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[Narnia ~ ???]

"Excellent." She said shortly, flourishing the Ice Witch's staff in her right hand. "Moving on. Follow me."

"W-Wait, your grace!" The little witch exclaimed hopping along after the Replica before she could leave. "There's another thing!"

Elleon paused, looking over her shoulder with a glare that conveyed her impatience. "Well spit it out then."

"The stone knife . . . the stone knife is a powerful weapon in this land. If you procure it you are sure to be feared and respected." She said with a shaky voice, wringing her hands.

The blonde paused and turned her face up as she thought, drumming her fingers against the staff. "Where is this stone knife?"

"I know not. It vanished with the destruction of the Queen. You must search to find it."

". . . Sounds good . . . So let's get moving then."

[ Kyle : Caribbean : On Deck]

"As you wish," Kyle said, making a swift bow and pulling away from Tia Dalma, walking backwards and away (assuming Jenny was coming with him) before turning around all together. As the duo left Tia's side, Kyle seemed neutral for a few moments before suddenly smiling.

"Well, that went better than expected!" he said with a sincere chuckle. He wrapped one arm around Jenny's shoulder and squeezed her close in sort of a side-hug. "See? That wasn't all that bad, was it?"

In truth, Kyle was mildly frustrated. That had gone much worse than he'd expected. But he was used to hiding his disappointment- so well that more often than not, he eventually believed his lies.

"Now, I'm gonna go check on Joey," he told Jenny, nodding over to Joe's location. "I'd go check up on Louis and Dawn normally, but they seem fine from here, so I'll get to them next. Thanks for stickin' by me with Tia!"

With another quick hug, Kyle began to head toward the stairs. He hadn't seen Joe come up, so he assumed the bo-wielder was still below deck.


[ Ajora : ??? ]

"Look at Louis, playing the hero. Does that make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? Knowing you've defeated the big bad wolf?"

Ajora's voice was obviously condescending in nature, as if he were talking to a child. It sounded like whispers coming from all around him. For the briefest of moments, the first person Louis locked eyes with would have appeared identical to Ajora, smirking at him. This would have lasted all of an eye-blink.

"But alas, the wolf has merely chosen the clothing of a different sheep. And to think I had a volunteer~"

[Dani :: Hawaii :: Beach]

Dani stared weirdly as Bobbi transformed back into her swimsuit and was cursing at the top of her lungs. “Well,” Dani smiled to Bobbi and patted Bobbi’s back, “Seems like someone is starting to loosen up. Now let’s start the sand castle.”

Dani started to get on the ground to gather some of the sand when she noticed that a finger was being pointed at her. She quickly stood up and looked over to Ajora and shrugged as he did not know who she was. She then looked at her charm and activated it so that only Bobbi and Kyle could hear her. “I am going to talk to Ajora. I will not stray far from you two.” Dani thought before shutting off the connection and walking over to Ajora.

“Well,” Dani said before putting her hand out to the ‘evil incarnate.’ “My name is Dani. Sadly I do not know your name since I am new to this little ‘group.’ Care to tell me yours?”

[Amy : Hawaii : Beach]

"Can't give you my name," Amy said. "Would you rather have information on my fighting style, support abilities, and a list of my greatest fears?"

Her crossed arms and scowl were far from intimidating, the challenge in her voice more likely to instigate laughter. What were those strange designs on his back, she wondered.

[Noelle & Prote ~ Black Pearl ~ Galley]

Prote eyed Noelle as she sat quietly before the fire in the stove, fingers drumming her lower lip. He could see her calculating and putting pieces together--it was like there was a light dancing behind her eyes, tossing things back and forth. He wondered if his eyes looked the same way. Finally she sighed and made a face, scratching the back of her head.

"Sorry, I'm trying to keep all of this from flying out the window, here." Noelle laughed and looked up. Prote had his head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh, I mean, uh, there's no window, I'm just trying to keep from forgetting it all."

"Oh, I see. Why did you not just say that?" Prote asked.

"Uhh . . . habit? I was using a metaphor. You know what a metaphor is right?"

Prote nodded, "Yes, I recall the use of them from the memories I am composed of, yet . . . I don't understand them. A window is a window and a mind is a mind. How could something going out of a window represent not being able to hold on to thoughts?"

Noelle made another face, trying to figure out how she could explain this. "Well, I think you're being too technical--not drawing the right lines or connections. I mean, imagine that your mind is the window and your thought is . . . let's say a bouncy ball. You're unable to hold onto the bouncy ball, the thought, so it slips from your hand and bounces out of the window. Does that make sense?"

". . . Not at all."

The agromancer let out an exasperated sigh and leaned on one of her hands, "Well I don't really know how else to explain it. Let's try this then. When I say 'red' what comes to mind?"

"Red is a primary color." Prote replied, then went silent.

Noelle awaited more but nothing came. "Is that it? I mean, don't you think of things that are red? When I think about red I think about apples, and roses, and hearts, and paint. Do you not get any of that?"

The Geist shook his head again, "I see all of those items on an individual basis. I find no connection between them. A rose is a flower. Red is a color. How can a flower be anything like a color? I do suppose that flowers have colors, but flowers are not just red, they can be many different colors."

Her reply was to give Prote a dumbfounded look. "Huh . . . so that's it then. I keep forgetting that you don't function like we do. The human mind makes tons of connections between objects and memories within seconds, so one thing is associated with another. Like the smell of mothballs--for me it's associated with my grandmother's house. It always smelled like mothballs. . . . So you have the memories . . . but no connections between them? Interesting."

"I suppose I am not quite as complex as you have come to think I am."

She shrugged, "Nah, you're still pretty freaky."

((Sorry for the long wait- I got sick again, busy, and a whole lot of stuff- blaaah if I don’t reply fast enough please just auto me.))

[Kyla: Hawaii: Shallow>Tides]

Kyla didn’t feel like deep diving anymore, she wanted to keep an eye on things. There was no way she could relax knowing the schemer was here perusing the shoreline and talking nonchalantly like they were old school buddies. It was like those bullies at school who wanted to sit at your table for some reason before and after you’re usual clashes, because they wanted something only they could get by approaching you in that manner.
It was an approach that drove her crazy at times.

So then what? Couldn’t fight, couldn’t relax… was it possible to do something in the middle?
Using her weapon, which didn’t change her clothing while she was off shore, she drew a simple lotus pattern, with a more puffed detail to it. A corresponding object appeared in the water beside her. It look like an open lotus, flatter with its edges turned up, and it’s puffed petals were filled with air.
It was big enough that she climbed onto it and could sit there as it floated peacefully along the surface. Then dismissing her book Kyla just sat there drifting on the current. It took it out a ways but it was no trouble to steer it back to shore it went too far.

At least this way it looked like she was relaxing, but she could keep an eye on the replicas when the crap finally hit the fan- which she had no doubt it would, in one form or another.

Perhaps now would be a good time to talk? She concentrated on the person she wanted to speak to, and hoped now wasn’t a bad time.


~ Kyle? This is Kyla, checking in. Ajora has shown up on the beach but nothing has happened. Do you have a few moments?~

[Amy : Hawaii : Beach]

"Civil?" Amy said, her eyes and tone expressing her incredulity, "He's arrived in the midst of us, while we're at our full strength, tells us he's an enemy, then declares his intention is to gather information about us, and I'm supposed to be civil?"

Amy looked around at the group, and gestured at Ajora. "Why don't we just shoot him in the head?"