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[ ??? : Flying Dutchman : Deck ]

"I could use a minion, now that you mention it," Amy's replica replied. Man or minion: it was easy to confuse the two. "Right now what I really want is cup, a simple little cup, for this here barrel of rum." She was nothing if not single-minded.

[Matthew, Joe :-: Red Rose :-: Training Room]

Matt was fully prepared for Joe to keep on charging at him; as such he was surprised when his friend blurred out of the way. Before he knew it, he felt Joe's feet connect with his back and toss him to the ground. He fell with a loud thud, but was able to scramble up to his feet to brace himself.

"So we're gonna play it that way are we?" eyeing Joe. he raised his scimitar up in front of him as a guard and pointed at the brawler with his free hand. "Fine then. Electrocute!" he called out, sending a lightning bolt down on Joe from above.

The male would've landed hard, but stuck out his hand towards the ground, catching himself on it and turning on it. With his head pointed towards Mathy, he curled his feet under him and dashed foward, drawing a fist back and letting it fly, only to make contact with the flat of Mathy's blade and a lightning bolt to strike him.

It hurt, but not enough to stop the male. He ducked down and lashed out his leg in a sweep, hoping to knock Mathy off his feet. And it worked, so the male struck upward, knocking the blue mage into the air and following him up there with a jump. He lashed out in a flurry of strike, swinging his feet and fists, occasionally spinning, a delayed wind blade occasionally lashing out from him, before delivering a final strong blow to knock Mathy away. Joe landed on his feet, his staff up in a guard.

"Sh*!" Matt yelped when he felt his legs leave from underneath him. He grunted in pain when Joe kicked him up into the air after finishing his sweep. Once Joe started raining blows down on him, he forced himself to just grit his teeth and sharply inhale air so that he wouldn't look weak to Joe. As soon as Joe let up though, he felt a familiar tingle throughout his body.



'Yes!' he confirmed mentally, and next thing he knew he was back on the ground. Standing back up, he started thinking of how to disable Joe, since he was far too fast to keep up with. 'Psst, mix up a Maiden's Kiss with an Arctic Wind,' his summon suggested. 'What'll that do?' 'Just trust me on this!'

Matt took in a deep breath and dispelled his scimitar, then focuses on the ingredients. Immediately a vial filled with a ruby red liquid and a blue sphere that seemed to have a howling wind blowing inside it appeared in his hands. "Mix!" Matt called out, then brought the items together. From his hands a pair of blue, ethereal lips formed and started flying at Joe. Matt didn't know it, but they had a chance of slowing down the victim they touched.

What the f*** is that?!

Joe turned from it and ran, only to feel it's etherial 'smooch' right on his rump. And it...didn't do anything other than make it really, really awkward.

Only not, as Joe once again charged at Mathy.

'...Good work guy.' was all Matt had to say to his summon. He decided to follow Joe's lead and charged at him after summoning his scimitar back. Still needing a way to slow down Joe, he settled on the tried and true method of actually attacking the legs. Still charging at Joe, he extended his hand towards his friend, palm angled to his legs. "1000 Needles!" With that, a rows of needles formed ahead of Matt and fired themselves at Joe's legs. Should that fail, he was prepared to meet Joe with his weapon.

Joe's wind barrier was an effective measure against the needles, most being stopped by it. And of course the rest...missing, as Joe had jumped up into the air to strike down at Mathy with his staff.

"No you don't!" Matt followed Joe into the air and upon meeting with him, started whipping his scimitar at the man in a frenzy. Matt hated to do such a thing to his closest friend, but he had done the same to Matt not ten seconds earlier. Upon finishing his own rendition of Aerial Arcanum, he took the hilt of his scimitar and slammed it into Joe's torso, throwing him down to the ground.

Joe...did not see that coming. The flat of the scimitar struck him the side of the head for the first blow, the second barely cutting into his abdomen. The rest of the slices all made contact with Joe's staff as he tried to defend, the blade still coming in contact with his arms and shoulders, giving him numerous cuts before the hilt slammed him down to the ground and the male bounced away from Mathy, partially from force, partially from guiding himself that way with his wind.

The fighter didn't have a lot left in him, he could tell that, and Mathy probably could, too. But adrenaline seemed to be kicking in, his breathing becoming faster without the feeling of hyperventilation, his body's movements becoming quicker. He'd have to use this moment to strike.

The male rushed in, staff discarded to the side and his fist going right for Mathy's gut.

Matt landed on his feet a fair bit away from where Joe landed, and he was able to watch Joe get ready to come at him again. 'I know it failed last time, but anymore bright ideas? I don't want to hurt him anymore,' he asked his summon. 'Try a Maiden's Kiss and Zeus' Wrath!' Sighing because he was sure this was going to fail already, Matt dispelled his scimitar and called up the items. This time the sphere he summoned was yellow, and looked to have electricity crackling inside it. "Mix!" he called out as he bonded the items. Again a pair of lips formed, except this time they were yellow in coloration. Just as Joe was only a couple feet in, they fired off at him.

Joe didn't care about the lips. They didn't matter. Though, as they touched his face as his fist made contact with Mathy's gut, he felt something. Something that made him crumple to the floor.

He couldn't move, his body paralyzed. He lay there on the floor, struggling, but his body not responding.

And it infuriated him to the point of screaming in bloody rage.

Matt kneeled down by the prone figure, took off his mask and looked him in the eyes. "That's it Jojo; I won, so I get to stay." He took his blade and pointed it at Joe. "Coup de grace, or killing stroke, or whatever makes this official." He then dispelled his scimitar, put his mask back on, and helped Joe up to his feet.

[John.:Red Rose:.Girl's Bathing Room]

John halfway expected the torrent of rage and excuses from the women, and slightly laughed to himself nervously when Kyla began to use her motherly voice, but the one thing that irked him heavily was Demyx's remark...

He let his silence linger, as to make it obvious the comment was unnecessary to what he was trying to achieve.

"I..." John trailed off, and walked out feeling like an idiot..

God f**king damn Demyx... damn all of them... damn it...

John walked on aimlessly, tired, and extremely depressed. This was the feeling that really made him want to die. Bonding time dead, and his one attempt to try and meet the other group, dead as well. All dead. Dead dead dead. Nothing to live for right now, but to just crawl up in a god damn hole and die...

*stream of consciousness*

Obviously being bonded was not the same as being open to each other, and John didn't want to know the difference in his current state. Everything, once again, was getting muddled, and he could feel the temptations of dark thoughts seeping into his head. Anger, and hatred, and depression, and misery all seeping out into a black ball of thought.

He hated his life, all of it. Every inch of his existence always once it seemed to get better got effed up at the next turn:

1. Come back from Disney Castle, get chastised for speaking down to a possessed emperor

2. Do well in battle, and find a friend and then ruin everything by seeing half of them naked.

Now all he needed was someone to come by and put a spear through his head to rid him of his fake existence in a hellhole purgatory that he never chose to be a part of. Why him? Why in god's name was this his punishment for living?

There was no reason in life for his torment. Nothing to live for... and no one to save him if he fell.

For who would even want to save him... nobody even knew him.

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[Saint.:Flying Dutchman:.Deck]

Saint looked down to his wooden stein in his hand completely empty and immediately placed it into the Amy replica's chest.

"F**k ya then, take it. There's plenty more where that came from..." Saint stumbled over to of the fish pirates, smiled, and punched him square in the mouth. He didn't see what happened to the pirate. He only turned around, stretched a little and exclaimed, "Boy that felt good..."

{Demyx .:. Hawaii .:. Red Rose}

Demyx saw the look on John's face before the other man left. It took Demyx a bit to realize that he may have said something wrong, when in reality he was simply attempting to tease. He had apparently lost the knack for it, or John was less receptive to a good-natured jab than the other Earthlings.

The Melodious Nocturne turned to the bathing ladies and shrugged, quite clearly puzzled as to John's reaction.

"Dunno what his problem is," he said. "He didn't apologize, though. I'll bring him back for you ladies, don't worry!"

With that, he headed out of the ladies room and tracked John down. When he caught up to the Warrior, Demyx attempted to put him in a headlock.

"Get back in there, big guy," the Melodious Nocturne said as he tried to drag John back to the ladies' room. "You could at least apologize for interrupting their bath time!"

{Bobbi .:. Red Rose .:. ...men's room?}

Bobbi looked up as the door opened, and blushed right down to her toes when she saw Sora stumble in. She was a little too surprised to avert her gaze as he headed over to the urinals. And that was when she saw them for the first time, too.

Aw, crap, she thought as the sound of Sora's zipper echoed off the tile. I did not just take a trip into the guy's room.

~:You should have paid more attention,:~ Shiva chided.

You could have warned me! the Archer responded hysterically, but all she got back was Shiva's wry chuckle. Outwardly she was calm, save for the blush, but her heart was pounding hard enough she was surprised Sora didn't hear it. It wasn't so much that she had a problem with people seeing her naked--she had a severe lack of shame, after all. It was that she was reneging on the boys' privacy.

She forced herself to calmly continue scrubbing, working her way up her biceps to her shoulder. She was kind of glad she'd decided to work on the arm nearest the urinals, so that way she was at least partially hiding her breasts.

Although an impish little part of her that she tried to quash was itching to find out how Sora would react to a Girl in his domain...

[Alice :: Castle That Never Was :: Where Nothing Gathers]

Alice twisted her head slightly to the side, glancing at Ajora through a curtain of black locks. She preferred not to turn her head completely, after all, she still had to keep tabs on the others. Trust was a funny thing amidst them; for all the formalities, smiles and champagne glasses, they were still all replicas. Beings that breathed nothing but darkness.

So, Alice gave a small smile and kept quiet. Ajora was smart, he knew that not a single of the Darkwalkers would set aside their own personal agenda for another. Alice wasn't stupid; she knew that no matter how strong they were now, if they went solo against all the Earthlings... they wouldn't last five minutes.

.:He certainly has his way with words, doesn't he? Don't get too taken with what he says. Haha! The whole lot of you are despicable~ :. CúChulainn commented wryly, with a throaty chuckle forming. He was amused. To the Esper of Poison, Ajora was perfectly suited as Ultima's avatar. He had the conniving trait down straight to the dot.

Ah, but unlike you; I'm not stupid enough to get tricked like that. More over, tricked twice. Now, keep your comments to yourself. Alice responded without as much as a muscle movement on the outside. Cúchulainn's chuckle broke off abruptly as the animator's words mad a jab at imprudence of the Scions. Alice allotted a smile to work its way up her lips, welcoming the silence in her mind as she turned her attention to the Enslaved Replicas.

[Azrael: Castle That Never Was: Where Nothing Gathers]

Azrael was still lounging in his chair, cigarette burning lazily in his mouth with his eyes closed. Blah blah blah, when would they finally get to the point. Needless to say, it more or less looked like that yes, Az indeed had dozed off, cig still in his mouth. Of course, he was still quite conscious, but whatever, right?

[ Ajora ; James ; Replica Procession : Castle That Never Was : Where Nothing Gathers ]

"Until the last of us die, if I have any say over it," Ajora muttered back, and though nothing about him changed physically, such as pose or expression, the utterance carried with it the undercurrents of a sinister promise to Nicholas.

"Alright, well!" he announced, standing from his chair and strolling toward the table before turning to Alice, holding out a hand for her to take. "Ladies first, my dear. Come, take your pick, I'm sure you'll be satisfied-- but only one. We must share, after all."

As he said 'take your pick', one of his legs stretched toward the table, and with a swift motion, he started its rapid spinning, causing the Replicas standing on it to blur, round and round.

"Tell me, mia bell'amica, do you know how to convert someone's very essence into life force in order to absorb it?"

[[ I'll edit this post with their values when I get home within the next hour xD ]]