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[Kyla: Red Rose: Mens Bathing Chambers]


“Well.. in this case, nothing really changes. It’s all just an illusion. On the outside it looks like I’m holding a keyblade- but in reality it’s still just my book, I can even feel its spin in my fingers still.”
She swung the object back and forth- “I suppose I could pretend even further and launch ‘birn strikes’ from it- but in actually fact they’re just appearing from my pages as always.”

Kyla continued to explain her theasis to her friends when Anthony came into the bathing chambers. She was so engrossed in explaining that she didn’t pay him much mind- she was still ‘concealed’ in the way that mattered.
“Practical application of these illusions does have it’s advantages. If you want to throw the more intelligent enemy a surprise, I could disguise your staff to look like some wind elemental keyblade- you’re staff is still the same underneath though, same shape and application- in fact you may need to be careful if the extended tip which will obviously be longer then a keyblade, might hit someone if you’re not careful.”

“What matters is the shock value. You want to sneak into replica HQ- as your own replica or someone else, we can try it now obviously. ..Though I guess you’d have to get the acting down to a T, also I can’t do anything about changing your original properties, if someone there can sense darkness they’re obviously going to notice the sudden – lack there of- in your physiology.”

And that’s about the time Anthony freaked out- and for a second Kyla actually looked at herself. Was her illusion failing?! She checked and didn’t see the soft mounds of her own feminine equipment showing beyond the concealing veil.. Nope, she followed Anthony’s line of vision in time to see Bobbi..well…fondling herself. She was brazenly checking his claim about her gender like checking merchandise for missing parts. It was very funny actually. Though she felt guilty, Anthony had more than one woman in this room to worry about.

At first thought he really didn’t seem to notice and or care now that Bobbi was the center of his attention, and just as she was about to dismiss her ‘false-key-image’ from her book, Anthony asked who was the new addition; aka- herself.

“Ummm..I’m just an artist.” She dismissed the illusion on her book, revealing the leather bound book, before dismissing that too. Now unarmed she sat back down into the tub and gathered some soap in her hand and began to scrub her neglected hair.

“..there is one other things I’ve been meaning to use. I’ve not the opportunity- but it does address the question if my powers can- or cannot manipulate other people physically. It’s called Inked Exchange.”

{Genesis : Land of Dragons : Bamboo Thicket}

Genesis smirked at her answer, it seemed that she was intentionally keeping with the poetic wording as she explained her intentions. He knew from his meeting with Kefka and Sephiroth that she was referring to the the group of Earthlings who were trying to restore their home. She had no other intentions than to stop them from succeeding.

"I see, and if they succeed? What happens then?" he asked, trying to gain a deeper understanding of the situation. His knowledge was limited and he wondered if she knew any better than he.

He pocketed the Loveless book and began to walk around, as if pacing as he waited for an answer. As he did so, he switched his rapier from his right hand to his left. His right hand then came up to his left shoulder, the one with the wing, and rubbed at it with a slight hiss.

[Dusk : Land of Dragons : Bamboo Thicket]

"I'd be damned if I know," Dusk said as she leaned against the bamboo looking up into the sky as the wind seemed to move her hair, "What I do know is that after all the pain they've inflicted and the binding chains they represent, they don't deserve to be live."

Dusk paused as she sighed as the larger of her creations seemed to twitch his ears from where it still sat at her feet.

After several moments of silence she looked up at Genesis as she continued, "They say that everything happens for a reason and you can't undo what has been done. Am I right?"

{Bobbi .:. Red Rose .:. Men's Baths}

Bobbi was still underwater when Anthony asked if it was safe, and even though she couldn't actually hear his exact words, his tone made it clear enough. She grinned evilly, though it couldn't be seen past the edge of the tub. As she came back up from her rinsing, Bobbi shook the water from her ears just in time to catch the tail end of what Kyla was saying. Which, of course, meant the words were garbled beyond all recognition for the Archer.

"What about blinking change?" she asked innocently. That was the second time in about ten minutes she'd misheard something because of the bathing.

{Genesis : Land of Dragons : Bamboo Thicket}

Genesis unintentionally grasped at his left shoulder again as he listened to her reply. So she didn't know any better than the rest of them did it seemed. She just seemed very determined to make sure that the Earthlings did not succeed. She had truly convinced herself that they did not deserve to live. He remained silent, continuing his slight pacing as he thought on her words.

"So they say," he replied. "Does that make it so wrong to try though? If you had something precious worth holding onto. Would you not fight to keep it safe, or to get it back if you lost it?"

[ Narration : Dutchman ]

Despite the gunner replica's efforts, the Dutchman did not sink; in fact, nothing at all seemed to change. Looking into the gaping maw of the ship's wound, water could be seen gushing into the lower decks, only to be somehow absorbed by the grimy coral and mollusks that enveloped the majority of the ship. In fact, the Dutchman even seemed to be repairing itself-- the hole was slowly shrinking as seaweed and coral grew at a startling pace. It was only a matter of moments before there were no holes at all- including in the deck. If anyone stepped on the spot where the holes had been, it would feel just as before, almost as if the wood itself had grown back.

Perhaps this would be shocking to some, but the many anthropomorphic fish-pirates only seemed to roll their eyes before getting back to work. This was the Flying Dutchman, after all: the legendary, living ship which could sail even underwater; crewed by the souls of those lost at sea but granted immortality; captained by the fearsome Davy Jones, who had ripped out his own heart, put it into a box, and remained just as lively as before; and granted power by the mythical heathen goddess Calypso herself. It would take a lot more than a few holes in the hull to sink this monstrosity.

[[Louis : Castle that Never Was : Altar of Naught]]

[[BGM: Home of the Brotherhood]]

The Avatar of Corruption had found his place before Ajora's arrival on the edge of the altar. He sat with Rera behind him, both staring up at the sky, and consequently, that world.

Rera turned and leaned on one of its over-sized upper limbs, eyeing Ajora only to turn away, seemingly recognizing him as a friend. Louis tilted his head slightly to the side and nodded to Rera, dismissing him into wisps of darkness escaping the crystalline shell and a heart that soon vanished into a black hole. The body left behind crumbled and turned to shimmering dust.

After he'd vanished, Louis lifted his head up to the sky and let out a long sigh. The helmet let out a hiss, then folded back in layers away from his face. He no longer feared to reveal his identity. The others did not yet know, he preferred to keep it that way, but Ajora already knew near all there was to know about him... more than Louis cared for.

Underneath the helmet was a face mask that covered his nose and below and wrapped around to the joints of his jaw. Along the edges, it became obvious the mask was not simply there for aesthetics where one could spot hundreds, even thousands of tiny tendrils of darkness sewn in and out of the pores, locking the mask tightly to his face and causing very minor bruising. The bags under his eyes were exaggerated further than normal by the paleness of his skin that almost looked blue as though he was suffering from something close to hypothermia.

He turned and gave Ajora a glance out of one ink-shot eye then spoke, his voice still masked to a demonic tone, regardless of his will, "You can get headaches?" Louis asked bluntly. He knew the answer was obvious but he felt the need to ask anyway. The replicas were... strange at best. Anything that helped him understand beings he aided in bringing to life, he would take.

Louis laughed, surprisingly with genuine enthusiasm that survived even the altered voice, "Of course you do... you going to be okay?" The second portion of the comment was void of the same sincerity, though it seemed he was trying to be polite.

[[Louis : Castle that Never Was : Altar of Naught]]

"Wear a seal that allows you entry into my mind, or hold onto a possibly incriminating item that could compromise my position," Louis replied, taking his eyes off the replica and looking back up at the sky, "I suppose it's up to you. I don't very much care for keeping in touch with the others... there's little need for me to be in touch with them nearly as much as I could be in contact with you directly through the seal... and the seal is far easier to hide under my hair, the charm is an object.. easily discovered... and once discovered, incriminating beyond repair."

"Don't get me wrong," Louis stated after a few seconds of silence, "I'd love nothing more than to have you out of my head... no offence... like anyone I do prefer having a monopoly on my own mind. Only I have to admit it's a difficult trade off. I could always keep the charm somewhere else... but then what good does it do me if I can't use it when I need it most?"

"Why do I get the feeling you were directing part of that at me?"

"Why indeed..."