He frowned at the armored figure's comment. "Not killing me would be a start," he muttered as he got up off the rubble, placing himself in a sitting position on the makeshift hillside of rubble. He looked down between his feet, trying to think.

Okay, woke up with a headache. Saw a fight with monsters. Found some wierd-looking rod. And nearly got turned into an interesting-looking smear on the ground.

He thought harder, wracking his brain on the situation and what could've happened. He felt fine, physically. No injuries on his body, he had suffered nothing more than injured pride for the most part.

Dragon... The word danced across his mind fleetingly, causing him to perk up. Rising Dragon... It faded away completely.

Well, that was interesting. What the heck is that supposed to mean.. He looked over at the torn right gray sleeve of the undershirt he was wearing and ripped it off, leaving his arm bare save for the short black sleeve of the t-shirt he wore over the gray shirt and the fingerless biker glove on his right hand. He picked himself off the rubble, brushed his brown hair from his brown eyes and turned to the others.

"If anything, call me R.D." he said, pocketing the rod he held. He then looked over at the one who spoke to him.

"No, I don't really trust you at the moment. One of you was about to crush my head in while that... thing," he said, pointing at the met, "is going on about killing me."

Edited by RisingDragon on September 26, 2006 at 18:33:51.

Naze smirked, reading what she was thinking just by her exprestions.
"Recalling those wonderful moments we had together as well?" He called out. "Such a fine couple we were! Though of course you went your ways and I went mine. You said it wouldn't work. 'One of light and the other of dark? No how could things work any longer. It's best we forget about each other and move on.' You said. Though my heart, that I had then was broken, I grew from that. I got stronger, thanks to you." He put his cain under his upper arm and clapped several times loudly. "All thanks to you, dear." He began chuckleing to himself and closed his eyes after finishing.

"Oh, don't mind Hugo," Matt said. "He's just a colossal dick."

"Go to hell!" came the angry reply.

"But I won't force you if you don't want to," Matt continued, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

R.D. looked back and forth between the man and Hugo.

"... I think I'll try to find out on my own."

He put his hands into the pockets of his white cargo jeans, then looked at the man with glasses and the armored one.

"So who the hell are you people?"

(Matt's a teenager, by the way.)

Matt slid his hands in his pockets. "I'm Matt."

(Same with R.D.)

R.D. nodded and looked over at the armored figure.

"And you? And the guy floating in the air behind you?" he asked, nodding his head toward the golden being watching everything and everyone.

(I'm assuming DragonFire looks human. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

"Juno. Hmm. I'm guessing you're not human." R.D. said.

"An Ancient?" Matt asked.

R.D. raised an eyebrow at Juno. Ancient? Eh, can't be any weirder from what I just saw.

He then turned to Matt, glanced at Hugo once, then back to Matt. "I'm guessing you're not human either."

"I'm human," Matt replied to R.D. "I get my powers from something else."

"Oh good. So I'm not alone in this screwed up world."

R.D. slowly walked over to where the battleground was, quite aware of Juno's pondering look.

"What were those things you were fighting?" he asked.

Matt's brow furrowed. "Heartless. They're shadow monsters that invade worlds and drain the energy from them. They've been coming in a lot more through these rips."

"Rips? I'm guessing that was that glowing thing you shut earlier."

R.D. looked around, then up at DragonFire, giving him a skeptical look.

"What's his story?"

"I would ask him, if he'd come down here so I could. I don't feel like yelling."

He sat down on a large piece of rubble, one of many that littered the street, and looked around.

"So... what're we going to do? I'm gonna have to go with you guys, seeing how you're the only people I know and this world is way too crazy for a guy with no memories to be wandering around... right?"

R.D. looked over at Juno as he transformed, and raised his eyebrow. "War? What kind of war are you talking about?"

R.D. looked at Juno in surprise and disbelief.

"... you realize that made no sense to me whatsoever, right?" he asked. He shook his head and continued before Juno could reply. "That sounds bad. This world is more messed up than I thought."

R.D. stood up and brushed himself off. "Was that what those Heartless monsters were a part of? This end of the world thing?"

Matt knew the real reason but prefered not to say. "It's probably something else. That's what I'm trying to find out."

R.D. gave Matt a long look, trying to figure him out.

"Why would you want to? I know they're bad, considering how they drain the energy from worlds, but there's got to be a reason why you'd want to go after them. And honestly, they sound like they'd be a part of Juno's war."

"BECAUSE they're bad?" Matt replied with an incredulous tone. "I don't see why that's not a good reason."

"Well, you can't blame me for asking. It's not like I know much else," R.D. countered. "So, do you know anything about this war Juno is fighting?"

Morph blinked, looking at the pitchblack copy of himself. He laughed a bit. "Heh, I always wanted a twin brother." He waved his hand at the other. "Hello."

"Samira, dear. Why do you cry; I now one of darkness lack a heart. Though I do miss those emotions, they shant come back. Love, hate, sorrow, joy, fear, all gone. I only get the thrill when fighting, and when I lose, I do show anger, though I don't really...feel it? I am just so caught up in trying to think in what I may have learned." Naze sighed and hung his head slightly with his eyes half open. "Though I do miss those emotions, they are to never return, not under my will." He paused, ending his part on that topic. "Thank you, for your cooperation, though I gained nothing from it. I still want to find Awai as soon as possible, not to fight, no. Merely talk man to man, though I haven't much to say, there may be some questions. Well, might as well go now while I have time. Fare well." Naze was engulfed in the darkness again, seeming almost sad. The darkness reformed before the Dojo on witch Yun was, or he had hoped he was still there. Naze walked forward, his cain leading the way as usual. He stopped before the door and brought up a fist and knocked strongly on the door. He waited with a smile for an answer.