A search in a maze remembered

[heartswillbeone]

Who: Ienzo and Perry, although more can enter
What: The third memory in the next chain...where does it lead?
Where: Memory chains
Warnings: Possible violence against Heartless and Nobodies


Those entering the memory would come in to a place that might be familiar, but also might not. In this case, it's the halls beneath the old castle at Radiant Garden. Although it's not currently in its worst state, after the darkness completely overran it, it looks like it's still in a state of slow repair. This must be around when the Restoration Committee was working on trying to restore it to closer to how Radiant Garden used to be.

Ahead, the two can see a young woman walking away from them. She has long black hair, short black shorts, and gloves. She appears to be searching for something, or someone...

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[heartswillbeone]

Another round of magic was enough to finish off the Armored Heartless, and they vanished into darkness and sparkling hearts. The Soldiers struggled to get back to their feet after the blast of wind, but weren't completely down yet. The Dusk took the kick to the head and slithered back down to the floor, wobbling on its stick-thin legs. It didn't seem to be completely ready for defeat yet, though.

In following the trail of the other Heartless, the woman had finally spotted them. She kept her fists up, still a bit cautious since they were strangers, but it was obvious enough to her that they weren't enemies.

Hey! You need any help?

[noblankpages]

"We were about to ask you the same," says Ienzo, still feeling a little bit odd about talking to a memory (especially one that was likely from when he was either Zexion or dead), but managing to shake it off. He moves, one part to approach her and one part to get a clearer shot at the Dusk without risking hitting Perry. Once properly positioned, he sweeps the lot into the wall with another gust of wind.

[ttlynotanagent]

Perry backs off when he notices Ienzo taking aim. Might as well not be a hindrance here. Magic seems to be better than fists most of the time anyway.

If that takes care of it, then he hopes that will answer the woman's question. He looks up at her, now that she's facing them, but he still doesn't recognize her which means she isn't from the Tristate Area OR Disney Town.

[heartswillbeone]

The move from Ienzo manages to finish off the Dusk, and slams the remaining Soldiers into the wall, completely knocking them out.

The woman flashes a quick grin. Huh, nice one. Guess that's one problem down.

Only not quite. From behind the woman arises another Heartless: a flying Crimson Jazz. The Heartless begins to swell up like a balloon, heating the air around it, and gaining the woman's attention. She groans in frustration.

You all seriously haven't had enough yet?!

[noblankpages]

Ienzo starts to ask a question, but the Heartless is rude enough to interrupt him before he gets a single word out. Of course it's hard to have manners when you're only questionably capable of higher thought, but that doesn't stop him from being very annoyed about it. Scowling, he raises his hands and begins to summon up another hailstorm.

[ttlynotanagent]

Perry rolls his eyes. He's learned by now that Heartless tend to attack in waves and apparently theirs wasn't over yet. He takes a breath and leaps at the Heartless, hoping to smack it out of the air with his tail after Ienzo strikes it with his magic. He pays careful attention to the fire though...no sense getting burned.

[heartswillbeone]

Both Ienzo's spell and Perry's tail slap attack hit home on the Heartless, but this just seems to get it steamed up more. Its head deflates, releasing a couple of floating heat bombs. The burning spheres of magic are just waiting to explode in the face of anyone getting too close to them. While hurt a bit, the Crimson Jazz starts to swell up again.

The dark-haired woman is obviously not impressed with this Heartless. Stubborn bomb-throwing jerk...

[noblankpages]

Oh, Ienzo's fully aware of the Heartless's tendency to attack in packs and formations, but that doesn't mean he can't be annoyed about it when they don't even let him get a word in edgewise. Lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line, he summons up another gale to push the bombs back at the offending beast. Fire won't do much to it, but better they explode on it than them.

"As I was saying," he half-shouts over the roar of wind. "Were you looking for something in particular? I may be able to help." What with having spent his entire childhood roaming these halls, but it's probably for the best that he doesn't bring that up just now.

[ttlynotanagent]

Perry jumps back to avoid the bombs. He wishes he had a bat or something to smack them away. Although on second thought, that would probably not be helpful at all. Perry dodges around the bombs as best he can, making his way towards teh Crimson Jazz for another attack.

[heartswillbeone]

One of the bombs is knocked back at the Crimson Jazz, interrupting its next spell and sending it staggering. One of the bombs floats in the direction of Perry and Ienzo, although Perry's dodge of it is successful. The other bomb drifts towards the woman, who sidesteps it and uses the opportunity to uppercut the Heartless, sending it spinning but not dead quite yet.

Fighting doesn't seem to interrupt her train of thought much. Yeah! I'm looking for a guy with spiky hair! You seen anyone like that about?

[noblankpages]

"That's remarkably nonspecific," scoffs Ienzo before he can catch himself. He immediately looks very apologetic. "Apologies. But there are a number of people who fit that description-"

And here he stops abruptly to sidestep the bomb he hadn't managed to redirect.

"-And I'm not sure I can say anything helpful with only that to go on." Certainly he hasn't seen anyone but her and Perry in this memory, but he can't think of anything to do here other than at least attempt to be useful.

[ttlynotanagent]

Perry snorts at the question. Ienzo's response is about what he would have said too. How many kids were running around here with hair like that anyway? Did the rest of the universe have an obsession or something?

Color. What he was wearing. His height. Would all be helpful. Perry finally adds.

[heartswillbeone]

The Crimson Jazz attempts to recover, and unleash one last volley before it gets killed off. Its head begins to swell again as it builds up heat for another volley of bombs. The woman prepares to give another good solid kick once it floats back her way.

Hmmph. Guess so. So I haven't seen him in awhile, so I dunno what he's wearing. But it's probably a whole lot of black. Blond hair, 'bout as tall as me. And... She stops to pull her face down into a bored frown. Probably looking like this.