The leader was thinking of ending the meeting, however, one of the members spoke.
Cloaked Person 4: I agree with the Leader. Xanderius is replaceable, but the third force is a bigger threat. We need to keep an eye on them.
Cloaked Person 1: But how do we know this third force isn't already in our organization? How do we identify them?
Leader: That's a good point. We need to be vigilant and observe everyone closely. We can't afford to have someone with a god complex messing with reality. Our goals are more important than any individual's desire for power.
Cloaked Person 2: What about the Keyblade wielder, Blizzard? They could be a valuable asset to our organization.
Leader: Yes, that's true. We need to keep an eye on them as well. They could be a valuable ally, but we must also be cautious. We don't know their true intentions or loyalties.
Cloaked Person 7: What if the third force is already working with Blizzard? We could be walking into a trap.
Leader: Then we must be prepared for that possibility. We'll need to gather more information and assess the situation carefully. We can't afford to make any mistakes.
Cloaked Person 11: What about the other Keyblade wielders? Are there others out there we should be watching?
Leader: Impossible, the 49 Keyblade Wielders are still in deep coma, as far as our intel told us, the only Humans capable of wielding keyblade is The Lunatic, and Blizzard, who recently awoke from his coma, according to Xanderius who spied on him.
Cloaked Person 9: What about the heartless? They seem to be increasing in number and strength.
Leader: Also, part of our plan remember, the more Heartless slain by Keyblade Wielders, the better, the closer we will get to Kingdom Hearts.
The Leader of the 13 cloaked persons in black then looks around the room, making sure everyone understands the situation.
Leader: We have a lot of work to do, but we're up for the challenge. Let's stay focused and work together to achieve our goals.
The leader continues.
Leader: However, if Blizzard manages to awaken one of the other unconscious keyblade wielders, it could also work to our advantage. Perhaps one of them will be willing to join our cause and aid us in our mission to achieve our goals.
Cloaked person 6 then speaks up.
Cloaked Person 6: But how do we know if we can trust them? They could very well turn against us.
The leader nods.
Leader: That is a possibility, but it is a risk we must be willing to take. We need all the power we can gather to stand against the third force.
Cloaked person 2 adds, But what if Blizzard decides to stand against us? What if he becomes a threat to our plans?
The leader looks around the room, Like i said, we will deal with him accordingly. But for now, let us focus on our main objective. We must continue to gather power and resources to prepare for the coming conflict. And if a keyblade wielder should awaken, we will approach them with caution and see if they are willing to join our cause.
The cloaked persons nod in agreement, and the leader stands up from his throne. Dismissed. Let us continue our preparations.
As every cloaked person teleports in a dark portal of darkness, leaving the Leader alone in the Meeting Room, he drops to the floor out of his throne, and stare at the nearby mirror of the room
The leader takes off his cloak and looks at himself in a nearby mirror. He then begins to speak to himself, is it revealed to be Dorval, the Sentient Nobody and Leader of Organization 14th.
Dorval: Ah, the thrill of playing both sides of the coin. Fooling even my own Organization for all these years. But now, the time will soon come for me to reveal my true intentions.
He pauses for a moment and looks at his reflection in the mirror, a small smirk forming on his lips.
Dorval: Blizzard and his Keyblade may be a threat to our plans, but if I can manipulate one of the other 49 sleeping Keyblade wielders to join our cause, it may give us the advantage we need. And when the time is right, Xalvador and Vaxal will rise again to take their rightful place as rulers of the new world, all according to plan.
He lets out a chuckle and walks towards the door.
Dorval: But for now, I must remain patient and continue to play my part. The game is not over yet.
With that, he exits the meeting room, leaving his thoughts behind him.
As the camera pan to Blizzard and John in the City, they see the entrance to the laboratory facility nearby.
As Blizzard, John, and Blizzard Dream Eater approach the heavily guarded laboratory facility, they notice armed men standing guard at the entrance. Blizzard signals for John to follow his lead and they approach the guards.
Blizzard: Excuse me, gentlemen. We're here to see the scientists and retrieve an important artifact.
Guard 1: Sorry, no one gets in without clearance from the top.
Blizzard: We're in a bit of a hurry. Maybe you could make an exception?
Guard 2: I don't think you understand. We have strict orders to protect this facility at all costs.
John steps forward and places his hand on Blizzard's shoulder.
John: Wait, let me try something.
John focuses his energy and summons a small ball of purplish thunder in his hand.
John: You see this? I can do a lot more where that came from. Now, let us through.
The guards exchange a nervous look before quickly stepping aside and allowing the trio to enter the facility, beside, these guards are not paid enough for this shit, first the city under attack by the creatures of darkness, and then a guy that can summon lightning out of his hands, this was too much for them to handle.
As Blizzard and his Dream Eater and John make their way through the laboratory, they hear the sounds of Heartless in the distance.
Blizzard: We're getting close. Be ready for anything.
John: Got it.
Blizzard Dream Eater: Don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way.
They continue forward, prepared to face whatever dangers lay ahead.
One of the guards that recently exited the facility saw Blizzard, and stepped forward and asked.
Guard 3: Excuse me, young man, but may I see that Keyblade you're carrying?
Blizzard hesitated for a moment but then handed over the Keyblade. The guard examined it carefully, his eyes widening in surprise.
Guard 3: I never thought I'd see a real Keyblade in my lifetime (He said in awe.) Where did you get this?
Blizzard briefly explained how he had awakened from a 118-year sleep and found himself in possession of the Keyblade.
The guard nodded thoughtfully.
Guard 3: I see. Well, you're lucky to have it. With the Heartless running rampant around here, we could certainly use someone with your skills.
Blizzard nodded in agreement, and John added
John:We're here to help however we can. Do you have any information on the whereabouts of the unconscious Keyblade wielder?
The guard's expression turned grim.
Guard 3: Yes, we do. But I have to warn you, it's not going to be easy to get to him. The Heartless have taken over the entire lab, and they're not letting anyone in.
Blizzard clenched his Keyblade tightly.
Blizzard:We'll do whatever it takes to get to him. Lead the way.
Blizzard and John searched through the laboratory until they found a file room. After scanning through several shelves of dusty documents, Blizzard finally found what he was looking for: a log detailing the scientists' research on the unconscious Keyblade wielder.
Excitedly, he flipped through the pages until he reached the relevant entry. As he read, his expression grew increasingly solemn.
Blizzard:According to this (He said slowly.) they've been trying for over a century to wake her up but to no avail. They've tried all sorts of experimental treatments, but nothing seems to be working.
John looked over his shoulder at the file.
John: So what do we do now?
Blizzard rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Blizzard: We'll have to figure out a way to wake her up. It's possible that her Keyblade might be the key to stopping the darkness from spreading.
John: But how do we wake her up? We can't just shake her or yell at her.
Blizzard thought for a moment.
Blizzard: We'll have to consult with the scientists here. Perhaps they have an idea of how to do it.
With that, they left the file room and headed to the nearest laboratory to find the scientists.
After extensive research and experimentation, it has been determined that the connection between a Keyblade wielder and their weapon is not solely physical, but also deeply tied to the wielder's heart. The heart serves as a conduit, allowing the wielder to summon their Keyblade at will and wield it in battle.
It has also been observed that in cases where a Keyblade wielder has passed away, their Keyblade will often remain with them, summoned and at the ready even in death. This phenomenon suggests that the heart of a Keyblade wielder maintains a connection to their weapon even after death and that the Keyblade can serve as a sort of protection against darkness in the surrounding area.
In the case of the unconcious Keyblade wielder currently being studied, it has been observed that her Keyblade remains summoned and active in her right hand, likely due to the strength of her heart and her unyielding will to protect herself even in a state of deep coma. This further supports the idea that the connection between a Keyblade wielder and their weapon is deeply rooted in the heart and can persist even in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles.
Blizzard showed the document to John, pointing out the interesting findings about the unconsciously sleeping keyblade wielder whose right hand remained clutching her keyblade at all times, which seemed to repel nearby heartless and nobodies.
John nodded as he read the document.
John:This is really fascinating. It seems that the heart of a keyblade wielder can have a physical effect on the surrounding environment, especially when it comes to repelling darkness.
Blizzard nodded in agreement.
Blizzard:Yes, it's incredible to think about the power that lies within our hearts. And with this information, we might be able to find a way to wake up the other unconsciously sleeping keyblade wielders and possibly know more what happened 120 years ago
John smiled, Exactly. Let's keep looking through these documents and see if there's anything else that could be useful to us.
Blizzard, John, and Blizzard's Dream Eater continued their exploration of the facility, venturing deeper into its labyrinthine corridors. The air grew colder, and the hum of machinery echoed through the sterile halls. They came across numerous rooms filled with advanced equipment and monitors displaying unfamiliar symbols and data.
As they pressed on, their footsteps echoing in the empty facility, they finally reached a massive door adorned with intricate patterns. It seemed to radiate a faint, ethereal glow. Intrigued, Blizzard approached the door, his hand instinctively reaching for the handle. With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing a room bathed in soft, blue light.
Inside the room, a series of stasis pods lined the walls, each containing a figure in suspended animation. Blizzard's gaze fell upon one particular pod. It held a young woman, her features serene and peaceful in her slumber. Her hand clutched a Keyblade, symbolizing her status as a wielder.
Blizzard: approaches the stasis pod This must be her.
John: cautiously looks around Yeah, it looks like it.
Blizzard: point his Keyblade at the pod Okay, here goes nothing. Focus his energy and tries to use the ability of awakening on the wielder.
Suddenly, a powerful shockwave erupted from the pod, throwing Blizzard backward against the wall.
Blizzard groaned in pain, his body aching from the impact. He realized that he was too weak to perform the awakening ritual. Regaining his composure, he stood up and dusted himself off, his determination unwavering.
John: rushes to Blizzard's side.
John: Are you okay, man?
Blizzard: get up, rubbing his head.
Blizzard: Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm not strong enough to awaken her.
The Dream Eater jumps on Blizzard's shoulder.
Dream Eater: Don't worry, Blizzard. You'll get there eventually.
Blizzard looks at the stasis pod with determination.
Blizzard: It seems like we're out of luck. Yeah... there are no Keyblade Masters around, it's been 118 years, without a single one if i'm not mistaken, we need to figure out another way to wake her up.
John: What do we do now?
Blizzard: I don't know. Maybe we should try to find someone who knows more about Keyblades and their power.
Blizzard Dream Eater: nod in agreement.
Blizzard: as far as I know. I was the only Keyblade wielder who found the way to the Dream World and befriended my Dream Eater, 119 years ago. The others never did this, so they never had the opportunity to wake up. Their minds are still damaged, and even if my Dream Eater were to enter the dream of another Keyblade wielder, it wouldn't work. There would be no connection between them.
John: So what can we do now?
Blizzard: I don't know. Maybe there's something else in this facility that can help us. We have to keep looking.
Blizzard Dream Eater: Blizzard, don't worry too much. You're still young and inexperienced. It's only a matter of time before you become stronger and more skilled.
Blizzard: But how much time? We can't just wait around and hope that I'll magically become a Keyblade Master.
Blizzard Dream Eater: I understand your frustration, but rushing into things won't help either. We need to continue our training and honing your skills.
John: I agree. We can't let our impatience get the best of us. We need to be patient and persistent in our efforts to wake up the other Keyblade Wielders.
Blizzard: You're right. I'll keep training and improving my skills. I won't give up until I've woken up all of the Keyblade Wielders and saved the world from darkness.
Blizzard: Guys, I just had a thought. Remember that cloaked lunatic we fought 2 days ago? He had two Keyblades and was obviously more experienced than me. it's not that i'm desperate, what if i went to find him and ask for his help. But would that work?
John: I don't know, Blizzard. That guy was pretty dangerous. I'm not sure we can trust him.
Dream Eater: I agree with John. That guy seemed to be working for the darkness. We should be careful.
Blizzard: I know, I know. But we don't have any other options right now. And I can't just leave her like this. We have to try something.
Dream Eater: I think we should at least consider it. Maybe we could reason with him and convince him to help us.
John: Alright, let's do it. But we have to be careful. We don't know what kind of trap he might be setting up for us.
Blizzard: Agreed. Let's go find him later.
Blizzard approaches the nearest scientist in the facility and asked.
Blizzard: Excuse me, do you know about the special weapon that was being worked on here to fight off the heartless? I heard that the Heartless was after it for some reason?
The scientist looks at Blizzard suspiciously before responding,
Scientist 2:I'm sorry, I cannot disclose any information about our research or any weapons we may be working on. It's classified.
Blizzard nods, understanding the situation.
Blizzard: I see. But can you tell me where the weapon is being kept? It's important that I know.
The scientist shakes his head.
Scientist 2:I cannot help you with that. Our facility has strict security measures in place, and only authorized personnel are allowed in certain areas, sorry, but this is the rules, don't want to lose my job.
Blizzard sighs, realizing that he may have hit a dead end.
Blizzard:Okay, I understand. Thank you anyway. He turns to John and his Dream Eater, Looks like we'll have to find another way.
Suddenly, John smirked and decided to put his Charisma to the test.