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MC6: Experiments...Experiments and ExplanationsJune 9, 2008. Another frigid night met the buildings of the World that Never Was. A light rain fell to the concrete and asphalt, the only surfaces left open to the rain. Machelix stared out one of the windows to Memory's Skyscraper. His eyes were unfocused, not really resting on anything in particular. His true attention was on his own thoughts, on the recent events of those weeks ago. His mind hadn't settled around the idea of having another Heartless running around out to get him. He hadn't done anything since updating his files on what little information he could gather from Axel on this matter except stare out into the eternal rain of this world.Axel walked up to him from behind. "You know the rain isn't going to stop with you staring at it," he jokingly chided.Machelix only half-groaned half-grunted in reply.Axel turned around to compose what h
MC5: An Old FlameMay 20, 2008. Machelix was bathed in the light glow of his computer screen, checking over the recent stats for the Organization. The tournament was going well; Xiru had made it as well as a few of his other favorites to win. Some new members had been added to the lower ranks and some others who had been in longer had moved up to higher danger levels.This last bit was what unsettled Machelix. He was still only a C-rank, a mild threat according to the system; downright appalling in his opinion. He brought up the list of missions he had done. Only seven were on the list, and some of them were pretty easy to accomplish. He could do better. He brought up the list of missions Xhaonroi and the other superiors had put up onto the Organization's database.One of interest caught his eye. Apparently a legion of Heartless had grown audacious enough to assault their castle. Xhaonroi
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 4.1Chapter IV: Arabian AnticsWell, a good job Oogie did back there.As if you could have done any better, you fish-brained freak!Just shut up, you matchstick.The sorceress stepped between the two bickerers and hissed, Stop that, both of you. Oogie Boogie was the weakest one of us, so its no loss to us if hes charcoal. All that matters is finding out which one of us should deal with that boy next.The wizard stood up gently from his seat and leaned over the table, looking at my image on the screen as he twisted his goatee. I believe that I can deal with this street rat. My magic knows many spells that can defeat him and his little friends.Good, Jafar. I trust that you can handle things?Indeed, I can, Maleficent.The picture of me in the center of the table flashed and reappeared as a planetary chart. An arrow was s
One Wrong MoveThe young boy stood outside of the building holding naught but a slip of paper. He looked to the paper and looked to the door again. So this is it, Im finally here. A sign swinging in the light breeze next to the top of the doors read simply Wizard Calypso. Funny, he thought. The card reads Warlock Calypso.Still, he knocked once. Enter, was the stern, somewhat creepy, reply. The voice sounded acidic, but it may have only been a side effect of age. The boy nervously put his hand on the door handle and pulled it open.The light inside was as dim as the night sky outside, as a candle resting on the desk at the far side of the room was the only source of light. The figure seated at this table had his back turned to the boy, his whole frame hidden by either the cloak draped over his back or the high collar of his shirt. His head