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Darkness becomes apparent when it is left unacknowledged. The act of ignoring it only makes it more powerful.

The awakening of a rather minuscule animal king was imminent. Prince, nay, King Oswald of Disney court had awoken from a rather unexpected slumber. He didn't intend on taking any naps whilst on his travels around various worlds, but alas, he had awoke in the rather familiar setting of Traverse Town. His cold, solid black eyes blinking open and signifying that he was about ready to begin moving once more, his upper body being brought up and his gloved hand brought up and unto his forehead. Slicking back his long, soft ears and rubbing his temple with the palm of said hand. The frown that oft stained the male's mouth parted and his white teeth being bore as he give an annoyed groan. His head had been pounding for a moment. He could only hope that it would leave him in a short span. Hopping onto his feet, the Lucky Rabbit slid his hand off of his head and brought it by his side. His fingers brushing against the entrance of his silver pocket. The zippers that adorned him jingling and clashing lightly against the metal that they were tasked with closing.

Oswald's attention had been brought up to the sky. The beautiful starry skies that Traverse Town seemed to be locked under were still there and just as beautiful as before. However, unlike before, Oswald was not in the First District of Traverse Town as he normally found himself. Rather, he was in the plaza, hidden behind the main attractions of Traverse. This was unknown to him, as all he knew was that he was before a towering, large fountain that seemed to glimmer with an illustrious gleam. Something of such beauty that could warm many a heart. It certainly outclassed the fountain n the Third District, the one that had two dogs painted and boasted a yellow, golden color. The long forgotten King had continued inspecting his location. A fountain, and a massive wall that was painted with a variety of shades and paints. Art done by the locals, most likely, Oswald had thought to himself. He was impressed, as foolish as it may have seemed, as someone must have clearly put their hardest of efforts into such a project. Appetite to excel was something that many lacked these days around.

"This ain't familiar at all..wonder just what part of Traverse Town I'm in, exactly.." Oswald wondered to himself quietly.

"Hm..how'd I get here anyway? Last I recall, I was in..Hollow Bastion. The Radiant Garden, doing..finding knowledge. Yeah, that's it. But, I don't remember traveling back to Traverse Town and taking a snooze cruise; Let alone flat out goin' to sleep right in the middle of some big plaza. Somethin' is up..or, maybe I'm just forgettin' that I came here on my own. If that's the case, then I got nothin' to worry about. But if it ain't, then I ought' find some answers. Some how." Oswald continued, not vocal as his last piece of speech was. The Rabbit refused to speak aloud lest he needed to and being as he was on his lonesome, he believed talking to himself audibly would make others assume he had a problem. Thus, speaking to himself in his head was the path he went down, as many others did when they had a certain idea or thought process. All the while that the King had been thinking, his hand had been raised up to his chin, rubbing inquisitively.

"I need an answer," Oswald said in a powerful and demanding tone. This statement followed up by his action of walking toward where he thought the answers lie: Ahead. Whomever he'd encounter, he'd speak to and attempt to obtain some form of knowledge.

aegis of the torrent

The people here seemed to come and go, but Traverse Town as a scene never really changed. The same stars peered down every day from the same perpetual night, and even the Heartless  never seemed to diminish no matter how many times they've been slain. After six months of trying to come in terms with this funny place, Mikleo still found himself as clueless as the day as he'd arrived...unfortunately, that same problem extended to just about everyone else around here.

Unnoticably, it was pretty early by Traverse Town standards. Mikleo was tasked with picking up a delivery from the mail center (why Merlin never teleported there himself to get it was beyond the Seraph). That meant two counts of transversing through three districts and their included dangers. While he himself didn't mind the stroll or the fresh air after confined study days, and felt generally safe within his own power, there was still something unsettling about the silence that spanned the entire city blocks.

This night, however, someone else managed to be sharing the silence - someone who sounded awfully demanding.

The Seraph turned to find a black creature lurking nearby. The fact that it wore clothes and seemed generally chatty pitted any possibilities of Mikleo frying another Heartless, so that was looking up.

From what the Seraph learned since coming here, many people seemed to exhibit high levels of malevolence - or darkness, as they called it - in their hearts, but not all of them were necessarily evil, like they would have been in his home world. As a result, the darkness-sensitive Seraph had since learned to put aside a stranger's alignment in favor of appraising them as a person first.

"Are you alright?" asked the Seraph, observing the stranger with a hint of amusement. "You sound lost and more than a little confused."

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The minuscule animal of Disney Castle turned his head, raising a brow. Tilting his head to the side some, and bringing the upper right of his lip. This white haired male seemed to laugh at his confusion and capitalized on it with a snarky comment. Snarky to Oswald, as he didn't take kindly to those who spoke to him and not those whom he spoke to first. It was a principles thing and he couldn't help but prefer things his way over all other. Perhaps, he was simply spoiled by the life of royalty he didn't have and deluded himself into believing that he was on grounds and permitted to do so. Shrugging his shoulders, Prince Oswald closed his eyes for a moment and blew some air from his lips, pursing them for a mere second or two. Configuring what to say in reply to the Seraph. His words being chose carefully and aiming not to create a conflict. Keeping one eye closed, and opening the other. Bringing his comically large hands up by his chest and saying,

"Just a little. I don't know what part of Traverse Town I'm in. Mind giving me a hand?"