Beach Party

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[Destiny Islands Beach]
{Remember, no fighting.}

Upon entering the area, your clothes change into something that you can swim in (unless you wanna be lame and hot with your normal clothes). The sky is blue and the sun hot. A volleyball net with a ball is located not far off from the shore. A single BlitzBall can be found as a gift to play with from one of the local children. A large amount of water toys (Super Soakers and floaties included) can be found throughout the beach, awaiting to be picked up and played with. Beach chairs with towels can be found for those wanting to work on that tan.

[xeon]

{OOC: Dunno why everyone is posting in the other thread...o.o Well; I suppose I'll just have to post here xD}


Hephaestus really wasn't the type for parties...unless they were the kind that he was ruining...however, this time was an exception. He'd really grown rather bored with tormenting people-as fun as it was-for the moment, and decided that a party might be a good place to pick up on some rumors. There was bound to be at least one person at the party that knew something interesting at least, and listening to hearsay at an inter-world party was the best place he could think of to eavesdrop. Even if nothing happened, just relaxing and taking a break from the constant slaughter was bound to do him some good.

After all, if he didn't polish his social skills every once in a while; he would have a whole lot more trouble with infiltrating society when he needed to.

As Hephaestus stepped over the threshold the world from the dark portal that he'd traveled through, he immediately noticed two things. First, was the fact that he'd suddenly lost most of his wardrobe, now only wearing a pair of black swim trunks. This left his heavily muscled chest exposed, and made the "tattoo" of the heartless' emblem on his arm even more visible than it usually was...not that he cared at all. The second thing he noticed, was that there wasn't actually anybody there; which was highly disappointing.

If he hadn't already killed the person who'd informed him of the party...he would have regretted letting him live.

Letting out a sigh, the heartless headed over to a tree and climbed to the top, leaning back and waiting for someone else to show up. He had realized that his wardrobe wouldn't have changed if there wasn't really a party, which simply meant that he was a bit early. That was something that he could deal with...

Leaning back in his jury-rigged seat, he began to daydream about the things he desired; power, infamy, and control. After all...what other things were there to live for?

[kempff]

A calm nice world was a place where fantasy belonged, and should stay. That is a nice way to put it. But should the dead come to unearth, things will never be the same.

Near where the tide hit the beach a hand shot out from the sand, then another and suddenly a bright light shot out and faded, leaving a tall grimy looking man turning his head to view the area. Dmitri held The Book Anasazi in his hands, and muttered to himself.

"What a lovely way to get in here....all the time going through earth and into water...." He muttered in such a crude intangible way it would hurt someone's ears.

Now if something was odd about this scene it was that despite him emerging from the sand, which was odd enough, he was not only devoid of any sand, but not in the least bit wet despite having come up near water. He was also wearing clothes greatly out of style with the surroundings, yet Dmitri was worlds away from these thought ever occuring to him.

He walked up the beach, his black cloak blowing in the wind, his hair swaying and falling due to the humidity he wasn't used to. His head shook and he walked along farther, he appeared to be confused and searching for something, but what exactly was not only un-clear but not even appereant if he was mentally himself at the moment. Dmitri twitched and sighed, then placed his tome into his cloak and turned to what appeared to be the only other individual there.

"Excuse me guv, are you aware of where this is? See I'm not sure I'm where I meant..." He asked in an odd manner, almost drunken.

[Renewed Gemini]

Mist blew in from every other direction of the Islands. It came together to form the shape of a body and then the shape rapidly turned into a living, breathing body. The long, black haired man with red eyes looked around the beach. He was dressed in his normal clothes because he wanted to be "lame and hot in [his] normal clothes." Gemini walked around the beach a little bit. His purple robe billowed in the wind. He was happy that it wasn't THAT hot. He looked around. First he looked out at the ocean. He watched the waves rise and crash as the tide went back and forth.

Then Gemini turned around to look at the trees. That's where he saw the two men. One in a tree in a swimsuit. The other in his regular clothes, talking to him. What was on the man in the tree's arm? It looked like a Heartless insignia! Gemini ran over there to see what was going on. Immediately, he looked at Dmitri and yelled "LOOK OUT! IT'S A HEARTLESS!" Judging by the looks of this one, he was strong. Gemini reached down for his sword to unsheath it, but it seemed clipped in there. He couldn't attack! It was this damn world...or maybe it was just the party. Either way, whoever was hosting seemed as if they didn't want fighting.

Gemini stopped and looked the man up and down. He didn't seem to want to do much harm. "Are you really a Heartless?" Gemini asked him suspiciously. He raised his eyebrow at him. He seemed pretty much harmless and maybe a little lazy, yet Gemini still got a weird feeling around him. A weird vibe that he just couldn't put his finger on.

[Heroic Bilby]

[ Y'know guys it wouldn't hurt to pretend there were already NPCs here... so it would be more of a party. XD ]

"Cowabunga!"

From out in the water came a the faint sound of a distant yell. If one squinted they might just be able to make out a figure on a blue surf board just coming around from the other side of the island. He was skimming through the center of a small wave as he made his way closer and closer to land. Out a fair distance from the beach was one Isaac Connolly, laughing and enjoying himself despite his soaking wet brown hair and a few bruises on his body that were hidden by the black and blue wet suit he had put on. They were marks indicating his learning curve in this new water activity, but right now they were the last thing on his mind.

At first the inter-world business merchant had been upset when he arrived. Thanks to his wide-reaching information gathering circles the party taking place here had been no secret to him, but he had hoped that the place would be a bit more.... industrial. The tiny village here on the islands didn't seem like a good place to open up a new branch of his chain of Gummi Ship markets. The secret pirate hoped his partner Thomas was finding the other party world more conductive to business, but the let down that was the world's economy hadn't lasted long. Not after some friendly locals had introduced him to water sports.

"They sure don't have fun in the water like this back home!" the young-at-heart adult said loudly over the roar of the waves. He'd already learned trying to hear himself think was a wasted effort. As a pirate of the Caribbean Sea Isaac had grown up around water, but he'd never really had plain fun with it before. Lack of business or not, this party was a blast. He was glad he;d let the Gummi Block engineer take the stuffy old castle. A dual-identity criminal like him would feel completely out of place there.

Speaking of out of place... Connolly earned a new bruise on his back after cresting the top of the wave and loosing his footing. The party-goer hit the drink and thanked fortune for the hundredth time that his leg was tied to his board. A few moments later and the man had reemerged, clutching his sporting gear and laughing heartily as he began to paddle back towards the beach.

'If I hadn't had to take off my glass lens for my civilian disguise I could probably stay on longer,' he mused, considering breaking out the Gummi pirate Captain Kristoph's most noticeable trait just for the sake of not having a a lack of depth perception. Still... wiping out was oddly fun.

[plot2]

"What a beautiful day!"

Truly, the words were never spoken in a truer manner. The sun was shining bright upon the sun-warmed sands, the waves were gently caressing the vast beach, and everyone was having such a great time. It was impossible to say the day wasn't beautiful, especially when everyone was getting along so well. There were people from all different areas of the universe, and each of them seemed to be getting along as if they had been best friends for years. The cool palm trees seemed to sway back and forth as if they were happy with the weather, and the various wild birds were chirruping with delight at the sun shining down upon their various colored, feathered breasts. It was impossible to not love the day for all it was worth.
"Oh boy, I wish I could take this weather back home with me! It would make everyone so happy!"

A couple of people could hear the voice, but they couldn't exactly tell where it was coming from. Looking all along the beach it seemed as if the owner of the strange voice would remain a mystery. Then, from deep within the vast mass of palm trees came a man. He seemed to be around his late teens...possibly twenty. There was a glass of what appeared to be champagne in his hand, and he had a smile on his face that was bigger than anyone else's. Wearing a very plain white bathing suit, the man didn't seem to be any different from the other beach goers. He had somewhat blond hair, but his eyes were the biggest surprise. They were an odd teal color, and they both seemed to radiate wisdom. Then, he stepped to the side...
"Excuse me, young man. Didn't mean to bump into your leg!"

...and King Mickey stepped out.

The somewhat small mouse who was probably one of the most powerful warriors in the entire universe took his first step onto the sandy beach and let the sights soak in for a moment. His large, round ears were swaying gently with the breeze, and his thin, thread-like tail reacted in response. His two semi-big feet felt the warm sand underneath his feet, wriggling his toes to truly get the beachy feel within them. Taking a breath in through his small, almost grape-like nose, he quickly let out the breath and opened his large, black eyes. He really couldn't believe there were still parties that were actually peaceful! It did his heart so much good to see everyone peacefully getting together. But, one thing he didn't like...

...he was thirsty!

Making his way over to the punch table, Mickey got himself a glass and quickly poured himself some of the tropical drink. Taking a large gulp of the liquid, he found himself in awe of how good it tasted. Sure, he expected as much when the finest caterers around were helping in the food process, but anything that tasted that good was sure to be some sort of magic! Placing one elbow on the table and drinking the rest of the drink as quickly as he possibly could, Mickey gave a very appreciative sigh when he was finished. It was the best punch he had had in so long! Geez, he had only been at the party for about five minutes, and already he could tell he was going to have a great time! Yep, no matter what happened...

...this was going to be a great day!

[xeon]

Hephaestus was just about to leave the deserted party when the second guest appeared. Well...guest may have not been the best word for him; after all, judging by his slurred question, he didn't even know where he was. the heartless considered ignoring the man; but that would have been impolite now wouldn't it?

"This, my friend, is the world known as Destiny Islands. I'm not sure whether or not you meant to come here, but a party is about to start, so you might as well stick around." said Hephaestus in his friendliest of voices, while putting on his most welcoming of smiles. After all, while this person didn't seem to be very intelligent, he very well could be; or at least know or have something interesting. These things were reason enough for the denizen of darkness to want to keep the strange man around. Now...if he could only get the man into a position in which he would be comfortable sharing information with him.

His thoughts were-at that moment-interrupted by someone screaming down the beach. Someone had-evidently-already taken alarm to his "tattoo". The surprise didn't come from the fact that someone had noticed-for he displayed it in plain sight-but rather from the fact that he was making such a commotion about it. Usually the people kept it to themselves and watched him carefully before deciding that his behavior was definitely not that of a heartless. This was the conclusion that everyone he had met thus far inevitably came to; which is ironic since he quite actually was a heartless-and not exactly a weak one. What could he say? Hephaestus was a very convincing actor.

What surprised him even more than that, however, was the fact that the boy straight up asked him if he was a heartless. He couldn't help but laugh at the situation, though to everyone else, it would seem as if he was simply laughing at the question that the young man had posed.

"It's the tattoo right?" the heartless asked, his voice amused, "Don't worry, I'm not a heartless; though that seems to be a common mistake. You see; since my eyes are naturally gold, a friend of mine thought it would be hilarious to tattoo this on my arm...and it seems to give me nothing but trouble; though it does make thing interesting from time to time." Hephaestus continued, his voice still amused as he weaved his lie. He then jumped out of the tree, purposely stumbling a bit to make himself seem human. He then straightened up, rubbing the back of his head in mock-embarrassment before extending his other hand to the newcomer. "The name's Abelard Hyzler...though my friends call me Abel."

At that moment, a strange voice came out of seemingly nowhere, accompanied by such an aura of good that it sent almost physical chills up his spine. That wasn't a good sign, especially since he awareness-as far as such things went-sucked. There was only one thing he could think of that could inspire such fear in a heartless as powerful as himself. Sure enough-as if confirming his suspicion-out from the brush, behind another person, emerged King Mickey, one of the strongest of the four keyblade wielders, matched was also accompanied by a barely suppressed, feral urge to attack him, and attempt to devour his heart.

Luckily, he was much more powerful and intelligent than most heartless, so he knew attacking him would be suicide. Hephaestus would simply have to keep up the facade, and hope that no one-especially the king-saw through it.

[kempff]

"Oi...guv?" Muttered Dmitri as suddenly a florray of new people appeared on scene. It all overwhelmed the still confused and dazed man, he twitched and then breathed out. Dmitri turned to the two new additions, one whom lept at the obvious heartless by him; Dmitri didn't even listen to the heartless speak, he knew it to be common fact that anyone with that symbol on their body was a heartless, it was even obvious by the very feeling it gave off!

"Well...alroight then....I'll have me look around, thanks guv." He said off to the heartless and walked away with his head in a different direction, one he'd been paying very close attention to. That was what he had felt when came to this world, and what he could not figure where it was! It had bothered him so.

The cries of the man coming ashore did not come to Dmitri, for he was intent on the being coming to them from the inner island, someone Dmitri knew he had to meet and that The Book Anasazi had told him of. One of the four keyblade bearers, one was coming now; for none other could give such a strong specific feeling.

"Well blime...look at that...," mumbled Dmitri in yet another crude and painful voice to hear. "it's the ole mouse emself."

His focus was so intense he nearly missed the individual next to the mouse King, who immedietaly drew his eyes as the King walked by him. "Whos that....huh?.....ah....I get ya." He muttered to himself, seemingly only to himself. Dmitri moved some, heading for the punch behind the King, no longer thinking of the King.

A moment later he got a cup himself, watching the King drink his. Looking at the drink he smirked, sneered, and very carefull turned around and pitched it aside. It smelled odd, looked odd, and most importantly his beloved and all purpose tome told him not to. Dmitri placed the cup and walked up behind the King.

"Well hallo guv, I mean....yer majesty, correct m'lord?" Dmitri asked with a bow. "A' Apologize, me manners aren't always the best.....see I meant to the other party, but look at what I done n' come to this un. But a pleasure meeten your majesty, in fact its been a life dream m'lord."

[Renewed Gemini]

Gemini glared at Abel. His thoughts told him not to trust him. In fact, he guessed that he was in fact a Heartless. But since it seemed this man just wanted to be left alone, Gemini nodded at his explanation. Gemini just smiled and nodded and held out his hand when Abel had introduced himself. "The name's Gemini," he said simply. Gemini looked at Abel up and down. He could become a powerful ally in the future if Gemini was ever in need of assistance.

No, why did Gemini always get these strange, thoughts? It always felt like he was ready to kill everyone in the room with a stroke of his blade. This drew Gemini's mind to the thought of who he really was? What had he done in the past? Was he some kind of warrior? Or maybe he was a murderer? Ever since he had first woke up in that dark room in Traverse Town...he just couldn't explain it.

And then Gemini's thoughts were broken by an extreme presence. The red-eyed man looked around. Then he spotted him: King Mickey Mouse. Maybe he could help! He could help Gemini figure out who he once was! Gemini looked at Abel and said, "It's a pleasure meeting you, Abel, I hope we get to talk in the future," Gemini walked calmly over to Mickey, but the other man had gotten to Mickey first.

Gemini rudely pushed Dmitri aside saying, "Move, there are more important matters at hand." Gemini sat down next to King Mickey. For a second, he sat there. Then he looked at the mouse and became very solemn. "Sir, I don't know who I am...I don't know my purpose. Everyone is supposed to have a purpose, correct? King Mickey, oh wise ruler of the Universe, I do wish for you to have an answer for me."

[xxx]

As Déjà stepped out of the tropical greenery of the archipelago, she felt a horrible prickle creep up the flesh of her neck. It didn't seem that there were too many people here who weren't feeling so...concealed. Feeling rather disgusted, Déjà decided to give in to her curiosity and dwell a little more. There were several powerful auras here. What if one of these people shared her powers, and could read the thoughts and emotions of others too?

Déjà noticed an invisible speck of dust on her dress and instantly brushed it off. She felt nervous around all these strange people, especially in her old-fashioned, ornate dress that slightly bounced as she gently stepped across the sand. She didn't exactly know what to do here; she was anonymously invited and she somehow felt compelled to come here. But another thing disturbed her: she was the only woman here. Perhaps she should have just left at that moment?

But there were so many deep thoughts here, and as the nineteen year-old looked around and struggled to hear the thoughts of the people, one thought at a time, a wave of curiosity had wrecked the caution which was previously affixed within her mind.... So, Déjà took hesitant steps, her uneasy feet carrying her further and further into the beach of deep thinking. She passed a man thinking viciously about a certain nearby 'King', and Déjà snapped her head to find a curious-looking mouse, but of a larger size and of Human characteristics.

In an instant her brain told her that her eyes were lying, but when the girl looked closer...was it really a mouse? Intrigued beyond measure, Déjà's eyes widened and a slight smile erupted across her face, but she did want to remain at least a little inconspicuous and polite. She moved closer to the mouse and was just about to start speaking when a man beat her to it, asking him questions that made Déjà's head spin (as it appeared that he was asking this mouse for advice). Eying the area around her suspiciously, Déjà wondered if everyone here was this strange.

[plot2]

Wow! I still can't get used to this weather!

That was all Mickey could really say as he continued drinking the delicious punch that was so conveniently located on the punch table. Oh, how much fun he knew this party was going to be, especially after having to deal with all of the hustle and bustle Disney Castle offered him every day. There, it was nothing but work combined with work and topped off with some more work. His ebony eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment at the horribly large mountain of paperwork he had just finished filing that same exact morning. Who knew there was so much work in naming a new Gummi Ship as the official ship of Disney Castle? All it truly took was a little paint job and a few days of getting used to a new name.

Not that complicated.

However, despite the exciting thrill of Gummi Ships, Mickey had to live in the present for the moment, especially with a few people approaching him. There were a couple of random people muttering their various greetings and signs of respect. However, there was one man in particular who really interested King Mickey. He seemed to be interested in taking a drink of the punch, and Mickey seemed to share the same interest. Turning back to the punch table, the King grabbed another glassful of the liquid, letting it quench his thirst before speaking with the man. However, when he looked back at the man, it seemed as if he was somewhat disgusted by the thought of punch. Listening to what he had to say, Mickey almost instantly found himself intrigued by the man.

He had the nerve to refer to him without complete respect!

...and Mickey absolutely loved that!
"Don't apologize for your manners! I'd be offended if you did! However, I appreciate your greeting! It's a pleasure to meet you Mister...?"

Before there was any hope of an answer to come from the man, he was almost instantly shoved out of the way by another person. Mickey somewhat shocked by the sudden appearance of the other man, but he only showed it in a slight widening of his eyes. Otherwise, he remained the exact same mouse he was a moment before. Listening to the man's predicament, Mickey smiled at his thirst for knowledge and placed his glass of punch on the table once more. It did his heart good to know there were people out there who didn't want to completely destroy the universe, but merely wished to learn more about themselves. Taking the man's hand in his own white-gloved semi-paw, Mickey looked straight into the man's eyes with his own ebony orbs.

"I'm afraid I won't have all the answers you'll be looking for.
Everyone does have a purpose, though what that purpose is, you have to decide for yourself. If you wish to know what it is, then let me give you my suggestion. After this party, go to a secluded area where you can just mull over your thoughts for a while. Look deep within your heart and mind, and think about the one thing you want more than anything else in the world. Once you know what you want, then make plans to get that one thing no matter what it takes. As long as your heart stays true to yourself and your heart, then you will fulfill your purpose beyond what you ever could've imagined! Of course, make the goal one for good, please! I can't have people running off and causing trouble!"

Clasping the man's hand one last time, Mickey gave him one of his trademark smiles that could fill a depressed man's heart with the warm feeling of cheer in an instant. The King absolutely loved the position he had, mainly because of people like this man. He could always offer them advice, and was giving them help in so many ways...he absolutely loved it. But, there were some things that Mickey didn't love about his job. One of those things was forgetting about others while he helped a select few. Looking a bit to the side of the man, he could see a young girl standing alone nearby. It almost seemed as if she wanted to talk to him...well, Mickey wasn't planning on denying her that!
"I'm so terribly sorry, but I've completely forgotten my manners! Please, come over here so I can talk to you a bit easier! Come on, we're all friends here!"

[xeon]

Hephaestus was pleasantly surprised by the reactions he received from the people he had been talking to. He could never be entirely sure that a lie would pay off…and due to his utter lack of awareness of his surroundings; as well as people’s state of mind…he could never tell whether or not they bought it. It seemed that, however, neither one of them saw through his lie…or if they did, it evidently didn’t bother them. The first to leave the area was the strange, confused man that had first arrived. He went over to talk to Mickey, and was shortly followed by the other boy who-with a few words of parting-moved off in that general direction as well. Were they going to inform the king that they’d found a heartless? Did they intend to draw him into a conflict with the keyblade wielder?

Mixed worry, and-at the same time-hope flooded his senses. He half-wanted the mouse to attack him so he could have a chance to devour his incredibly powerful heart…however his sense told him that that was most decidedly not how the fight would end. Suppressing his animalistic instincts once again, he nimbly climbed back up into the tree, deciding to watch the situation as it developed, and listen in on the conversation. The first man hardly got in more than an introduction before being shoved roughly out of the way by the other one. Hephaestus got a little laugh out of that one, and the fact that he immediately barraged the slightly wide-eyed, jolly king with questions. If he had still been human…he may have vomited at the kings rather optimistic response…luckily enough however, he wasn’t.

The heartless hadn’t even noticed the girl coming up the beach-being too wrapped up in the mouse’s conversations-until just before the king invited her over to talk. She seemed rather timid and afraid, in addition to curious, and looked at the other party-goers as some kind of freak-show. Of course, in viewing the situation through an unbiased perspective, Hephaestus realized that that Idea was fairly accurate, and couldn’t keep himself from erupting into laughter. After a few seconds, he calmed down, and decided to risk a venture over toward the king. Dropping out of the tree, he landed securely on his feet, but paused for a moment-once again to make himself seem human-before walking toward the king. Keeping his dark thoughts and emotions to a minimum, he neared the group before introducing himself as politely as possible.

“Hello King Mickey.” He started in mock-friendliness while nodding to the mouse “My name is Abelard Hyzler. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

[xxx]

When that man was done, and when the mouse responded, Déjà turned her full attention back to it. Apparently, he was this 'King'. Now, Déjà's heart was beating fast; she'd never seen such a thing, let alone heard others address it with a title of royalty. She could sense the welcoming and warmth radiating from within it, even without trying to feel its emotions. This was turning out to be the craziest party Déjà ever attended, especially as it was located on a beach where strange men lurked...

The girl could tell that this King was quite a celebrity to some of the men here. The clairvoyant peered at the others once more, with a fascinated expression on her face, although only to a small extent. The rest was hidden within her, causing her heart to beat rapidly. If she could use clairvoyance to find out about this mouse's life,her knowledge would extend beyond measure. And to think, it was actually possible for a mouse, like this, to be a king, respected by humans, and to have a human-like nature!

She bent down a little, as the mouse was short, of course, and tilted her head as she examined him, about to speak, although it had appeared that the king's mere existence rendered her speechless. But just then, she heard a laugh nearby and the rustling of leaves, and soon after a man appeared, greeting the mouse. Déjà stared at him, her face now emotionless and unfathomable, clutching her hands and peering her eyes for a few seconds while she attempted to view this suspicious man's feelings and thoughts. In a way, at times, he seemed inhuman, but perhaps that was just an effect of the abundance of sunlight which illuminated the beach and reflected off the shiny sand and ocean.

He spoke, now, but Déjà found it slightly difficult to use her telepathic powers here. Obviously, this man had practiced hiding his true thoughts and emotions before. Déjà then looked at the mouse and nodded, her eyes still a little wide. "And I am Déjà," announced she, smiling, unable to keep that hint of curiosity from her expression, "it certainly is a pleasure, your honor.

[kempff]

"....well...err....right guv." Dmitri mumbled like nails across a board. "Spose we'll have it later, yes m'lord? Right." He finished, not really speaking to the king.

For long enough had he put off meeting the man who had come with Mickey. He was the other half of the curiosity Dmitri felt, and something about him certainly didn't sit well. The Book Anasazi had nothing for him, and so he assumed it would be nothing to go over and see.

It suited even better that everyone had amassed to Mickey, now Dmitri could talk to someone alone whilst whatever the party or event was could be like that. He shuffled over and occasionally nearly tripped himself on the way to the blonde haired man, who for all he knew was a native who was curious.

"Oi guv!" He said out of breath, which was odd since the walk wasn't what one would think would tire someone out. "Guv....me names Dmitri." He said putting his hands on his knees, his black cloak brushing the sand and sweat dripping from his nose. "This here island, isit always this hot, eh?"

"Well neremind that, I couldn help but notice you and ole king pear; I spose you won't be surprised....I think I know who you just might be. But that's queer isn't it? And ina odd way yes?...not a man with mate way....no no! Dun let me get you wrong....or did I mean theother way?" Went on Dmitri, musing to himself or perhaps with some invisible being only "he could see".

"My apologies guv, what's your name, eh?"

[Renewed Gemini]

Gemini nodded as the king had told him what to do. It all seemed to make sense. He couldn't believe that he used to think of this man...er...mouse as a phony in the past. Mickey really could help with the problems of the universe. Gemini gave one last nod as Mickey had closed his speech. Gemini stood once he had let go of his hand and spoke a few words. "Thank you, your highness," he said. Then suddenly, there was a voice in his head.

YOU ARE WEAK! DO YOU CALL YOURSELF A GOD!?

A god? Gemini had never thought of himself as a god, but maybe it was just his imagination. In fact, he ignored the voice, thinking that he HAD to imagine it...until he heard it again. This time it was angrier, louder! Gemini had to look around to make sure no one else heard it, but everyone else was going by their own conversations, leaving Gemini going deaf in this creture's relentless, redundant yelling. Then something new came.

SERVE YOUR PURPOSE! STRIKE HIM DOWN! HE ISN'T WORTHY! SERVE THE SUMMER!

Gemini walked away casually. He rubbed the back of his head as the constant yelling had given him a headache. The one voice became many. It was like an army of evil screaming out into his head. Remember the killing! Remember the evil! Remember MARCUS! Gemini's eyes widened. Marcus! The man in orange and white. Marcus of Fall, it all made sense for the briefest moment. And then it was gone. Replaced once again by the loud laughter of party goers. Gemini stood there, swaying a little, he was on the edge of the beach. How he ended up there, he wasn't sure. He blacked out and was suddenly there. Gemini looked around. A majority of the people were over by Mickey. Gemini just fell to the ground, sitting indian style.