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Who:  Larsa and Anyone.
What:  Attacking Rabanstre.  Maybe something else
Where:  Rabanastre?
When: Around sunset.
Why:  Couldn't do so at the ball.

[Just an FYI.  if never got posted, but Larsa lost his heart, stolen by Vayne when he wasa heartless. ]

He was moving slowly, looking at the streets he used to fondly wander, glancing at a few people who eyed him with a little smile.  Perhaps they would die.  Maybe he could kill them first....If they kept staring.  With a shake of his head he moved to stand by the palace,  smiling at a few ot the guards as they let him by without much fuss...No one truly knew the boy was currently a leader of the Heartless, and that they were crawling in everyone's shadows.

The young male chuckles softly, motioning with a twitch of his fingers for the creatures to rise and attack.   It wasn't soon before panic and all hell broke loose, the smaller male running as much of the other's hand, slowly pulling his rapier from it's place and attacking what he could, though not seriously.  He would bide his time, and be ushered inside by the guards, perhaps.  After all, most people of any worth or fighting talent would probably end up coming to protect their queen.