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“I agree with ‘buncle. Kyla you got to eat or you pass out, again. What do you expect me to do, deliver food to you in the middle of the night?”

Feather noted with a joking tone, remembering how many times they would actually do that. Never underestimate the level of crazy Feather would do for a friend.

“Also Kyle, I know I know. I have a loud natural voice that booms over things, you don’t think my mind is just as loud or not even louder? Besides, I don’t like authori-tae, makes me nervous.”

Feather punctuated the last part of authority while glancing over to Steven with a slight beady look of mistrust. That will be dealt with another day.

“YE! Food and drink downstairs check it out. It’s some sort of rum sorry, I don’t know if the stuff actually exists here but anywhoozles. Also there is other stuff you can mix together so have at it! Alcho-emy? Acholol-mancy?”

Feather replied quickly before leading the large crew into the common room where everything finally was in the room.

“Feel free to help yourselves, if you want me to make you anything special just say the word and I gotchu with the best of my ability!”

Kyle smiled as he shook his head, effectively forfeiting the point. 'Crazy girl.'

He followed along behind Noelle and the others, his hands tingling despite himself. He wanted to relax, but suddenly everything was different and full of potential and, tired as he was, he wanted to jump into the training room more than anything.

"Hey guys!" he said, waving to Sayrike and Luke as he came down the stairs. "I see you, too, have come to partake in the par-tay."

Steven.

That guy must have had something to do with it. Feather actually took a good bit to decide whether Steven had something to do with Kyla’s problems or at least catalyst it getting worse. Proof? None. Feather did get their previous form or something did do something bad from context. Answers to what that something is? Don’t know, will cross that bridge when they get there! Whatever it is, Feather wanted to get to the bottom of it.
So Feather decided to lurk around the hallways after training that day, making sure to catch Steven on the way out. They waved to him to catch his attention.

“Hey Steven, buddy, can I have a moment to chat with you. Alone.”

Feather falsely placed that extremely happy go lucky expression and used their normal tone that was busy with energy to make sure they weren’t too suspicious.

“Kyla, where did you go?”

Feather muttered wandering as they already noticed their legs taking them towards the library. Of course, the library, it was almost slightly laughable that their body thinks ahead of what they actually are thinking. Their knowledge of their best friend sometimes is astounding but from the passing days it seems to be not all there. No hugs of which Feather reluctantly accepts, not much for conversation between them like the other is bubbled off, which as a friend Feather understands but usually this is not how someone would act after pretty much a world ending experience. Pop culture aside, people tend to latch on to the past or some sense of familiarity. In Feather’s case, they still feel like they are not completely there, detached from the reality that is the situation. But this isn’t about Feather.

Walking closer, Feather started to hear talking of the ‘not to self’ kind, and because of that, their walking slowed, almost becoming quieter and their breathing lengthened to be more silent. It’s a bad habit sometimes, the ease-dropping one day might get them into trouble, but when the day comes, Feather will deal with it then. They stood outside, listening in.

{ ATE : The Broker ~ Case of the Researcher, Part II : 10 }
{ Day 9 }
{ Kai : Realm of Darkness ~ Xarcabard : Obsidian Study }

“No- it’s fine.” She didn’t need to lie about that repsonse, and it certainly wasn’t for the being's feelings- it was simply a fact.
It would be a hard stretch to say Kai could feel anything positive, but acquiring something she wanted instilled at the very least the balm of satisfaction.
Knowledge was power- it brought her closer to resolution-
Though- for a just a moment, was that- fear? When the being said the process would bring her to the brink of oblivion…saying there would be pain. She felt a twinge of unease. Momentarily.
She could deal with that.
“Any and all information you can provide is acceptable, though that brings more questions to the forefront. If a keyblade is bent light- ment to adhere to the will of the wielder- how does this forging happen? If they were light- is the correlation between Kingdom Hearts and the weapons being that they are made from light?”

{ ATE : Good Friend 'Captain Morgan' : 38 }
{ Kyla : Disney Castle : Mirage Arena }


“mmmmph..” the artist hummed, nodding in agreement to Feather. Kyla studying was a Kyla ignoring basic necessities, like sleeping, and eating- this resulted in a vicious cycle of her becoming from grumbly and obsessive – ignoring her hunger pains by burying herself further into her work-
Feather knew this about her. She knew?
Plastering a smile on her face Kyla headed down with Carbuncle in tow and once entering the common room she was assailed by the tentilizing smells of the food and drink.
~ Careful Kyla, you might start to drool!~ the summon mused mentally.

There was an awkward pause in conversation as a particular sensation of deja vu swept over him. He felt he'd spoken to this figure before but couldn't place when or where. At last he snapped back to the conversation only to stutter over an answer to the question posed.

No, that name won't suffice. "I'm..." A name, come on. A name of my own. What name would fit?

"I'm not sure. Give me a moment and I might think of somethi- Faust. Call me Faust."