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[[I was gonna wait for some responses from Not-Amy and Saint due to what Ajora had said in my last post, but as that was last Wednesday, I guess we'll just move along.]]

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

As the Jacob-Replica began to wake from his subconscious slumber, his body tensed almost immediately, daggers forming in his hands between his fingers, like claws, and in the gleam of the distant light beyond the horizon, one could see his pupils transform into slits, which almost immediately dilated to completely envelope his eyes.

Jacob's most recent memories, unbeknownst to Ajora, had been being captured, held in prison for days, about to be hung, only to be freed (those memories were, of course, blurry, almost entirely blank due to the Geists ignoring Light-related memories) and then viciously attacked by Nobodies. And as if time and space had altered, he was surrounded by Darkness, being stared at by numerous people (some he faintly recognized, others not at all).

Incidentally, around the time his memories had been copied, his feral summon, Moomba, was beginning to wake. And with only the summon's darkest portions copied, combined with Jacob's innate rage and paranoia...

The Replica lunged toward Ajora, the man in the lead, almost instantly, letting loose a savage roar as he did so.

The Bloody Executioner managed to lean backward enough that the blades passed a few inches in front of him. In the same instant that he pulled back, he brought one hand up to catch the first arm; his second hand went up straight for Jacob's throat. However, the feral Replica was able to use his second hand to push Ajora's own away before leaning forward for a headbutt.

Ajora, however, did the exact same thing, so the two of them recoiled simultaneously. Unlike Jacob, the dragoon had allies at his beck and call-- Lettie was already behind the dagger-tosser, pulling an arm around his throat to keep him in a choke-hold as Celia placed his crown back on.

Jacob's eyes immediately glazed back over before he turned and, like a zombie, began to walk back toward the center, where a Corridor of Darkness swallowed him up and vanished. Ajora, meanwhile, rubbed his head, a frown on his face.

"Can't say I'm surprised," he muttered. "Well, that leaves us with one more."

The final Replica, that of Anthony's, finally stepped into the center and slipped his Slave Crown off, throwing it to Celia as she got back into place. He would slowly regain consciousness, though he would feel a throbbing headache for the first few moments.

[Anthony ~.~ Mothership ~.~ Sleeping Quarters(?)]

When everyone else had separated and gone to the mess hall, Anthony had somehow managed to make his way to what appeared to be sleeping quarters. He had been resting on one of the beds ever since they all boarding the ship. Though he was hungry, his mind was too preoccupied to eat. All he could think about was Louis' display of darkness. "Can it really get that destructive?" the young man thought to himself, turning over to his side. As it is in his nature to usually turn away from such evil, he couldn't help but feel somewhat of a yearning to wield that power. Instead of the negative, his mind focused on the positive. More power meant he'd be able to contribute more to the group--he'd be able to better protect his companions.

Feeling he was allowing himself to get too carried away with the idea, the knight shook the thought out of his head and turned onto his back, placing his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. "It would be nice, though..."

[??? ~.~ Dark Meridian ~.~ Dark Beach]

The Replica groaned through clenched teeth as he buried his head into his palm, trying his hardest to suppress his throbbing forehead. "What the hell is this," he grunted, fighting the slowly regressing headache.

Lifting his gaze from his palm, the fallen knight's eyes began to focus on the individual before him. He couldn't recognize the person; however, he felt he was someone the doppelganger wouldn't want to upset. What memories he could recall were hazy. The last thing he could remember was being attacked, though, from what he could tell, his attackers weren't around anymore.

He cracked his neck and knuckles as he slowly straightened his posture, then scanned the area some more. He couldn't recognize anyone; however, one person in particular did strike a nerve, though the Replica wasn't exactly sure why. He was tall, roughly the same height as the individual he first laid eyes on, but had dark blonde hair. "Don't I know you," he asked, his voice sounding high and playful, almost as if he were teasing and asking a rhetorical question.

As curious as he was, the fallen knight brushed it aside, figuring it wasn't a priority right now, and turned his attention back to the man cladded in black and crimson. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice back to its original deep tone. "What's going on? And where am I?"

{Kyle : Hawaii : Mothership Mess Hall}

Grabbing a plate full of pasta, he was once again confronted with that old cafeteria sense. Where to sit...? He wasn't the best at dealing with new people, so he'd prefer to find some he already knew. But he didn't want to sit with the serious conversation group. Nope. It was relaxing time. Then he heard whining and laughter. Glancing over, he realized he knew the two. Bobbi and Dawn. Well, he'd wanted to see how Dawn had been since they'd split anyway. That seemed like a good life choice.

Walking over, he motioned at the seat next to Bobbi. Well, one seat over from the seat next to her. "Mind if I snag this seat?"

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

"In chronological order," he began, clearing his throat with a small smile. "I am Ajora. You are being freed from enslavement both from these brainwashing crowns as well as the moral restraints that so bound you in your lesser, base form. You are in the Dark Meridian, a world made primarily from the essence of Darkness in which beings such as yourself would feel most at home."

Ajora paused to let the information sink in. He was, as those before could tell, trying different tactics with different people.

"Many of those you see before you are also newborns, in a manner of speaking," he said, holding his arms out to either side of him. "Though, in another light, you might more accurately call us old souls, as we have experienced life through the eyes of our first coils, only to be suppressed by conscience and societal law. No more, as you will now feel no such restraint."

[Dawn : Mothership : Mess Hall]

Dawn glanced up at Bobbi. Then her friend's food. Then Kyle and his food. She slowly started to sit up with heavy movements of someone who was just too tired to move. She started to look at Bobbi's food again. Dawn was vaguely remembering why she came to the room in the first place. She was hungry...

"Move...." Dawn mumbled. Instead of motioning for Bobbi to move, her head fell onto the Archer's shoulder "...pillow..."

[Nick :: Dark Meridian :: Dark Beach]

Nick eyed the last Replica with a small smile; he immediately recognized the man as one he had fought alongside with in Tortuga. And if he was here, his original was with the Earthlings. Fun times were sure to be had.

When Ajora mentioned he wanted to speak with him personally, his head immediately shot up. "Oh, what? Alright, sure..." He muttered in mild confusion, unsure of if this was a positive or a negative talk and what the ramifications would be.

[Ashley :: Dark Margin :: Dark Beach ]

“Well this looks like a terrible group.” Ashley thought before looking over to the portal Ajora just created. “But I will stand by him. This could prove worth my while.”

Ashley, followed by her two clones, walked to the portal to the Dutchman before looking back at the group. “Going.” Ashley said and left in the dark corridor before anyone could question her.


[Ashley :: Caribbean Sea :: The Flying Dutchman]

Ashley came out of the portal and noticed that Lucian had decided to come as well. Since she had nothing better to do, she walked over to him and leaned against the railing. Her clones turned to Lucian in case he decided to attack their master.

“Wait.” was all Ashley said before she cocked her head to the side, looking down at the ocean.