid the spike. It crashed into the wall, going through the stone with ease. With a two-hand grip, Mark zipped forward to strike at Jenka with an overhead strike. He was still clumsy with the Keyblade, but the weapon seemed to guide his hand. Phantom Heart hit Jenka in the shoulder once, twice, and then thrice as slammed it into his side, his breath labored after the quick, successive strikes.

"Get out of this town." He said coldly.

Mark stumbled back, raising his arm in defense. He let out a yell as his forearm was raked. He nearly dropped his Keyblade, retreating and watching Jenka warily. The blood rolled down his arm in streams. "What show?" He repeated, wondering why this guy kept talking about a show. There were no musicians in Twilight Town...

"Gran Pulse, is well..." Cyprian trailed off a bit before looking at Blair.

Mark couldn't dodge them all. He swung Phantom Heart forward, hoping to slice the box in half. Whatever it was, it worked, and he was thrown back by the force, slamming into the wall despite his effort. And his Keyblade was stuck. "Damnit!" He looked up, and ducked under the box, watching the sizzling firebal smash into the wall and splutter.

The blizzard caught him in the right leg, freezing its way upwards towards his hip. Mark stumbled and fell backwards, beating at the rigid ice with the hilt of his Keyblade. It cracked, and he managed an idea. "Fire!" The box was devoured by the starving flames. "Fira!" He called, using what he recently observed from the Heartless. A large fireball soared forth, knocking the blizzard-casting Heartless away. It diapered into darkness.

Mark nearly stumbled again as his body protested. He couldn't fight much longer. "Explosion!" Before he knew it, he was firing fireballs everywhere, watching them bounce around the walls. His body gradually skidded backwards with each launch. He held his Keyblade forward, concentrating. "Firaja!" The words were said to him in his mind. Before he knew it, a large fireball came forth from Phantom Heart, consuming the alley in flames.

Mark smashed the ice with the hilt once more, watching it break away. He kneeled, breath coming out as wheezes. That should be the end of that freak.

"Blair has a good point." Cyprian looked at Moran. "I don't think I can cover all of Gran Pulse by myself. I'll be going with Blair. It might be fun, I guess. Don't know how I would know."