John
*A bell rings from above, drawing Ranoa's attention. It comes from a large tower above the cathedral he just exited.*

*The bell rings again, as Ranoa notices a small stream of darkness leaking out of a window, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of Light. His Heartless instincts draw him towards it, curious and hungry.*
Hazel
The young man- Heartless? Whatever he is, almost *Salivates* At the scent of light. It suprises him, causing a look of disgust to hit his face almost immediately as he wipes himself off with his sleeve.

Though, there shouldnt be any harm in looking. He can control himself. He did basically swear to never hurt an innocent, after all.

So, he uses the "Metallic" Claws in his repitoire to latch himself onto the wall leading to the window, climbing up until hes able to peek inside.
John
*Ranoa sees a dark cloud obscuring the inside of the room, safe for a single cloaked silhouette ringing a bell. Inside the dark cloud, he senses a powerful, yet strangely familiar, light.*

*Despite the window being large enough for him to squeeze through and investigate, his Heartless instincts scream at him to leave. He needs to flee. Whatever light lies before him is most certainly accompanied by danger of the highest magnitude.*

*Dread fills his Heart.*
Valerie
Information: The foe ahead is a much higher level than Ranoa.
Hazel
His face sharpens a bit, glaring into the window in his best attempt to make out the figure.

But nope, its just a haze. And not to mention the unbearable light filling the interior behind the dark smoke.

He thinks to himself as he slowly, and quietly, descends the building. 
``"Yeah.. Not going in there. Im here for heartless, not someone who could melt me with light."``

Once close enough to the ground to avoid any damage, he lets go of the wall hes clamping onto, landing onto the ground.

"If its someone i know, then they probably wont like this new form of mine anyways." He mutters to himself, having been nearly killed by people he'd have happily fought alongside a few months back, before his predicament of becoming a heartless. Not to mention being humbled by that strange gray girl not too long ago.

Instead, he opts into exploring the city itself, roaming in the hopes of finding some less intelligent heartless to exterminate.
John
*Even after hours of searching, Ranoa finds nothing of note. This world is peaceful. The only Heartless he can find is himself.*
Hazel
He should feel relieved at this fact. Nobody is losing their lives to his so called brethren. And yet, he cant help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction. Boredom, even.

He kicks a rock on the ground, resting his hands on his hips as he looks down in thought.

"No heartless, thats.. Good. Yeah. Thats good. I cant mess with the weirdo in the tower, else ill probably get my heart sent into who-knows-where.."

He thinks of going back to the original plan of finding the keyhole, summoning ``Clockwork Passage`` and holding it up to the sky, as if letting it guide itself.

"Anything? Any magical keyblade wisdom..? Any wayward keyholes i need to seal? Any heartless hiding from that weirdo, *Other than myself*?" He cringes at himself. "Man... I might be going crazy. Talking to my keyblade."

Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

He throws his keyblade onto the ground in frustration, a loud clanking noise folowed by shouting out loud. "Damn it! Theres nothing i can do here!" An angry look lines his face, "Oooh! Learn from your mistakes, ranoa! Dont rush into fights, ranoa!" He kicks yet another rock. "At least I'd have gone out with some dignity instead of twiddling my thumbs for hours!"

He allows the keyblade to desummon into a group of orange sparks, opening a dark corridor in the ground and jumping through to leave this world.

Its safe to say he will probably not back down from any more mysterious opponents who arent explicitly heros.