Travelling through a portal is no big deal really, it seems merely to be a convenient means of getting from one place to another. This realization leads Kai to turn his attention to other things, such as where is here? He follows Jet willingly, and yet the last words of Sage echo in his mind, "Kai, this will be the only time we meet as comrades. Once betrayed, I will never fully trust you. His heart churns with the knowledge he has lost this chance for friendship. But he has a new mission in his life; far exceeding the drudgery of needing friends.
Kai turns his thoughts back to their trip here, an almost instantanious movement, you step in and step out where you desire to go. Perhaps this is one of the things Jet will teach him as he progresses; he won't hesitate to inquire when he feels the time is right, portal travel could be very convenient! For now the Darkness within his heart is rising and falling like a tide matching the rhythm of his heartbeat. He is amped up from the encounter with the heartless beings Jet introduced back on Destiny Island. A slight twinge reminds him he has emotion connected to his homeland. He was meant to defend the Islands from danger, and he did that in the best way he could; Jet said the Islands could be saved if he followed--although that is not the reason he followed; if he allows himself to reveal the truth even to himself.
His slight smirk returns to his face, and he takes a moment to gaze around himself at this place he has been brought; Jet's realm. He grins, it would appear it is a computer simulation room, a sort of hologram generated program protocol. Nice! He notices there are a smattering of data type Heartless, Shadows, Soldiers, and he could swear he saw a Strafer flying in the distance. He takes careful inventory of the area, noting where each figure is situated and checking for any he might have missed. He is very aware of the presence of Remi; so close behind him when he had stepped out of the portal following Jet, now she remains nearby an ominous being apparently ready to make short work of him. Kai knows he isn't very strong; and his speed has never been one of his strengths, but he has heart in spades, courage to back it up, and a good head on his shoulders. He takes inventory of his weapons. Narwa Rilma hangs reassuringly at his hip, and he still carries eleven of the dozen blades in the body sling of scabbords. He vaguely wishes again for the Dark Armor left to him by ToraShiro; but he hadn't counted on such an adventure when he had left home tonight.
He might be at a disadvantage here, but he maintains a modicum of hope that Jet would not take the trouble to take him on as a student only to kill him in the first training session. So the smirk remains staid on his lips and shining in his eyes, which remain glass black and bloodthirsty. The shallow cut on his arm has already stopped bleeding and a thin trail of dark red blood, marred by the path of his tongue where he had licked the wound, is drying against his skin. His clothing is well suited to his fighting style, skintight faded black jeans and a threadbare linen shirt which cling to him and allowed for movement and flexability; his ratty old Converse were almost as good as being barefoot and he knew he could run and kick in them as needed. He glanced down and noticed one thing; his clothing wasn't the same. His jeans and Cons were still black, but his shirt was now black and purple instead of silvery-blue in keeping with the Anti-form of the realm. His jeans and shoes also had data style markings in them.
He looked at Jet and was disappointed to realize he hadn't changed perceptably. How was that possible; shouldn't he be affected by the rules of the realm as well? But then again it is his he could bend the rules; and Kai didn't know how much of him was data to begin with! He took time to find Remilia; she was affected by the realm, good to know. She was also peeved at him. Good. Her red outfit was pulsing with data bits and her black wings were digitized, it was actually rather pretty to look at! But he knew better than to be distracted; she was strong and mad...he could only hope he could use her anger to his advantage. Awwt! I was hoping you might get left behind; although as easily as you appeared on Destiny Island I am sure you could find your way here... pity though that you didn't get lost.
The smirk widened and touched his eyes and the Darkness spread across his heart calming him and allowing him to think with clarity and ease. He had effectively closed off emotion and was ready to begin the fight he had been brought here for. A glint against the depth of black in his eyes showed his eagerness to begin... he was feeling emotin after all, hubris and anticipation; boldly he winked at Remi. Come get me then if you're so eager. Kai felt no fear.
His form was bathed in the glow of ambient lighting here in the simulation room, it was a rather large area and set up for battle. There were forms where the heartless tried to hide, but he had already detected them and waited for them to enter the fray. Mostly it was a large open space where he could move and fight; he liked that. He tore his eyes from taunting Remi to check what Jet was doing. His mind reiterated that he had only been here for a space of seconds and yet had already taken in his surroundings, checked his emotions, and prepared for battle. Icy clam flowed through his veins as he looked at the one he would bow to for now. Perhaps he wouldn't attempt to kill him...perhaps--but he had already given himself to Darkness, his path was whatever would gain him power now. He knew the truth of this shone in his eyes, Damnable that he could always be counted on to reveal himself in them. That was a trick he needed to learn, Dark mask... yes a spell was already forming in his mind, a glimmer in teh recesses of consciousness. A tool to help him in battle, but now his dark gaze flicked from Jet to Remi waiting for the first minute movement to tell him who he would have to defend from first. His hand hovered over Crimson Lightening... he knew he could draw her in time, the throwing dagger was a firm weight in his left hand still grasped securely from the beginning of this confrontation. Kai was ready.
((Growr only 1165 words and that not counting my OOCness... oh well the stage is set--barring any changes you dictate oh Sensei of Mine! LMAO))