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[Amy : Angel Grove : City]

Amy reddened, a feature that could not be seen with the Ranger helmet covering her face, but could be discerned easily enough by her defensive reply: "The colors weren't my choice, okay." She felt like a child trying to justify herself, and immediately regretted speaking.

"Anyway," she covered up, "Who are you?" The question was aimed at the newcomer. Then she realized she didn't know either of them. Although... something about the guy did seem familiar...

Meanwhile, a car exploded in a burst of flames. Amy noticed, but didn't react to it at all, like it was second priority. She did look, briefly, to see if there were any passengers in it, before turning her attention back to the strange duo before her.

{Kyle : The Dark Margin -> Hook's ship}

And then the portal was opened. Cory stopped for just long enough to tell them that the damned Replica's were back and that they should stock up at his ship. Which was fine. But he was starting to wonder what was wrong with Alan. He shouldn't have been injured after the Bet was won. So why was he touching his head so often?

Connecting eyes with Alan for just a brief second, he watched as Alan stepped back through the portal. He would follow shortly, but he wanted to feel the water, at least once, to see if it differed at all.

Stepping down to the shore, he knelt in the sand and dipped his hand in the waves, watching as it receded. It felt no different, but there had to be something about it. It was definitely tempting to dive in, to explore that deep, black sea. But he couldn't. The Replicas were much too dangerous to be left alone. But one day he'd come back and explore the world. Not just the sea, but the world around it.

Sighing a little, he walked through the portal and back to Hook's ship. He'd ended up in a cabin, clearly Cory's. Glancing around, he moved over to Alan's side and said softly, so only Alan would hear it, "Are you okay? Headache?" It was only said in passing, on his way to grab something from the cabinets. He ended up grabbing one of the elixirs, two potions, and an ether. They all went into the nifty pockets in his coat, seeming to disappear unless he wanted them. Quite convenient. After grabbing them, he glanced at Alan, attempting to make eye contact and nodding towards the door. It was his silent attempt to tell Alan that he would wait on the deck if Alan wanted to talk. Granted, it probably wouldn't have been very clear.

Whatever the case, after he'd nodded, he made his way upstairs. After getting onto the deck, he immediately went to Seymour and Axel, intent to tell them about the Replicas. "Seymour, Axel, the Replicas are apparently somewhere in the city. After our discussion, Cory said he felt darkness similar to the Replicas. Have either of you felt it?"

[Alan :: Hook's Ship]

"It's nothing," Alan said in response to Kyle, his expression softening just a little in an attempt to reassure his teammate. "Just a - well, we can talk later."

Around then, Cory's familiar fire swelled up threateningly. Alan reflexively assumed a defensive stance, then just as quickly relaxed his guard as he realized that Cory wasn't about to attack.

"Aren't we in a hurry!" Alan caught the elixer out of the air. Funny - he didn't seem that tired. "I'll do things my own way, thanks."

Alan grabbed one of the ethers (bringing his total to two) and made his way to the deck, following just behind Kyle. Hungry as he was, he didn't feel right taking Cory's food.

As he came within view of the Maester, Alan's earlier odd behavior seemed to vanish, as if he had suddenly donned a mask. He smiled coolly and bowed his head to the two who had been waiting.

"Finally!", she exclaimed, "Fresh air! That place smelled like a gym with no cleaning staff!"

[Timmy : Hook's Ship]

"I freaking hear ya! Stop with the pounding damn it!" The boy was sitting on his bed with a glazed look in his eyes. Timmy had been out of his mind for a while, but maybe this fight was going to be a wake up call for the boy. He then jumped off the bed and began to stretch out his body with a couple cracks here and there.

"That hit the spot..." He stretched a little bit more and promptly exited his room. "So what are the details Cory?"

[Tortuga ~ The Challenger]

Noelle tilted her head to the side as she lifted the corner of her lip in an expression of confusion when new-boy said goodbye. She was really going to have to find out this person's name and stop referring to him in her mind as 'new-boy'.

Huh, strange kid.

Turning back to the situation at hand, the blonde kept lobbing her spear at heartless. She hadn't really recovered all of her energy before this started, so she was quickly becoming spent. Noelle laid off a bit, keeping wary of any heartless coming near her, to catch a bit of a breather. She really hoped these guys would thin out soon.

[Angel Grove ~ City]

Elleon smirked as Azrael toyed with Amy a bit, and she became defensive. Really, the pink and brown suit was the killer. That thing could have feminized a body builder. She only hoped her own didn't look so god awful. Taking a moment to glance down at herself she found it much to her liking. The suit was a very dark purple with different black parts. Hmm . . . purple. It made sense, really. She was the inversion of her pathetic original. Purple was the inversion of green. It wasn't a girly purple, either, which was great. She would hate to end up looking like their menacing opponent.

"She's a bit sassy, now isn't she?" The replica remarked, "I think I'm going to like her. Cool your tits, honey, the only thing we're interested in is bringing a city to the ground . . . which is pretty much half way done now. So, we'd like to get onto the other half. In other words, get out of the way."

Elleon caught Kai landing a nice hit on her original from the corner of her eye. She scoffed, "Ouch, give Kai a baseball bat and she'd be hitting home runs."

[ Seymour : Angel Grove : Hook's Ship ]

The Maester had waited patiently for the return of the trio, and smelled the Corridor of Darkness open up beneath them once more, carrying through all three of them. They radiated Darkness, as if they had bathed in it...

"Indeed, there was a fluctuation from that direction," Seymour said, the calm attitude still in play easily enough, and he seemed utterly unfazed by Cory's accusations. "However, I had given my word to await your return. As such, I have no idea what the current scenario is..."

"So, what seems to be the situation here?" he asked, now looking to the three of them with a sense of lofty curiosity in his tone. "Are you allies to the group searching for the King? Or are you obstacles with your own agendas?"

[Kai: AngelGrove: Streets]

"..that was on purpose, I didn't have to be so gentle, and she knows it."
The dark artist replied, her quill already sliding across the page finishing something else up. Kyla was glaring at her from behind her visor and Kai loved it. At least her original wasn't a fool. She had been caught being careless, with her gaurd down. A VERY bad mistake.
"-I never miss if I don't have to. And I could have taken your head off and be done with you right then and there. Don't forget it."
There was a loud grinding sound as her pen stabbed the inked lines.
In acknowledgement to Elleons compliment-"Batter up!"

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[Kyla: Angel Grove : Streets]

Kyla saw them in the reflection of Kai's helmet visor and spun around.
There- suspended in mid air about 20 feet above them was the whole lot of abandoned cars from down the street! They were hoisted into the air, resonating with the picture Kai had made of them doing so in her book! Only one thing to do with them.

"Duck and cover!"
And down they came! Like casting a motorized version of Meteor! Kai drew a dark violent line down from the cluster sketch and toward the doodle of their prey below on the bottom of her page. The real thing followed suit.
Kyla barely had time to respond, she had the right page- littered with sheilds- but she needed to finish the picture. And the cars were falling within seconds.
((okies, do we roll for dodge? Same goes for me too with how fast I can block right?))

[ Kyle ; Sora ; Zexion ; Kuja : Isle of Tortuga : The Challenger ]

The ship was, slowly but surely, heading into the middle of the bay. The port was now a few dozen meters behind them, and the Cannon Gun Heartless left behind entirely. All they had to deal with now were the remaining Air Pirate and Battleship Heartless. Normally, that wouldn't be too big of a deal...

But they kept coming.

"Just a little longer!" Sora said, charging his Keyblade with Fire magic and throwing it at a group of Air Pirates, who all either died or caught fire soon thereafter.

Without warning, a surge of powerful gusts overtook the Heartless and the ship, the air filled with debris such as wood chips, water, and loose pieces of paper. Though the ship's sails seemed completely unaffected, and the Challenger continued to move forward, everyone would feel as if they were in the middle of a tornado, and even the Heartless had grown completely distracted.

"Such a boring interlude. Back to the main event!"

The winds and debris suddenly seemed to vanish, and simultaneously an ominous wave of magic power overtook the ship. On the center of the deck was Kuja, and above him his magic spheres were beginning to spin rapidly, forming what appeared to be a dark void. Within moments, a torrent of purple spheres soared from the void at the Heartless, obliterating anything and everything that was hostile. It wasn't long before the Ultima spell had completely destroyed the Heartless armada, leaving the group safe to rest once again.

Kyle looked incredulously at the mage and Zexion, the latter of which was leaning on the doorway into the lower quarters. Pleased though he was that the battle was over, he was wondering two things. For one, why hadn't they bothered to come up to help in the first place? And two...

How the hell can I learn to do that?

As they had reached the center of the bay at this point, the sea breezes began to come into play, no longer blocked by the mountain behind them, and the ship began to sail on its own, heading toward the strait that would lead them to the Caribbean Sea.