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[Dawn : Mothership : Mess Hall]

Even as Noelle approached her, and voices continued to carry, Dawn remained motionless. Exhaustion and need for sleep tend to come at strangest of times....

[ Ajora ; Celia ; Lettie ; Zexion ; Bal-Hur : Dark Meridian : Dark Beach ]

Electric, war hammer, slow but tough.

Also notably unstable so far.

Ajora kept his eyes on the young man in front of him, especially as he began to dash toward the beach, letting loose his magic fury.

Capable of third level magics, but likely stronger physically.

"Yes, that's all rather possible," he mused, turning to face him, his arms by his side instead of within his pockets. "But some might think it prudent to temper such passionate freedom with direction, a goal, lest aimlessness possess you. Would you have one? For that matter, a name?"

[Saint. biggrin ark Margin:.Dark Beach]

"Huh..." Saint mused. "You can call me Saint brah. I am the full embodiment of the God that has abandoned me. No god means that all moral obligations are dead to me."

The burning glare from Amy's replica caught Saint off guard somewhat. He was rather unamused by her stares.

"...could someone tell this b**** to f*** off? She's kinda pissing me off..." He said looking around calmly at the other replicas.

Sayrike studied the other man intently, trying to see if he was injured at all. Everything seemed to be fine, but something else caught her attention. Louis seemed to be going through the motions of speech, but something didn't feel quite right...Like he was saying the right things, but didn't really mean them. Maybe he's just shell-shocked from what happened... she wondered to herself. If it were her, she might have been. Well, whatever had happened to him...

Because there's no way that was all Louis. No. If it was, then... But she didn't want to entertain the idea.

As good as she might be with picking up on the feelings of others, she could be totally oblivious to other things. As Louis unsteadily raised himself up and leaned against the wall, she noticed that he no longer had the uncertainty of movement paired with blindness. "Oh my gosh, you can see now?! Ah, I mean..." Sayrike felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed like, in this moment, maybe silence was best. Sometimes one just needed to be alone with one's thoughts. Honestly, she was pretty comfortable not talking, due to growing up with a stoic father. Still, she offered her hand to Louis as he braced himself against the wall just in case he needed the balance. It was like a final gesture, a memory of his short time in the darkness. It felt like he had gained something--his sight (or was it weariness?)--but she had lost something. A connection. Someone who needed her. A sense of being useful.

She smiled bitterly to herself. Sure, maybe it made her sound more weak, but it was also those exact qualities found in friendship.

It felt like it had been eons since she had been a friend to someone.

Whether Louis took her hand or not, Sayrike walked over with him to wash up and head into the space ship.


[Something small to be written in the ATE thread...eventually.]



The mess hall was incredibly noisy compared to the silence outside. Sayrike felt a bit overwhelmed by it all. She really would have liked to just be on her own for a little while, but...the call of food was too strong. At least I'll keep a great figure while I'm here she thought to herself. Constant activity with very little food. Yep, she was gonna look good by the end of it all. Either that, or she was going to pass out from exhaustion and malnutrition. Better eat while she could. A few minutes later, and Sayrike sat down wherever she could find a spare space, which ended up not being too far away from the others but she still ended up next to strangers. Her plate thunked down on the table, weighed down with as much food as she could fit on it. In between bites, she chatted it up with the people around her--some of the aliens and a few people from the town who might have been seeking the refuge of company. Sayrike listened, wide-eyed, to each of their stories. This is what she loved, truly---getting to know the ins and outs of the everyday lives of people she met. The masked girl kept mostly quiet about herself, instead more successfully coaxing answers out of her acquaintances. People, no matter where they were from, were more than likely all too willing to share their story because, well, how often were they asked for it? They liked to share, and Sayrike was willing to listen.

She finished up her dinner as her Hawaiian neighbor finished his lamentation about the destruction of his home. Sadly, Sayrike looked down. Sure, they saved them, but that didn't mean they were going to have an easy time rebuilding. I wonder...yeah, why not ask? Though she was tired, it sounded like a project that might help her meditate (sort of), and it was something she wanted (she liked) to do. "Hey, I was wondering..." she addressed to the Hawaiians she had been talking with, "you guys need some help clearing out the debris? It's not really that late, and I know if I were you I'd be itching to start cleaning up. I can provide a light for us to work with for a few hours. I mean, if you'd rather wait, that's fine too..." She hoped she wasn't being too forward. Heck, maybe some of the aliens would want to help out too. She looked over at Kyle, but he looked like he was busy with a couple of other friends. She'd talk with him first before helping out, of course, but she didn't want to interrupt his moment with them.

[ Ajora ; Celia ; Lettie ; Zexion ; Bal-Hur : Dark Meridian : Dark Beach ]

Ajora, the master of the facade, managed not to show how the term 'brah' bothered him and merely appeared casually interested, as usual. However, when 'Saint' brought attention to one unnamed Replica, he thought to ignore it as simply Replicas not getting along.

Then, however, said unnamed Replica attempted to act innocent.

"Now now, Amy, Saint, let's not start any more fights. I've already resigned to killing one of your brethren, let me not have to take another," he said, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Now, if I may, I'd like to move on to the next. Saint, you may stay or go as you please, but if you stay, I ask only that you be patient and try not to interrupt."

Without further ado, Jacob's Replica began to walk forward- the second-to-last, with only one other left beside him (Anthony). As he reached the center, he pushed his crown off his head and, as the others, tossed it lightly to Celia, who caught it without a care; she had all of them so far, save Alan's and another's, around her arm like large bracelets. Alan's was still on his head, as he'd been kicked into a portal, and the other's had been given to Bal-Hur to hold.

{Demyx .:. Mothership .:. Mess hall}

Demyx continued his sampling of pasta and sauce, and he could honestly say it was possible to still enjoy the purely physical pleasures of flavor and scent even without a heart. He simply had no preference for one taste over another, though he did analyze what he ate and compared it to the memories he had of what his favorite foods were.

Several more kids came in, some already talking, some started talking with others, each and every one of them grabbing their favorites of the available dishes. Axel and Lexaeus were having a staring contest, one of the Earth kids had proposed a toast and another had taken it up, and everyone else was either chattering between bites or so engrossed in their food they could only listen and nod occasionally.

Man, it's crowded in here, the Melodious Nocturne thought, staring around with wide eyes.

{Bobbi .:. Hawaii .:. Mothership Mess hall}

Well, that was disappointing. Bobbi shoveled in a few more forkfulls of her pasta, considering her new plan of attack. Normally, she'd just let Dawn sleep but a) it was Dawn, and 2) there were better places for a nap, as Michelle had proven earlier. So, she was bound and determined to wake her friend up. Besides, it'd be better than waking up with a kink in her neck from the odd position of sleeping in the booth.

~:Remember Agrabah?:~ Shiva asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Bobbi thought for a moment--there was a lot that had happened in Agrabah, it would take her a bit--then slowly grinned. It was like watching the Grinch get his wonderful, awful idea.

I love you, Shiva! the Archer responded, then leaned over a little to get to the back of Dawn's neck. She had enough mana that she could pull this off...

She formed an ice-cube in her hand with her Ice Spike that Shiva had taught her back in Terabinthia, and dropped it down the back of Dawn's shirt.

[Matthew :-: Mothership :-: Mess Hall]

After entering the mess hall and the getting himself a plate full of pasta, Matt had been just devouring his dinner since. He had been famished since he arrived in Hawaii or Angel Grove or whichever it was at this point, forced to eat whatever edible scraps he could find. He hadn't even bothered taking off his mask yet and it was getting splattered with sauce from the pasta.

He had barely registered the toast going on due to his hunger, and swallowed the mouthful of noodles he had. "Yes, go whatever's happening," he said before diving back into his meal.