[u]Keyblade Graveyard Unknown time[/u] [i]Ting![/i] cried a keyblade as Jared ripped it out of the ground, he turned the blade about to examine it. It was long and slender, with a design close to a rapier. He snorted and tossed it onto a pile he was collecting in a wheelbarrow "All for power. All these souls, and all for what?" He went about, collecting blades and tossing them onto a rapidly growing pile After a few hours, he stood up, and wiped his hands off on his jeans "That should do it." A circular portal of the deepest black appeared, and he carted the pile of weapons through it, whistiling a tune. [u]Dojo Courtyard A1 2:11 PM[/u] The courtyard was abuzz with talk. Jared, a man not often seen in these parts, had shown up to the Dojo carting a pile of weapons. When asked, he had only replied with "Want one?" Jared was sitting on a chair he'd pulled up next to the pile, yawning and drinking coffee from a thermos ((open))