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Who: Laguna, Open
What: Prepering for diplomatic meeting
Where: Presidental palace, Esthar.
When: Mid-day
Rating: none so far

Laguna was excited. He was running around frantic as the tailors desperately tried to fit the Estharian presidential uniform while the greying man was remembering new things that needed to be done, and apparently best done himself. One of the sew maidens was nearly crying out of frustration of the endless energy of the man who was apparently supposed to be both an Adult, and a President.
A Diplomatic relation. 18 years ago this would never had happened. Esthar had always been secretive, keeping their advanced technology for themselves, ignoring the affairs of lesser countries.



Ofcourse, ever since Laguna was put on the top, those rules had changed. There was at least some sort of trade going on, but still they where isolated by the rest. This was the first time a ruler from one of the other countries was going to speak for the joint best of the two countries. Disney palace and Eshtar. The King Mickey himself. Not that Laguna knew allot about him thought, news sorta always eluded him completely, and he could not stand still long enought to be told much. Most of his time he spent running away from his bodyguards, and reading. Exciting things never happened nowadays, so the 42 years old President was ecstatic. Luckily he held his age very good. Except for the soft wrinkle by his eyes, and the greying hair, he was as handsome as ever.

He had ordered the best chefs to make a feast of dimensions, decorating the blue and greenish dining hall into a glowing room of wonder. After all, this was Esthar. The city of technology and wonder. Everything seemed like it was made of blue or green glass, everything breathtakingly clean and beautiful, the Eshtarian flag hanging high, moving softly in the wind.


Everything had to be perfect, and Laguna would make sure it did.


Even if it meant the sew-maid screaming in anger as he stepped on the hem of the uniform, and a tearing sound came.

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Laguna finished off the last piece of pudding with a low groan, standing up. "Ill tell him that, Majesty" he smiled, moving to lead the way. They walked down the many hallways of the palace, before coming before a big door. he took his hand over the censor, and the door slid open, revealing a big, but cosy and warm office. The walls where covered with books and old things. Laguna was sentimental when it came to writing with a pen.

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A fitting place for a writer to die, really. Mickey followed Laguna into the office once the door was open, and chuckled, waiting for it to slide closed behind them. The sleeping bodyguard, once they were gone, had been quickly consumed by the perpetual darkness that was a Heartless. There hadn't even been a scream.

Mickey's hand hovered near his hip, ready to summon his Keyblade and finish this job off, though the wound Sora had opened in his side twinged slightly. He'd have to avoid Keyblade wounds in the future.. they alone had left lasting damage.. "Now then.." the door had closed and locked behind them, giving him a pretty easy target and no repercussions..

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The aging President turned towards Mickey, smiling wide still, but the smile faded a bit seeing the odd expression on Mickeys face. A feeling struck him, an odd feeling that something was terribly wrong in his home. "Is.. something the matter, Majesty..?" he asked cautiously.

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"Mmh? Wrong?" Mickey smirked openly, his facade dropping away to reveal what he really looked like; a blue-skinned, yellow-eyed, twisted version of himself. "Oh no, this is all going quite well." his hand shimmered, his rusted Kingdom Key coming into being, which he pointed at Laguna, "Oh, don't worry, Mister President. We are going to have our accord, don't worry about that."

Mickey wasn't entirely ruthless, though, and he gave Laguna a chance to do something, despite how easy it would be to tear the man's Heart out and turn him into a Heartless, solidifying his hold on the world.

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Laguna's green eyes grew wide as the others façade dropped. He bolted over to his desk, flipping the drawer open, pulling out an energy weapon, holding it towards Mickey. "I thought we where getting along!" he gritted his teeth as he pressed the alarm button.

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The alarm sounded, and Mickey grinned, his other hand suddenly filled with an eerily screaming white Keyblade. "Oh, we're getting along just fine President Loire, though I must say, you're being decidedly unfriendly now!" he leaped towards the desk, one weapon pointed at Laguna's chest, the other waiting to deflect any blasts of energy coming his way.

Oh yes, a Heartless with a keen mind, no remorse, and a sense of self-preservation and planning? Mickey could already see great uses for Laguna in his bid to swallow Gaia in darkness.

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"Unfriendly is a point of view I think!" He rolled away to get away from the Mouse wit the keyblade, firing a few shots towards him. He backed over to the door, only to find it locked, a nagging feeling of panic knocking his belly, making him pale. But he was a soldier. A former SeeD. He raised his gun, firing over and over at the King.

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Mickey responded to the shot by knocking one away with his Keyblade, taking several to his body, with little or no effect really, and continued to block, advancing on the President. He'd abruptly had enough of the weapon, and flung a small ball of unholy energy at it, hoping to destroy the little weapon before it became a nuisance.

"Now.. let's find out what kind of friends we can be." he lunged, driving the point of his weapon towards Laguna's chest, twisting it as he went, to unlock the man's Heart, if he got close enough.

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Laguna had not held a gun or fought anything buy play fights for the last six years. His head reacted, but his body to slow as the weapon incinerated in his hands. He looked up only in time to see the blade hit him. His mouth came open with a pained gasp, knees giving under. A million thought flashed into his head, what he did right, and the things he did wrong. The people he had wronged. His sons face flashed a second in front of his eyes.
"S-Squall..." he breathed, hands coming out to clutch the blade in his chest.

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Mickey chuckled darkly, giving the Keyblade a final twist before pulling it free with no visable wounds, the man's Heart floating free of his body, a crystalline object resembling a Valentine's Day present. Mickey absorbed it into a receptical he had prepared, and stepped back, keeping his Nobody Key silent and out, while dismissing the Kingdom Key. Sure, there were other ways to make a Heartless, but this one was absolute, at least it would be unless Laguna's Heart was rescued.

"Now, I wonder what kind of Heartless you'll turn out to be.."

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Laguna gave a tremble, before going on all four, dark brown hair hanging over to cover his face. Shadows seemed to seep out from below him, creeping up his body, covering him completely for a minute. Laguna arched suddenly up, the whole of him black as his mouth opened in a scream of pain, and the shadows moved into his mouth and eyes, the greyness colouring his skin, before turning it pale, sickly white. His hair turned pitch black, and his eyes shining green orbs trapped in a otherwise grey eye. The shadow traveled throught the whole of him, his clothing even turning black and grey, claws forming unto his hands. After a few minute the usually happy and kind man was turned into a creature of darkness.

Slowly he got to his feet, eyes opening, slits of glowing green focusing on Mickey. The transformation was complete. Pale, with black markings on his cheeks and neck, crawling down into his clothing, and unto the back of his palms. There was no good, no kind, no happy behind those eyes. Only the eyes of a Heartless being.

"Majesty..:" The voice was still Laguna, but much deeper, mullen. Not happy and light.