Kingdom Hearts : Heartfelt Adventure {Day 8 ; Invite Only}

[Sable Argent]

[Alan :: Angel Grove :: Streets]

Alan sighed deeply as he laid Kyle on the ground and walked over to where Kyla was standing. "Kyla . . . Or, Amy. Whoever you are. Sorry, I don't know if you have a composite mind." He almost laughed a bit at the absurdity of the situation, but he appeared more sad than amused. "It's okay. They'll be okay. You did your best." He looked awkward for a second, like he wasn't sure what to do. If she was a close friend, this would be were he would hug her, but they'd only known each-other for a day. It didn't seem appropriate. Instead, he just held her hand in his.

Alan's hands were shaking and he smelt of blood and fire. Still, his concern was obvious.

"It may not be impossible. All we've learned is that Ivan's set up sophisticated countermeasures. The direct approach obviously won't work . . . but no spell is perfect. We're all mages. We'll find a way." He gave his best reassuring smile. "Now, how about those restraints?"  

[LevDa]

[Dani :: Angel Grove :: Streets]
Dani eventually gasped as she saw Axel start to disappear. “No!” She shouted and the geyser that was hitting the shield disappeared instantly. She would not let Axel and the others get hurt like this. She then weaved her hands around and all of the water that had appeared in the shield came out of the shield and went straight into Dani’s hands. Afterwards she sent all of the water into the air and watched it fall like rain all around her.

Dani coughed in pain finally, all of the pain she had tried to bury within herself earlier, was starting to get to her. She limped over to Kyla and Alan who were talking about binding the 3 of them. “Although that didn’t work, it was still a nice try. Sadly one has already escaped...” Dani pointed to the spot where she last saw Terra. “I managed to hit Terra and she started screaming in pain. I hit her and this weird crown that was on her head tilted a little bit. She disappeared right after her attack made contact.” Dani sighed since she failed to keep Terra in one place

“ If you need to bind them, I have those geysers that should keep them in one spot,” Dani said to the both of them. “I am sorry, that is the best I can do, I am not sure how to turn my magic into a bind yet.” Dani then patted Kyla/Amy lightly on the back since she was not exactly tall enough to reach their shoulder. She then stood next to them looking at the shield that held all 3 of the possessed.  

[Pie Thrower]

[John.:Angel Grove:.City]

"Fine fine fine" John said hastily as he stopped the energy from the last attack.

John got within shouting distance of the groupo and yelled, "I can stun them... I know it's not a bind, but it's still close enough and it doesn't do damage at all..."

He readied an attack, hoping that he could help even in the slightest bit. He didn't, however, want to overkill as he needed to save his mana for later when he would really need it against Ivan and whoever else was on the planet.  

[phoenixianCrystallist]

{Bobbi, Demyx .:. Angel Grove .:. City}

Bobbi had gotten herself into a kneeling position when Terra's Ultima spell went off, but fortunately, between her bracing herself and Seymour's protective spell, she didn't take much more damage from it. When Kyla/Amy... Amy/Kyla...

Dammit, I'm calling them Kymy whether they like it or not!

When Kymy made her spectacular show with the lotus spell, and a few of the others aided with attacks meant to weaken resistance, Bobbi forced herself shakily to her feet. She wanted to clutch her injured arm with her uninjured hand, but sadly, all of the above and then some were injured, so she'd have to get a really freaking big third hand to clutch all of her myriad wounds.

Figuring she couldn't help with the healing since all of her magic save one was offensive, she cast her Frost Balm on herself, numbing her wounds and allowing it once again to melt naturally, and looked around to see who else was injured.

Woo, everyone is. Yay. I don't have enough magic for this...

She stumbled over towards the group, letting Taulmaril disappear again, and allowing her Dress Sphere to revert back to her usual armor. Actually, she practically speed-rushed the thing. She just didn't understand the appeal of spandex, really, and wanted to get the eff out of it.

She was caught somewhere between surprised and not surprised when it was discovered that the healing spells were actually killing the three former allies. By the time she got within normal talking distance with the group, they were talking about binding them.

"I wonder if I can put them in cryogenic stasis or something," she mused, and thought she had kept it purely mental.

Demyx watched the spectacle from his hiding place down the block. He just barely caught the edge of the Ultima spell, and managed to shield himself with a geyser. When the possessed trio were firmly caught, he deemed it safe to come out of hiding, and sauntered on over to the Earth kids.

"Wow, whatta show!" he said, having no idea what was going on. "Nice shield thingy and electro-squirty stuff. You guys are pretty cool!"  

[AldrickZearse]

[Joe: Caribbean Sea: Brig of the Dutchman]

The male finally stopped wiping his eye and face, head leaned back and breathing hard and raspy. God, it still hurt so bad, like his face and blood was on fire. Was this what it was like to be poisoned in the final fantasy games? He made a note to never let a character remained poisoned unless he had to from this point onward.

Dawn placed a hand on his leg, and he jumped slightly, looking towards her warily. Through only one eye, and blurrily. Wiping the tears from his eye, which is what they were, no used lying to himself about it, he placed his moving hand on her's and squeezed lightly. "Help me stand...please."

Whether she helped or not, Joe managed to get up, leaning back against the wall, dislocated shoulder preventing him from leaning flush against it. "Dear lord, but f*** my life..." he mumbled, before gritting his teeth and hitting his chest by the shoulder, forcing the shoulder to be shifted back into place with a small grunt of pain. Now he could use his left arm again, at least.

Using his non-injured eye, what with his injured eye looking like a chemical burn accident at this point, stared at Ajora. Oh, there was anger there, but it was so offset by pain that it looked more like tired exasperation than fury. What else did this Replica plan to do to them?  

[Kaegoe]

[Dawn : Caribbean Sea : Brig of the Dutchman]

Dawn only nodded silently at Joe's request. Though he managed to do most of the standing himself, much to Dawn's surprise and relief, she helped him in the task. She couldn't help, but cringe at the sight of him working to put his arm back into place. Dawn didn't budge from where she was at, she allowed him to keep his good arm over her shoulder as she helped to hold him up right.

After the task was complete, Dawn's eyes soon drifted in the direction Joe looked. She unconsciously wrapped her arm around Joe's waist and put her cheek against Joe's shoulder. Though she was trying her best to try and hide it, she was afraid of whatever else was to come.  

[Sousei Tatsu]

[Cory .:. Angel Grove .:. Foot of the Volcano]

~

The ronin could only smile as he approached the nearby tree, summoning the Revblade to his hand before he replied, "I'm getting someone's attention right the f*** now."

~

Cory cut the tree with the Revblade, spinning with the swing and coming back around with a punch. Darkness and Will burned from the ronin's hand as he struck the tree, sending it soaring upwards at the Moonbase as he shouted, "If you're not going to install a doorbell, I'm just gonna throw stuff at the front door until you answer!"  

[RhikoDemson]

[[Louis : Flying Dutchman : Brig]]

Louis stared at Ajora as everything unfolded. At first, his eyes held fear. Then rage. Then regret. And finally nothing at all. He moved his attention from Joe to Ajora, back and forth. All the while, until they were put down, he said and did nothing. When Ajora finally made his last comment, taking back his offer, he put his back to the wall and slid down. He looked away from Ajora and closed his eyes. If one looked closely, they could see the way his jaw clenched, his brow furrowed, and his fingernail dragged through the same path on the rotten wood floor over and over. He breathed slowly, listening, never speaking, only listening.  

[Psalm Grasshopper]

[Riku : Angel Grove : Outside the Church]

"We might have to let them go, Riku said. This was very probably not what the group wanted to hear. "We can't keep stunning them forever. I doubt we can keep them unconscious for long, either."

He walked closer to the trio. "That's powerful magic, Kyla," he said without looking at the Driver. He didn't say anything for a moment, then he turned to face her, "But whoever is controlling them is stronger yet. He's the one we need to find– the puppet master. The sooner we get to the bottom of this, the better."  

[Pie Thrower]

[John.:Angel Grove:.City]

Upon hearing Riku's words, John frowned slightly realizing the inevitability of the situation. He recalled Jefferson's words regarding slavery in saying, "Like holding a wolf by the ears... ya can't hold on... cuz it's a wolf and you can't let go else it'll bite ya... so let's just let go I suppose and run like hell I guess." John sent another stun spell through to the canons as splatter damage hoping to delay the inevitable.

"Or better yet" he mentioned loudly, "Stun the wolf, run like hell, grab your gun, and shoot the b*****d..."  

[fractalJester]

[ Ajora ; Kyle ; Sora ; Kuja : Caribbean Sea : Brig of the Dutchman ]

Ajora sneered as they began to recuperate from the physical and emotional blows he'd just dealt, continuing to playfully toss the compass up and down. Anthony's outburst amused him especially- this new fellow already labeled him a monster. Very interesting...

"You never actually planned to let us go- not immediately," Kyle grumbled, walking somewhat closer to the cage, his eyes locked on Ajora. The Radiant Dragoon had pieced a few things together, which was pretty easy, considering he and Ajora shared essentially identical minds. "Considering your love of theatrics-"

"-our love of theatrics-" Ajora corrected, though it was not without a smile slowly curving itself into existence.

"-And the fact that you placed James alone, directly across from us, you obviously plan to make us watch you do something to him," he stated, his voice explanatory, with an equal mixture of quiet anger and suspicious curiosity. "But you've nothing against James, and you don't play favorites-"

"-we don't play favorites-" Ajora corrected once again, now chuckling under his breath and locking eyes with Kyle, taking his gaze off the compass for the first time. It was obvious from his grin he was enjoying the exposition.

"So Kuro Oni's put you up to this- he's the only known Replica with a specific grudge against one of us," Kyle went on, now glancing around- Kuro was nowhere in sight, but he was inevitably close by- or so Kyle assured himself. "I suppose that's why you wanted to get the 'business' done first? Business before pleasure."

"Ever the objective ones, aren't we?" Ajora mused aloud, pocketing the compass before running his left hand through his parted hair. "But sorry, you don't get any credit- anyone could have figured that out, you just had the mind to speak in any language besides emotional melodrama.

"But what then? I doubt you plan to waste time with us, yet we're still alive, so you obviously want us alive-"

"Now now, do shut up- I'd hate it if you spoiled the surprise," Ajora said, laughing lightly before turning down the hallway and whistling. "Ooooooniiiiii, time to plaaaaaaay~!"  

[VoLt189]

[Anthony ~.~ Caribbean Sea ~.~ Brig of the Dutchman]

After a few deep breaths, Anthony's anger subsided and reason returned to him once he managed to calm himself down. However, he did not let go of the bars and his grip around them was just as tight. He leaned his head forward, resting it between the bars (his gaze on the floor), and listened to Kyle and Ajora talk back and forth.

"'...anyone could have figured that out,'" Anthony mocked Ajora mentally. "I only suggested everything Kyle said like 5 minutes ago!"

The warrior-knight turned around, leaned his back against the bars, and slid down to a sitting position, both knees up, serving as a resting place for his arms. The man's eyes widened as Ajora whistled, calling for Kuro Oni, the man who had dangled Noelle in the air by her throat. He was fearful of what will happen once James' Replica entered the scene...  

[Jeimuzu Kuro]

((wow long post, but I have been waiting for it for a very long time.))
{James, Kuro Oni, Alex : Caribbean Sea : Brig of the Dutchman}

{{Cue: Rivals}}

James listened intently to Kyle and Ajora's conversation, not that he really needed to, he knew exactly why he was in the cell alone. He did his best not to show Ajora just how afraid he was, though he doubted it really worked.

At the mention of his name, Kuro walked down the stairs and made his way into the brig, that triumphant smirk on his face as his attention turned to James.

"I finally have you right where I want you, enjoying your accomodations?" He inquired, his voice full of arrogance.

"You know I would rather be with my friends, what do you want?" The corsair replied, nothing but hatred in his reply.

Kuro chuckled, his eyes not leaving his original.

"Don't give me that tone, you should be thanking me. I figured I would give you some space for your special reunion." He replied, his voice not changing in anyway.

'Reunion...? What does he mean by that?' James thought, his eyes narrowing intently at his replica. 'No..'

"You b*****d! If you've done anything to Michelle I'll kill you." Any cool he had was lost as he cursed at the Nightmare Dreadnought, it would be evident by the fact that he actually swore, a habit of old that he still had a hard time breaking.

What started as a chuckle developed into a cackle in response to the corsair's words.

"I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'LL KILL YOU! That's all you ever say! That's all any of you ever say, and though you've tried you haven't succeeded." One might question if Kuro Oni had snapped. "For your information, no it isn't your precious wife. No it's someone who feels that you left him for dead... Get in here!" He yelled, his attention turning toward the stairwell.

The sound of boots hitting the rotten wood steps could be heard as a person about James' height, few would recognize him of course, his build was muscular yet not fit. His hair long and oily, brown hair that had been dyed black a few times, his beard long and scraggly. He wore a black tanktop and a tattered black short sleeve shirt that had a red tribal design on the sleeves, and a pair of black jeans as well. He remained silent until his "brother" looked up at him as he walked into the brig.

"It can't be... Alex, bro! I thought I lost you." The corsair smiled in relief glad to see his brother again as he made his way toward him and wrapped his arms around him.

His older brother simply sneered at him, he did not return the hug. Instead threw a fist right at James' sternum.

"No thanks to you... You ran away! Left me to die at the hands of the Heartless!"

James' back went into the wall of the cell as his brother punched him, causing him to hold his chest in pain.

'That punch hurt a lot more than usual... power that could have only been granted by darkness...

"I ran away? No..." He thought, trying to put some distance between himself and his brother.

"That's right, I found him alone in the darkness, wandering the abyss. I brought him back to this plane, but as you can see. He now hates you just as much as I do!" Kuro said with a cackle.

"Alex... No, I'm sorry. If I could have known where you were I would have looked for you..." James said, clearly feeling guilty, beliving Kuro Oni, even if it was an absolute lie.

"Sorry won't save me from the hell I endured... now you can share the same pain, as you fall into darkness..." Alex replied, grabbing one of the shackles and fastened it around his wrist.

"Alex... please you don't want to do this. Don't do it!" James pleaded with his brother as his right arm was drawn out to his side, bound to the wall behind him via a shackle and short chain.

He stopped though as he realized that it was pointless, his brother wasn't listening to him, a silent tear fell down his face as he realized his brother not only had been turned to darkness but the next time they met, if they met, they would have to fight... The corsair had nothing left to say as the other shackle was fastened around his wrist and his brother walked out of the cell.

"He's all yours." Kuro said with a cackle as he moved out of the way of the cell, but stayed close enough to watch.  

[phoenixianCrystallist]

{Bobbi, Demyx .:. Angel Grove .:. City}

"Aww, don't kill the wolf, I always wanted one for a pet," Bobbi mock-whined, pouting a little. She looked at where Axel, Yuffie, and the one-eyed woman she didn't know where still held, sorrow written plain on her face.

"I wish I knew what happened while I was gone. You wouldn't think I'd miss so much." The Archer hissed a little as a particularly deep gash on her bow-arm throbbed painfully, and she placed her other hand on the wound to Frost Balm it.

Demyx looked around at the kids, all of them battered and bruised. He wasn't much of a thinker, really, but it seemed kind of obvious to him that Riku was right. Someone was controlling Axel, Yuffie, and Beatrix, and whoever that was was Bad News and needed to be taken out.

"Didn't that chick with the major magic arsenal take off thattaway?" the Melodious Nocturne asked, pointing off towards the volcano. "I bet if we follow here, we'll find whoever's messing with our buddies here."

"I didn't even catch which way she went, I was too busy getting blown up," Bobbi admitted, looking in the direction Demyx was pointing. "Who's up for a hike?"  

[fractalJester]

[ Ajora ; Kyle ; Sora ; Kuja : Caribbean Sea : Brig of the Dutchman ]

As Kuro Oni brought in his brother-figure and began talking, Ajora turned to the side, glancing at the main group before rolling his eyes, making a 'talking' motion with his hand, obviously mocking the Nightmare Dreadnought. That, however, ended as he heard the shackles begin to clink around, rolling his shoulders back and stepping into the cell with James.

"Allll-rightee, let's get this show on the road," he said, cracking his knuckles as he neared the corsair with a playful grin. Craning his neck back to look at the others, he chuckled. "Keep your eyes peeled, boys and girls!"

In that moment, his eyes once more flashed a brilliantly-bright shade of violet before he turned to face James once again, bringing himself eye to eye with the gunner. He lifted his right hand up in between the two, palm upward, and charged his hand with a black-and-crimson energy, which seemed to focus around his fingers. Those looking could see Ultima's Command Seal glowing on his back, as though it had simply appeared there, in a similar crimson shade. When next he spoke, his voice was not his alone.

"Dreadful sorrows, morose calls, shattered souls in empty halls~"

Ajora touched his index finger to a point just above James heart, which caused intense, burning pain; it would have felt as though a burning needle had been injected, though it seemed to wrap itself around James' heart, like a snare. Kyle visibly tensed, eyes narrowing dangerously at Ajora.

"Symphonies of death surround, none but blood is e'er found~"

Ajora pressed another point, an inch or so to the side of the first point; an identical effect occurred. At this point, the Command Seal on his back began to mold itself, condensing and warping...

"Shut up! Just stop it!" Sora shouted, now clanging against bars of the prison, desperately trying to get Ajora's attention. It didn't seem to work, though.

"Deathly song, hollow tune, gracious pain, under the moon~"

Another injection, and the Command Seal had now taken the form of a blood-red sphere of energy, which in turn began to grow and expand. An aura of Darkness began to envelop the two of them, like a slow wind current spinning around and around...

"A requiem of genocide; souls released, horrified~"

The fourth point was pressed, and the crimson energy had taken the shape of bloody wings, which were growing and curving as if to embrace both Ajora and James. The currents of Darkness were growing stronger, likely felt by those in the other cells.

"Yelling cries of utmost fear, shedding every single tear~"

The last point was pressed on the opposite side of the others, and it was apparent (to James, anyway) that Ajora had pressed his chest in the places his whole hand would go. The crimson wings were now completely embracing the two of the, turning a darker red (if it were possible), with the black, swirling Darkness tainting it further.

"Humans' hearts are hard as stone until darkness makes its home~"

With that last cryptic line, all the energies surrounding them (both the crimson wings and the aura of Darkness) were sucked into Ajora's hand; simultaneously, Ajora plunged his four fingers and thumb into James' chest at the exact points, his hand slowly bypassing the flesh (via magic) and gripping the metaphysical heart within. The pain, by this point, was likely enough to make a weaker man pass out, though even if he'd wanted to, whatever Ajora was doing would refuse to let him. His hand tightened, twisted around, and essentially 'toyed' with James' heart.

"A deathly touch, from dust to dust, and so it's hope I rend~" Ajora finished, his voice and Ultima's still combined, a sneer present on his features as he slowly pulled his hand out of James' chest. "It's life I take, true bitter hate, the mem'ry dies with them~"

There was no scarring, no physical marks at all; all that could be seen was a blood-crimson Command Seal just slightly hovering away the location of his heart. Ajora turned, the violet gleam in his eyes slowly fading away as he bowed, obviously pleased with himself.

"Thank you, thank you, that was a nice amalgam of written works by yours truly~" Ajora declared, pulling him from his bow, only to motion toward Kyle with a genuine smile. The original Dragoon looked only barely angry, though he tended to keep anger far beneath the surface if he could help it. "We always did have a knack for poetry, didn't we?"

"What did you do to him?!" Sora shouted, still banging on the bars, though he seemed to go (temporarily) ignored.