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[Dusk : Caribbean : Shipwreck Cove]

"With them?" Dusk asked as she tried to keep her calm, though there was a look of fear on the replica's face, "I was on some beach. I'd be damned if I knew where exactly we were." she paused as she tried to look away hiding her face, "Now I've answered you. Are you still going to treat me as everyone else did back at home?"

[Dusk : Caribbean : Shipwreck Cove]

Dusk didn't look up at Kuja as he spoke. She didn't seem bothered that she was still surrounded by his spell. If her life were to end now, so be it, not as if anyone would miss her.

"I remember the pain, the loneliness. Everyone shunning me because I was different. Everyone including my own family. Those who were my friends that said they'd always be there and help me. Weren't ever there when I truly needed them." Dusk's voice seemed to seeth at the words of Family and Friends as she continued her body started to shake and her hands turned into fists, "All anyone did was cause me pain. Either by delivering it or allowing it to happen. I am always alone. Yet, never free to walk my own path... Until now..."

Her eyes drifted over at Kuja, with the sorrow of her original's memories showing in her eyes. She looked at him for a moment before she let her eyes fall again allowing her hair to fall and hide her face.

[ Kuja : Caribbean : Shipwreck Cove ]

There was no response from Kuja- not immediately. 'Dawn's' eyes earned no sympathy from the cold, steel gaze of the Genome. His smirk did fall, however, as did his pleased air of capture.

"Then you are, in fact, a Replica," he stated, his tone lacking in its typical emotional flair. "I'm sorry, dear canary, but I'll not have such doppelganger reversal spoil this play again."

The Flare spells converged almost instantly. They weren't fatal, but the overall explosive strength would be enough to send her back into a wall.

By the time Dusk would be back up to her feet, Kuja was hovering just off the ground, the Light spheres spinning around him rapidly and his body moving as fluidly as the air surrounding them.

"We've already lost two to your games. It's time you bow out-" he said, and as he did, he lifted one hand, a Holy sphere flying into his hand and becoming a Fira ball. "-before I play your requiem!"

[[ Assume the spell strength is 13. ]]

[John.:Mothership:.Sleeping Quarters -> Mess Hall]

The joys of a food induced coma. John slipped away to find the nearest sleeping quarters while the others went to see the Grand Councilwoman. After a little ways of searching using some instincts, John was able to find a dark room just off the beaten path that looked like a sort of indoor barracks. He plopped down on the nearest bed out of fatigue and immediately fell fast asleep.

This sleep continued for a short period and right before he was completely taken away from the world, a piercing scream shot into his head. Immediately John sprang up only to smack the top of his head on the top of the bunk bed he was sleeping on. Cranky and in pain, John wandered back to the mess hall only to find Joe and Matthew.

"Hey fellas..." John said tiredly "Who the f*** is screaming bloody murder 'round here...?"

[Saint. biggrin ark Meridian - Dark Beach -> Dutchman - Deck]

Saint stayed knelt on the edge of the tide in the Dark Meridian staring on the horizon, filled with sorrow.

All is dead, friend. Everything you knew is f***ing dead, and what can you do about it...? Huh...

Over the black ocean, a wind came and enveloped Saint, giving him a sense of euphoric bliss: 'Blessed be the Black Chosen. Fell the Light. Ascend' He looked back only to find that he was alone. Frightened by this instance, he quickly sprang from his position and leaped forward into the portal only to find himself on the deck of a ship in the middle of an ocean. Wide eyed, Saint slowly calmed down as he was once again a part of the group...

((Hey guys. Sorry for lack of posting recently. Some of you guys know that I have been trying to get ready for my first year of college. After going to band camp and realizing it isn't for me i came home and now i am about to leave for it again. Hopefully my other post will be done tonight.))
[Ashley :: Caribbean Sea :: The Flying Dutchman]

"Looks like it is time to knock down this peon." Ashley thought to herself before she climbed onto the railing itself and sat on it.

"Ashley," Ashley said before her face turned into a twisted smirk. " and if I let you suck on my tongue, would you be greatful?"

Ashley then switched her attention for a second to the annoying man that had been on the boat. "Must be one of the old souls." Ashley thought to herself.

"Just so you know. 'Kuro'" Ashley said using air quotes on his name "Your standing on my territory. So 'dont forget it.'"

As Ashley turned to talk to Lucian again she felt a soft breeze come around her. 'Blessed be the Black Chosen. Fell the Light. Ascend.'

"Now I wonder what is going on that caused that wind?" Ashley said out loud for once. She quickly shrugged her shoulders and faced Lucian for what he was going to say.

((Woops, could have sworn I'd made a Demyx post before this. o_O Sorry, anyone who was waiting for me. >.<))

{Demyx .:. Hawaii .:. Mothership .:. Sleeping Quarters}

As his fingers wandered over Arpeggio's strings, one note flowing into the next with no conscious direction, Demyx almost missed Anthony's query. The wandering melody continued for a good five minutes, as some of the notes started to sound familiar and he strained to remember the rest of the song. Then, he remembered Anthony had asked him a question.

"Huh?" the Melodious Nocturne said intelligently, letting the notes die off. "Um, it's a sitar, not a guitar. And no, I wouldn't know how to play that song. Never heard it before."

Out of nowhere, the dancer girl shot bolt-upright in bed, asking a question that made no sense at all to the Nobody.

"What was what?" he asked, blinking over at the girl, right when someone else left. Demyx hadn't even noticed the other guy come in. Was that a good sign that he'd been so caught up in the music the kids could just wander around and not catch his attention? Being able to lose track of things like that was something he'd thought only someone with a heart could do. Then again, sometimes the other Nobodies could be so focused on a task they'd tune out the world around them. It was hard to say at this point...

Man, that Kyla chick got me thinking, Demyx realized. Makes my brain hurt.

[Anthony ~.~ Mothership ~.~ Sleeping Quarters]

"Psh... I knew that," Anthony said, a bit embarrassed his got the two instruments confused. "I meant sitar. Why in the world would I say guitar? It looks nothing like a guitar." The Earthling's eyes fell upon his chest as he began to feel guilty for lying. "Jay-kay... I can't tell the difference."

Suddenly, just as Dawn shot up from her sleep, so did the young man from his position as a scream echoed in his head. "What the deuce?!" the knight shouted, grabbing his head. For a moment, the scream sorta sounded like Kyle, though Anthony didn't know the other well enough to make an accurate correlation. He hasn't heard the boy scream before...

The young man looked from Demyx to Dawn, his eyes catching another leaving the room in his peripherals (when did he get here?). Worry and confusion were evident in his expression. "That scream just now...," he said, turning back to Demyx. "Someone was screaming over the trinity charms. Sounded like... he was in pain." The knight turned his head back to Dawn, and said, "Dawn... did that sound like... I mean, it couldn't have, right? We're safe on this ship, right?"

[Lucian ~.~ Caribbean Sea ~.~ The Flying Dutchman]

One of Lucian's hands slipped off the railing, causing him to nearly fall overboard, but he quickly hugged the railing with all four limbs to make sure he wouldn't fall over. The Replica was totally not expecting Ashley's response (given their violent nature, he was expecting to be drifting out into sea by now). "Yes...," he finally said, now sitting upright on the railing beside the girl. "I would be very grateful."

Just then, another Replica walked onto the deck and addressed himself as Kuro-Oni, or Kuro for short. The Fallen Knight did not recognize this one from the beach. He must be an oldie. Ashley was quick to threaten the newcomer, but the young man wouldn't be so quick to do the same. Sure he's carefree, but he's not an idiot... Kuro, like Ajora, wasn't someone he'd want to piss off right off the bat.

It wasn't long after when he felt a breeze pass through; however, instead of just blowing by, this one felt as if it embraced him. Just for a brief moment, Lucian felt... different. Then it was gone. Though before it disappeared, he heard a voice in his head.



The word "blessed" struck a nerve as the Replica was reminded of a Bible Study his original had heard long ago. "The Beatitudes... Blessed are... Happy are the Black Chosen."

He shook the memory out of his head and turned his attention back to Ashley. "Who cares where the wind came from," the Fallen Knight said. "You were saying something about sucking on your tongue..."

[ ??? : Flying Dutchman : Deck ]

"Mushy, smushy," Amy retaliated, offended, "It's #$!*in' dark. And I gotta tell ya, a ship in the middle of the ocean, my first thought, my very first one, was, 'By golly! we must be on the Flying Dutchman!' because obviously I had the layout of this piece of s**t floating device #!$*ing memorized from the #!*$ing movie, because, obviously, I pay attention to how a generic $#!$ing boat looks like when I'm being entertained at the cinema. #!#$. That. Sh!t." Amy was hardly finished. "When I'm at the cinema, I look at the hot $#!*ing men." She considered Valmar in a commanding way, and without losing any momentum from her speech, added, "Now take your shirt off."