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[Alan :: Hawaii :: Village]

Alan could not have felt more awkward. Considering that the village appeared to have survived almost wholly intact, and considering that there was little he could do to help here, Alan felt more like an intruder than anything. Nonetheless, he swallowed his trepidation and approached one of the villagers milling around, chosen entirely at random.

"Excuse me,", he asked, gesturing at the damage that Kyla was already repairing, "Would you mind my asking what happened here?"

[ Villager Chosen Entirely At Random #1 : Hawaii : Town Center ]

"Hmm?" the tanned-skin man responded, turning to look at Alan. The man was average in height, about 5'11", but definitely fit, with obvious muscles on his arms and chest. He wore an unbuttoned tropical shirt, revealing most of his front, and had on a simple pair of white shorts. He had been standing outside his little grocery shop, estimating the damage to his building, when Alan came up to him with a question.

"Oh, yeah, those stupid space-planes came and tried to attack the city for, like, the twelth time in the past 4 days. This time, though, they had these strange bird-men on the ground come in and try attacking," he explained, rubbing his chin as he recalled what had happened. "Then those aliens- ah, the Space Council or Police or somethin'- fought'em off, like they always do. We had to fend against the bird-men by ourselves for a bit before the aliens came and helped us on the ground, but it wasn't much to worry about. Still, never seen those bird things before..."

As his voice trailed off, he once again began looking at his building- specifically, the rooftop, hoping to see if there had been any damage.

[ Villager Chosen Entirely At Random #1 : Hawaii : Town Center ]

"No more than anyone else," he said, in the same tone someone might have said 'duh', slowly turning to face the Alan with an eyebrow raised. "Even the aliens don't know- they're just trying to help out, just like they did when Stitch's little cousin-things popped up. Some people thought maybe it had to do with the city on the other side, but when they took a trip over, the same stuff was happening to them... and it was like a ghost town, man, said they couldn't find any adults anywhere."

"Where you from, anyway? Anyone on the island knows all this stuff," he said, crossing his arms with a suspicious look. He eyed the others, with the weapons and... wait, suits? "Oh- oh, you're those rangers! HEY GUYS!" he yelled, suddenly losing his suspicious look and glancing around at some friends down the street. "The Rangers came over to help out!"

The other two men at a separate building a short distance away did a fist pump into the air, smiles on their face while the first man turned to look back at Alan. "Ya, man, we knew you and the aliens were helpin' each other out, but didn't think you'd get a chance to stop by and help! Thanks a ton!"

Sayrike::The Black Pearl::Lower Decks

Sayrike resisted pursing her lips in a mixture of concern and a hint of ire. Kyle needed rest; he seemed really out of it at the moment. A lot had just happened in the past few hours, and he was keeping everything bottled inside. Sure, he appeared to be functioning well enough (but just barely)...but the things coming from his mouth were not quite helping. In this moment of rest, they needed to be planning, speculating. It needed a clear head. Plus...Sayrike couldn't help but worry about Kyle's mental and physical health. Everyone had a breaking point. Whenever Sayrike saw someone pushing themselves too hard, she just wanted to scold them like a mother and force them to take a break and take better care of themselves. Honestly, how can one expect to take care of others if one couldn't take care of oneself? But the reprimand would have to wait.

The girl continued staring at Kyle, but it was only because she wasn't moving her mouth to talk. Instead, Sayrike communicated through the charm to the others in the room. Well, yes, I can imagine it might get confusing if you two were talking over one another---it'd be confusing if any of us talked over the other one--but if it's in the middle of a battle, how could we be sure it's you, correct? Simple enough. You could either start or end your sentences with a certain code word, or do something else with your speech---speak like Yoda, you could. Ajora, even if he was able to guess that we had devised a way to make sure it wasn't him masquerading as you, would not be able to know out of the infinite possibilities what we had decided upon. The corner of her mouth twitched upward; Sayrike felt like it was most she had said in one go since joining the group.

[Amy ; Cloud ; Riku : Hawaii : Village]

Cloud stayed in place for a moment longer before following Leon. His friend was a hard person to read, but if Cloud's guess was any good, he'd say Leon was growing impatient.

"Quickly, if we leave now they won't notice we're gone until it's too late," Cloud said. It was said half in jest.

Amy remembered little of the actual plot of Lelu and Stitch. For that matter, she remember little of the ending of Angel Grove, namely how to defeat Ooze and free the parents from the mind control. The aliens were from Lelu and Stitch... because Stitch was an alien... and... well, the Space Police were probably from that movie, too.

"Not much at all," Amy confirmed. "Do you know which way the bird-men went when they were chased off? Or where they came from originally?"

Riku moved past Kyla, and a little ways into the village's 'central plaza'. There was a well in the center, and bricks fashioned about it in a circular pattern all around. It was a small town, he realized; he could see and hear most everyone. He had only one question.

"Does that path lead to the beach?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of one of the village's quaint exits.

[Alice :: The Dutchman :: Outside Captain's Quarters]

Alice probably would've snickered a day or two ago, but now a thin smile merely accented her otherwise schooled face as Alan retorted. She watched with the least bit of interest as Kuro Oni walked past them both with his snide remark still hanging in the air.

.:Hmph, such a high pedestal he thinks he sits upon~:.

Let him think what he will, those who think themselves to be mighty always fall the hardest. Alice briefly stared into the Captain's Quarters before deciding to spare herself the bad company and walked off with little more than a wave of her hand at Laan. It wasn't the best of welcomings but Alice had a lot of her mind and so she made her way towards the prow of the ship, leaving a wake of gnarled wood behind her.

[ Kyle : Caribbean : Pearl's Lower Decks ]

You forget that he is me.

Kyle gave a brief, almost disheartened chuckle shortly after the thought was sent as a response, like Sayrike's, to those in the room. Shaking his head, he leaned it back to stare at the ceiling with sarcastic smile. Fine. I'll play along, but don't be surprised if it doesn't end up helping. Roger roger.

The last part sounded obviously amused, another chuckle coming from his lips.

"Was that all your questions? Figured there'd be more than that," he said, turning his attention to the others now, his arms crossed across his chest and one leg cross around the other as he leaned against the bars.