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Sayrike::Tortuga: razz ort-->Challenger

Sayrike began to protest as Jacob lifted Louis and began to carry him onboard. "It's...Jacob, isn't it? You know, the reason why I put him on my mirror in the first place was so we didn't have to carry him up. It's like a floating stretcher, you see?" She ran and caught up with Jacob, stopping in front of him with her mirror hovering by her side. "Really, it's a lot easier." If Jacob would relent and place Louis on the mirror, he could, and she'd bring Louis onto the Challenger; but if he stubbornly refused, Sayrike would just privately sigh and continue onto the ship to help release the sails.

[So...this is my last post before I leave. Just GM me around the ship and whatnot. I'll be back in probably a week and a half or two weeks. Have fun!]

[Tortuga ~ The Challenger]

"Why don't we take him below deck?" Noelle offered, motioning to Jacob towards the decending stairway. "I can get him fixed up."

By this time Jack's impatience and irritation were apparent. His needs were not being attended to. The sooner they got to Tia Dalma's, the sooner he could take back his ship.

"You." He shouted, pointing to Kyle, James, and Joe. "Take care of the anchor. The rest of you, unfurl those sails."

After issuing his harsh commands, the pirate slinked his way over to Dawn and gave her a sly smile. "And eh, how about putting some wind in my sails, darling?"

[Angel Grove ~ Lugae's Lab]

Elleon stood with her arms crossed, eyeing Azrael as he followed from a portal behind her. She had a few questions to ask him about his . . . plaything. She opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by Dr. Lugae. She rolled her eyes and looked over, scrunching her nose.

"Sounds boring, but I suppose I have little choice." She sighed, glancing between Lugae and her nails, "There's not much else to do. You're all quite dull around here."

[John.:Angel Grove:.Command Center]

John looked at the foreign sight in the orb and sighed on the inside as he knew the other earthlings would have recognized the base. Feeling lost among the others, John simply nodded and took in everything he could.

He could offer to the group what little he knew about tactics from his obsession with military magazines during his high school years. His understanding could be vaguely applied when need be, so he would do his best.

"If I could offer a suggestion," John said jumping in, "I'm no tactician, but what would be best in attacking a fortified position would be diversion for the first part. We have enough people to split up our attack so we can hit them soft on the first go and then ram them hard from the higher side of the volcano."

John stood there somewhat awkwardly, as it was the first time he realized that he actually gave any real advice to the group. For him it was really the time to stop being timid. He should have been acting like a warlord instead of the jester of the group.

[ 'Teacher' : Narnia : Grand Hall ]

"You did what was best for the plan, Sir Nicholas," the woman spoke the moment Nicholas walked into the grand hall once again. She hadn't moved from her spot since they'd left; if anything, one might have thought she was an onyx statue due to how still she remained throughout the morning.

"Now, onto your ignorance of the Ivalician ways. Come forth," she said, and for the first time since their arrival, she moved slightly to the side, beckoning him to stand beside her. The strange machina sphere behind her was giving off a strange hum, clearly having been activated at some point prior to his return.

[Joe: IoT: The Challenger]

Joe looked to Jack, his face holding a small bit of defiance. Really? Oh well, he might as well do it so they can all ship off.

As Joe began to work, the male grunted. Sure, the anchor started to move, he was fairly strong. But he wasn't Superman. He'd definitely need the extra help of James and Kyle to actually get it up and out of the water.

[Tortuga ~ The Challenger]

"Whoa, hey, you think you can--?"

If everything were like a cartoon, a cloud of dust would have been seen behind Jacob as he hurried off to help with the sails. Noelle sighed and went down to the crew's quarters to get Louis back into shape. It didn't seem like he had a dress sphere like the rest of them--his clothes hadn't mended themselves or anything. The agromancer figured it wouldn't be so pleasant to wake up from a near death experience covered in bloody, cut up garments. She approached the hammock Louis had been put in, noticing the mirror beneath him beginning to fade. The farther the mirrors got from their summoner, Sayrike, the less she was able to keep them in existence. It made sence, and was convenient at the time (You stuck the mirror in a hammock? Lord, what a dork, heh.).

Noelle swallowed, still feeling a little grossed out by the blood factor. She was slowly getting over her queasyness, though. It seemed as if the longer she was around it, the less it affected her--like desensitization. Standing awkwardly next to the hammock for a few seconds, she decided what she should do next. She really didn't want to wake him, he probably needed the rest, but didn't want to leave him to fester in his disgusting clothing. Deciding to continue cautiously, the blonde carefully tried to remove Louis' shirt so she could get it clean and patched up as best she could.

'Are you not going to--'
Don't even say it.
' . . . What? I was just going to ask if you were--'
No, the pants stay RIGHT WHERE THEY ARE.
'But aren't you--'
No, I'll find him new pants and he can change them HIMSELF . . . OR SOMETHING.
'My, so bashful.'

The agromancer quickly left the crew's quarters in search of the galley where there would likely be some sort of fresh water store. She hoped there would be, anyway, because she knew it would be more likely for her to find fifty barrels of grog and no water. Once she had found the galley and rooted around a bit, she found what she was looking for--some water, a few buckets, and a very large disgusting looking lump of what she could only assume to be soap. It didn't look like it had been used too often . . . because it hadn't. Deciding to leave the soap out of this one, Noelle went to work rinsing the shirt as best she could. She took cupfulls of water and ran them over the blood to get it all out. Once it was as clean as she could get it, she wrung it out and tossed it over her shoulder. Grabbing a rag (after having rinsed it several times as well), she filled a bucket with water and returned to the crew's quarters to try and wash some of the remaining blood from Louis' skin.

[Jenny :: Isle of Tortuga :: The Challenger]

Louis...

He came back. He wasn't dead... bloody but she could tell that he wasn't dead. Did they all have the right to scream at him for leaving them and scaring them all half to death? Jenny hung back, with her back against the wall. They were getting ready to set sail and everyone was helping along. The mage clenched her teeth as she tried to appear as small as possible. Everyone's helping out, I don't really have any upper body strength to pull sails and anchors or anything... I'll... I'll go ask Noelle if she needs any help!

Jenny easily ducked into down the stairs that led to the crew quarters, peeking her head in to see Noelle's back. Blood, she wasn't quite comfortable with it. It made her a little squeamish but she was more than determined to help in one way or another. "Hey Noelle, I was wondering if you need any help?" The flutist piped up in a rather small voice as if she was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of uselessness.

{James : Tortuga : The Challenger}

James was lost in his own thoughts, as he seemed to be so often. He wasn't even all that sure what he was thinking about... Though part of it involved processing what all had occurred since they had arrived here not much more then an hour ago. Noelle had fallen from the sky... found a girl running from the guards, had to go save two people from the gallows... and then they arrived here and had to fight the avatar of chaos. The corsair let out a sigh, looking down at the water's surface.

'This always happens... we get to the world, things go crazy.'

'They were crazy beforehand, just you don't realize it until you arrive.' Fenrir replied.

'True enough... Now we're going to find Tia Dalma and who knows who else...'

James was yet again drawn out of his reverie as Jack got his attention, ordering Joe, Kyle, and himself to haul up the anchor. He looked at Jack incredulously for a moment. He knew from things he had seen and read that the anchor and anchor chain were very heavy and hard to reel in... even with a winch. Still they didn't really have a choice, they weren't going anywhere until the anchor was hauled in. He silently nodded and moved to where Joe was, positioning himself in front of the the bo-wielder and began to pull. He did so, just in case things started to go bad. As long as one of them was strong enough to hold it, it wasn't going to fall back into the water.

{Auron : Tortuga : The Challenger}

Auron watched in silence as the kids were sent to work by the pirate captain, doing things such as hauling up the anchor, and releasing the sails. He had assigned three boys to the task of pulling up the massive chain and anchor, not an easy feat. He set his katana against the mast and removed his arm from the sling position he always held it in to allow use of both arms. He then moved behind Joe and grabbed on, beginning to pull as well.

"All together now!" He said to the boys, trying to coordinate their efforts.

{Black Waltz : Angel Grove : Lugae's Lab -> City}

"You serve Lord Kefka as well?" The Black Waltz heartless asked the replicas in it's eery whispery voice.

The Heartless vanished for a second, flashing small distances before appearing next to the replicas. It's sinister golden eyes narrowed intently as it looked at the replicas, trying to sum up their power... It could sense the darkness within them, and the great power that was surely with it.

"Shall we then?" It asked, vanishing once again until it returned to the teleporters and vanished.

{{Cue: Chaotic Battlefield}}

It would reappear in the city below, both hands charged with magic as it floated above, it's wings flapping to keep it airborne. It then unleashed a number of fire spells upon the buildings, causing massive explosions, all the while cackling maniacally. The Waltz would show it's true power to Lugae and the replicas as well.