Zachery
Ranoa glides to the sea of dead keys once more, landing in a clearing as to not damage the rusted swords, and to avoid damaging his new keyblade. It looks like a sick clocktower, so its obviously got to be kept in good condition.

Upon landing, he allows his armor to fade into sparks, and his keyblade whirring back into its usual shape. Following this, he sits on the ground, glancing at the ruins of what could be assumed to be an army. Hes not looking for any treasure this time, only looking at the view while trying to calm himself down.
Sandra
*Ranoa's emotions seemingly didn't calm too much, however he was able to think just a little clearer as he looked at all of the dead keys. All these unfortunate wielders.*
Thomas
Ranoa slowly rises to his feet, continuing to look at the ocean of dead keyblades. He can tell something went down here just from looking at the place. And, thanks to ikazuchi, he knows this is a world in which a war raged through. Along with some people called vani, and micah, forging some kind of powerful keyblade. A world that could be described as completely dead. No animals, vegetation, or life in general to be seen. The only living things here seem to be that strange girl, and himself.

A solemn frown decorates his face. Usually, he wouldnt have thought much of it. But the intensified emotions, coupled by the sight of so many lives lost, cant help but sadden him. 

He slowly steps forward, holding his hand to his side as he looks to his left, slowly walking among the dead keys, and ever so gently grazing them with his fingers. 

He speaks to himself, in almost a whisper, his tone questioning, with a tinge of sympathy.

"I Wonder what could have caused this.. Keyblade wielders are supposed to be warriors of light, right?" He continues walking forwards, a clear path laying before him. "I know theres exceptions, but.." He pulls his hand back slowly, summoning his own keyblade in the same hand to look at it. "What could have made them turn on eachother? Light? Darkness? Some material prize?"

He had never felt the need to worry so much about the ancient past, but there's a nagging feeling in his chest that there's something more. Attempting to Pilfer loot was wrong, for a historical sight like this.

Eventually, he reaches a clearing, turning his body to view every corner of the zone. Countless keyblades, all rusted and left useless.

He doesnt really have much to say now, opting to just continue glancing around.
Sandra
*As Ranoa searched around the area and pondered what could have possibly caused such a tragic war, he would hear a voice.*

"This way..."

*As well as feeling a pull toward a direction deeper into the fields of keys.*
Thomas
Once more, he's left with making another choice in the graveyard. Last time he followed an unknown source, he got ragdolled. But, curiousity killed the cat and whatnot.

He walks deeper into the field of keys, taking extra care to avoid bumping into any of them. Partially out of not wanting to damage them, and partially not wanting to get tetanis.

He does keep his own keyblade close in-hand, though, in case it turns out to be a bad idea.
Sandra
*Ranoa continued his trek with a sandstorm beginning to form around him. It seemed as he walked forward the sandstorm would increase in intensity and density. Soon enough he would be unable to make out directions, as his vision would be stopped by the walls of the storm.*

"Yes... Just a little more... Come closer.."

*Ranoa also felt the urge get stronger, with his negative emotions now increasing with it again.*
Thomas
He stops in place, feeling off. The negativity hadnt ceased since arriving to this world. Its difficult to stop moving torwards it, but briefly possible.

He raises his keyblade above his head, casting a spell of ``Aero`` around himself in the attempt to clear up his vision. Enough to see, at least. He has a theory of the strange girl being the source of the negativity, but its not concrete just yet. And he definitely cant beat her as he is.
Sandra
*Upon using Aero, the sand around him would expand outward until a large area would be revealed to him. A wall of sand would still be on the outskirts of where the aero ended, however it wouldn't move back in. In the middle of the area, Ranoa could see a silver key with a blue handle. Unlike the other dead keys, this one still had its light and shine. However, kneeling on the key...*
Lawrence
"You came back here again... You came back to feed me, didn't you..? Your emotions are so... Delicious. Give me more..."
Sandra
*A single [Shadow]( materializes between the two Keyblade wielders, halfway inside the ground. It jumps in place repeatedly, phasing through the floor slightly each time as it does so. Someone observant would notice that, with each jump, it lands half a millimeter higher.*

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Lv1 Glitchy Shadow
HP: 20
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Thomas
He points his keyblade at vani's remnant in a defensive posture, a clearly tense look on his face.

"Should i be flattered?" He takes a step forward, his eyes darting to the living key that the woman is kneeling on. "Im not exactly sure how *Emotions* Could be delicious, but-"

The shadow takes him by suprise, pretty much taking away all narrative suspense, the look on his face falling from slight fear, to sheer confusion.

"You uh," He points his keyblade at the embodiment of sm64 speedrunning, speaking. "That's not with you, is it?"
Lawrence
*Vani glared at the small glitchy shadow and then back at Ranoa.*

"...No. It is not with me. I have no idea what that is."
Thomas
He turns his attention from the seemingly harmless heartless, back to vani. The tension is pretty much gone now. He still feels the negativity, but its just magnified annoyance, as opposed to the prior fear and other myriad brought from his own emotions.

"Yeah... So anyway. You cant really feed off me if im dead, right? Whats the point of fighting again?"

He lowers his keyblade, before slinging it over his shoulder. "Unless, youre just bored from sitting in this ruined world all the time? Which... Would be fair. But still."

He takes another step closer. Leave it to ranoa to try and talk down a force of unbridled darkness and negativity. Hes taking occasional glances at the keyblade shes standing atop of.
Sandra
*The Heartless stops jumping in place and begins making a motion as though it's pushing against a wall. It does this for a few more moments, before rotating linearly to face away from Vani. A few seconds later...* 

***SWOOSH***

*The Glitchy Shadow flies directly at Vani's helmet!*

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Lv1 Glitchy Shadow
HP: 20
PU Jump (Vani): 325
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