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[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Some people may remember the spike of wrongness in the darkness from a few days ago. A transient thing, that seemed to vanish in an eyeblink, leaving behind nothing but a veritable swarm of Heartless marked in the oddest of ways - Heartless than all but ran rampant throughout any place they could reach.

Today, that odd unsettling feeling is back in the darkness. Only this time, it's not fading away. It's staying, like a disconcerting almost-headache. Something is well and truly wrong and the Dressing Room is starting to show the signs of it now. Not only are the marked Heartless more common then ever and not inclined to stop for anyone or anything but patches of what could almost be called blight have begun to appear throughout the most populated areas. It's most visible in the Grid and its companion-self, where the blight appears as cracked patches through which the code of the place can almost be seen. Elsewhere, it's spots that seem to be dead, any plants there blighted and stone cracked. Whatever's been moving through isn't kind, it seems.

And then there are the swarms of Heartless. Still here, still mad with pain, and still hunting, hunting for anything they can find. Perhaps even you, if you aren't careful.]

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[oblivions-edge.livejournal.com]

[That dark presence again... it's almost making Felicius sick. He's heading through the streets, following the sensation, following the patterns of rot on the ground.

This is why he does what he does, he thinks. This is why he'll never understand how people can call darkness a good thing.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[The blighted patches seem to be most common in the inhabited areas, or areas where Heartless tend to congregate naturally. This particular patch seems to lead to the general direction of Radiant Garden.

Better yet - by his standards no doubt - there does seem to be a progenitor to these. As they trails fades, he'll find himself face to face with an Invisible, yellow streaks crazing down its body. Its eyes glow the same sickly yellow and the edges of its horns and sword glow very much like an active disc.]

[oblivions-edge.livejournal.com]

[Ugly thing. Then again, by his standards, even Shadows are. Going to start simple, here - where simple means good old fashioned key time.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[The Invisible seem to almost laugh at the Keyblade although there isn't any noise accompanying it. It's about the only warning he;ll get before he's treated to a small barrage of projectiles coming his way.]

[oblivions-edge.livejournal.com]

[Oh, no. You don't mock the key, punk. He scowls, and throws up a barrier of light to deflect them and give himself a chance to think...]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[The projectiles scatter every which way as they hit the barrier, but the Invisible don't seem to be bothered by the fact in the least. Instead, it throws its sword into the ground... and vanishes, or seems to anyway. Better think fast, Felicius.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Aw, look at this happy little family scene. Layla and Kurt, taking a stroll through the park.

Until the feeling comes: and Layla shows just how much her mother's daughter she is, being overwhelmed by these awful sensations not her own. Her father holds onto her to try and reassure her, then shouts out-]

Who did this? Show yourself!

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[The question is met by a blast of wrongness, sharp and sudden and nearby as a wave of blight seems to blast out of the nearby shadows. It's matched by what's either a grating sort of static or a laugh, and one that they can probably only hear by virtue of shared blood, so to speak.

They don't need to wait long to see what's the source either, since it's already tearing itself out of the shadows as the land withers under the touch of the blight. It's a Heartless, true enough, but wrong. Broken and remade and twisted; all it knows is pain and - oddly enough for a Heartless of it's type - the sentience to know when to retreat. Mind, the sentience is matched by the natural cruelty of a Heartless, which only makes things more dangerous.

Meet the cause of all the mayhem, you two.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Layla whimpers and curls in on herself - it's hurting just to be near the poor thing, as she sees it... Kurt helps her sit down, and steps forward, looking the other up and down.]

Looks like you've been having fun.

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Again there's that nasty static of possible-laughter and for some odd reason it seems like it would be grinning, had it the mouth to do so. It's been doing what's right. What it's been told to do, and after a moment a 'voice' speaks out of the darkness - although it's quite likely that this too is something that is noticeable because everyone here is Heartless in some sense or another.]

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

The darkness?

[He folds his arms. Can't fault the other for doing something he technically should be doing more of himself, but something doesn't quite fit right, given what he's seeing... and hearing.]

Or something else? What am I seeing?

And finishing off the spam trilogy.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[This isn't a good spot to be in. Xeha'd hoped he'd seen the last of these guys! But he's in a tight corner, even with Guardian out by his side... ugh. How is he supposed to cope?]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[It's a very good question, that. Sadly, he's very much mistaken if he expects the pair of Darkballs facing him to answer. They're more interested in his person, and how much pain they can inflict.]

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[Gr. Okay, first things; he needs to get somewhere he's got space to move. Guardian covering, he dives into a roll to get out from underneath.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[As soon as he moves, the Darkballs judder and twitch, as they're wont to, bouncing closer to the Guardian, and him by extention.]

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[Agh! He shoots off a couple of Fire spells to try and force them back.]

[frisbeeoflight.livejournal.com]

[Well, that doesn't look good. Lea's looking those patches and wondering what's going on when his Keyblade suddenly appears. He grabs it immediately and looks around in slight panic.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[A decent reaction, really, since there are Heartless on an approach vector. These ones are Sorcerers. Three of them, backed up by a lone Green Requiem.]

[frisbeeoflight.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you?

[You know, maybe he shouldn't even question all this weirdness anymore. He takes a defensive stance, ready to whack them if they approach him]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Well, they aren't going to answer that. Or not verbally anyway, although one of the Sorcerers does raise its staff and call down a bolt of lightning where Lea is standing.]

[frisbeeoflight.livejournal.com]

[he dogdes and then runs to try and hit that staff with his Key.]

Open thread down here for anyone who wants to help!

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desiree's been following all the corruption she's been finding, trying to pinpoint its source.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Slowly but surely, the trail of corruption will lead her back to Radiant Garden. From there, however, things get a lot less clear.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Well damn. Desi lets out a soft hiss of frustration once she reaches Radiant Garden and looks around. This was so confusing, so she just wanders along, skirting around the corruption on the ground as she keeps an eye out for what could have caused it.]

[darknesscorrupt.livejournal.com]

[There's not a whole lot visible, although every now and then she might catch the flicker of a Heartless passing by out of the corner of her eye.]