Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
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Universe: Misfit-Verse
The Meeting of the Manipulators
"Who called this meeting?" General Red barked out in the Juggler's meeting hall.
"I did." General Silver stated. "We have a special speaker today."
"Who?" General Black demanded.
"That would be me." The Generals all focused in on the lone figure that stood in their audience. They all recognized the rarely seen human form of the Scion of Death and they were not happy. "Before you get panties in a twist Generals, know now that I could care less about your plans for the future, and I in fact have come here to warn you."
"Warn us of what? Does your kind finally intend to invade our world?" General Silver asked calmly.
Wraith then shifted to his true form and let out a cold laugh. "My kind are the dead, general, if perhaps you mean the Scions though; no the Scions have neither the need nor the want to invade your world. Save for Therten, who is not a threat to your world anymore."
"Then what is your purpose here?" General Blue asked.
"My reason for being here is two fold." Wraith approached the generals slightly. "Reason one; your world is now set to be the unfortunate chess board of another Scion's temper tantrum."
"What kind of tantrum?" General Black asked, his tone was less severe.
"The former Scion of Light and Twin brother of the Scion of Darkness has forced a switch in their alignment. He has done this out of anger towards the other Scions, he claims we have mistreated him and he thusly wants vengeance." Wraith explained. "Do not take this as a direct threat to your world though, he has no desire to harm the people here; however, his latest scheme of revenge may very well bring about a near apocalypse or worse."
"Is this Scion the one who removed and replaced Rome?" General Red asked, with anger laced in his voice.
"Indeed, The Scion of Dark, is normally Maven Galgoya of greatly different universe, however his brother Alteran has usurped that power." Wraith continued. "In time he will calm down and he will accept a punishment from your world, or his brother depending on what Maven wishes." Wraith watched the Generals. "He is not the threat you need to worry about…"
"The hell he is!" General Red snapped.
"We will take care of what problems arise from him." Wraith narrowed his eyes at the General. "Now mind who speaks before you mortal."
For the first time in a very long time the Jugglers felt an immediate threat from the usually lame in action ghost. They stayed quiet and let Wraith continue and for the most part attempted to listen to him.
"However, he has or is most likely about to release the seal of a very dangerous form of existence." Wraith stared long into the hearts of the men before him. He knew, just as their future enemies would know, they had no hope. "They are called the Heartless by many, beings made of pure darkness that seek out pure hearts and steal them, thusly turning the person whose heart was stolen into a Heartless."
A General laughed, "My grandchild plays that game, but that's a nice story to tell us."
"As mortals you have very little grasp on how the walls of reality reverberate and echo through out the many universes." Wraith ignored the man for the most part. "To your world the video game Kingdom Hearts, is a work of fiction as are the enemies contained there within. I tell you now that they are real and their threat in person greater than any medium could convey."
The generals were silent, and then they talked among themselves. Wraith expected as much, he knew the living who were in power were always fickle when it came to accepting help from what they perceived as an enemy.
"How soon would they be here?" General Silver asked.
"I cannot say, it could be a few months or maybe a year, but it will happen relatively soon." Wraith said darkly.
"And the heroes of the games, they're real too?" General Red asked.
"We would bring them here." Wraith assured the generals, "As well as others whose power is tied to goodness in their hearts."
"Great, Mickey Mouse fighting in New York." General Black said in a bitter tone.
"King Mickey would not be able to be here. His highness cannot exist in this world." Wraith explained. "He would dissolve into the air if he came here."
"I see." General Silver replied. "And the Scions, what would they be able to do?"
"Nothing." Wraith said, "Alteran is playing a dangerous game of chess and he's using the Heartless as his pawns and the Nobodies they make to be his knights and bishops. So we must play in accordance."
"In other word you'll need to have pawns as well." General Silver frowned.
"Pawns, no; we will however bring in many friends to help." Wraith said. "Most of whom, your intelligence has most likely already seen from earlier." The generals silently nodded. "And now to the second piece of business; your regime will fall in the next two years. Enjoy what time you have left to use this power."
"WHAT!" The Generals exclaimed in outrage.
"I merely observe the strands of fate you and your ilk have woven, and just as people die so do civilizations and regimes. There is no stopping this, it will happen. Now squirm for me." Wraith smiled with his eyes as he slowly vanished. "I'd advise using your power to prepare for the Heartless."
"Who does he think he is?" General Red shouted.
"He's the one in charge of death." General Black said. "My guess is he wants us to play into that hand of fate, he wants us to think we're not going to be in charge for much longer."
"I notice General Hawk was not here…" General Green finally spoke up.
"He's on a mission with the Misfits and the Planeteers to stop the Brotherhood from aligning with Looten Plunder and his maligned and idiotic 'eco villains'." General Silver rubbed his chin. "Gentlemen, I think we must first prepare for this 'Heartless' invasion."
"I think we need to rid ourselves of these Scions." General Black growled. "They're the threat."
"Personally, I believe we may have more to worry from Magneto's impending alliance." General Green said.
From there the meeting of the Jugglers descended into four hours of arguments. They never reached a decision.
