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Alone in the Darkness

Who: Roxas, Emizel, and whoever dares enter Twilight Town
What: Experimenting with nightmares. For Science.
Where: Twilight Town
When: Sometime after the dreams start
Warnings: Copious amount of nightmares, Roxas's Hayner-worthy idea, and potential yelling.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

At least, that's Roxas's rational. Emizel had been worried that if they defeated all the nightmares, he'd be in trouble, so what better way to test if there was a connection than if they could get a lot of nightmares.

The plan was simple. Get treats, and then get the nightmares to follow them to a location, see if Emizel felt more energetic, and then fight off the nightmares before it got out of hand.

Roxas supposed he underestimated how many nightmares they could summon with a few treats, but they could manage, right? It's not like there were any big ones or anything.

They'd be fine.

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Roxas caused this?

"You have a gift for understatement, sir," said the man who had been accused of much the same sort of staid analysis himself. Jeeves watched as the spirits looked to be finishing off the Necho Cats, which just left the Toximanders to deal with. "How long have the animals been massing as such?"

"A...while," Roxas tried. He couldn't really remember how long ago they'd started the experiment. And it was easy to lose track when you in the middle of a fight.

"But there's less than there was."

If the boy wasn't going to run, Jeeves couldn't very well do so, either. He didn't mind the appearance of cowardice in and of itself, but it would leave a poor impression with a potential new ally who was obviously battle capable.

"Very well, sir. What may I do to support you? I should like to see the creatures routed."

Roxas didn't really have the best opinion of most adults, given that many of the authority figures in his life were trying to control him or treating him like a pawn. It was a new experience, when support was being offered.

"Well, uh, do you have a weapon or something?"

Somehow, Roxas didn't think this guy was the type to be able to destroy things with his fists, cool as that would be.

A pawn that knew he was viewed as such was troublesome. Why make the mind restless like that? Not that Jeeves had any particular designs for the young man as of yet... apart from his clothing. That particular project extended to a majority of persons Jeeves had seen, though. The solution to those issues would be expensive if his acquisition of a second suit from the Moogles was anything to go by. It was best left as a long term goal.

"I burn with shame, sir. I have been remiss in that area. I did not anticipate traversing far enough into this area to require the use of one. I intend to see to the oversight as soon as possible. I am capable of acting as a distraction, as is my spirit, should that provide any use to you. Or if you have an additional weapon, I would be only too happy to 'watch your back,' as they say, if you would like to provide a more intensive assault."

Roxas nodded, trying his best to keep up to the other man's fancy words. It went a little over hid head, but he caught the jist of it.

"Uh...I don't really have any other weapons on me since the keyblades are kinda special, but if we can get to the sandlot, there's a few struggle bats there that you could probably use. They're kinda like swords."

Foam swords, but they could work. They hurt if someone got in a good slap.

"It's not far from here."

Jeeves nodded smartly. "I will follow your lead closely, sir." A bat sounded like it might be more useful for clubbing than as a sword, but he would withhold judgement until he had one in his hands. "You need only point the way."

He glanced over to see the spirits finishing off the Toximanders and motioned for his Komory Bat to come before they could draw the immediate attention of more nightmares.

"Right, and you can just call me Roxas," the boy replied, before heading towards the street that would take him to the sandlot. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too many nightmares along the way. Bouncer bounded out in front, ready to Meow Wounce any nightmares that showed up.

"As you wish. My name is Jeeves." It wasn't an imposition considering the boy was neither royalty nor gentleman of standing. The valet followed after, Descartes swooping ahead with Bouncer to clear the way for them. "I wish our meeting had been under more favorable circumstances, though battle is a most excellent opportunity to observe a certain strength of character." He offered Roxas about as genial a glance as he ever gave while they moved forward. The boy's magic did impress, even if his sense left something to be desired, and it would behoove Jeeves to form some kind of alliance with someone who was clearly battle-capable.

They made it to the lot without any incident, and Jeeves began looking for a wooden bat. "What form does the bat take?" he asked Roxas. "I am most accustomed to the varieties for cricket and American baseball."

"Yeah, uh, same here," Roxas replied with a nod. Normally he would have tried to be a bit more friendly, but he was in battle mode, and so his focus was elsewhere.

Once they made it to the lot, Roxas ran over to one of the benches, pulling out a box and rummaging through it. He had to think for a moment, not being familiar with cricket or baseball. If they were games, he'd have to ask about them later.

"It's kinda like a sword," he replied, pulling out one of the blue, foam bats. "This is it. It looks flimsy, but it can hurt if you hit hard enough. And most of the nightmares that showed up are pretty weak anyway."

Jeeves could appreciate brevity in battle, at least. What he appreciated less was being handed a bizarre sort of toy and told that it was a weapon. The valet took one of the bats, mouth a thin line. He felt absolutely ridiculous, but many improvised weaponry would be equally humiliating. At least he's been assured this will work. "I'm sure it's as you say," he replied, pushing down his annoyance.

He stepped back and took a few experimental swings and thrusts with the bat before nodding to himself. "I believe that, as Virgil surmised, I am now ad utrumque paratus. Shall we be off to route the creatures?"

Roxas blinked, perhaps a little more absently than intended as the words sailed over his head.

"Uh, yeah, let's go take them out," he replied, picking up his keyblades. Bouncer looked around, trying to pick up a scent, but he didn't have to look long. There were some already coming towards them.

Jeeves tipped his bowler hat to Roxas in salute. "Good luck." He allowed the Spirits to go in first to halt one of the Tama Sheep that had appeared. Descartes darting around it proved an effective distraction. Enough of one, anyway, for Jeeves to stalk forward quietly and lay on a blow to it with the struggle bat. The creature bleated in surprise, which was immensely satisfying.

The valet had no great love of cruelty to animals, but the nightmares were hardly that, and ridding the world of such loathsome creatures was a good thing. He wasn't a particularly athletic man, but Jeeves was a large one, and it took only a few blows for the Nightmare to fall, turning into munny on the ground. How that even happened was still a mystery. At least no one else in the communicator archives seemed to have figured it out, either.

Roxas would be no help in answering Jeeves's question, especially since enemies dropping munny and items was a norm for Roxas. They just did would be his answer.

He charged into the nightmares with reckless abandon, attacking and defending where he could and relying on his spirits to heal him and pick up the slack. A crowd of nightmares like this was nothing compared to some of the Heartless he's faced.

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Wanna wrap this up with a fade to black on fighting?

Sure.