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{Demyx .:. Shipwreck Cove .:. Black Pearl}

The Melodious Nocturne looked up as one of the kids decided to talk to him. He chuckled at her questions, and made a patting motion with his hands.

"Now now," he said in a patronizing tone, "No need to act like that. Sure I'm not much of a fighter. I'm a recon kinda guy, you know? I--"

Right about then was when Axel decided to poke his flaming head up, and Demyx broke off to wave at his fellow Nobody.

"All clear, cap'n!" he responded jovially to Axel's quip.

[[Louis : Shipwreck Cove : Dark Room]]

{Sometime After the Atlantica Squad departed}

There was a dull thus as a large barrel dropped a couple inches onto the floor from a portal hovering just above. Louis counted the barrels and nodded with a satisfactory smile, "Good, that should do it." Louis rubbed his index finger and thumb together, breaking the black grit off his skin, "Next..."

"Hey..." a voice from a rather soiled looking pirate caught Louis' ear and drew his attention, "What are you doing down here?"

"Oh, my apologies, your captain asked to stock up on extra supplies before heading out," the arcanist smiled and patted the top of the last barrel.

The man didn't seem convinced, and turned slowly, "You stay here, I'll check with the captain."

Louis smiled cheerfully, "No problem, I'll wait," as the man turned, Louis didn't move, but a shadow rocketed across the small room. The man stopped in place and trembled. Before a force blending with the darkness jerked him back, pulling him into the darkness where he vanished forever from sight, "Thank you for your cooperation."



[[Louis : Shipwreck Cove : Upper Walkway -> Deck]]

{Now}

Louis strolled along the outside wall of shipwreck cove, a winding walkway heading down to the docks. In his hands, he held a small bit of cloth he ran between his fingers, staining it red. He looked around, observing the lower levels with a keen eye, searching for one individual. At last he spotted him, Barbosa.

As Louis opened a portal, he discarded the cloth off the side of the walkway and disappeared. Moments later, he reappeared on the docks, shouting up to Barbosa, "Captain, I have an urgent message for you. I'm told to deliver it in private, can you spare a moment?"

[Elleon ~ Paris ~ Beauvais Manor Bedroom]

Elleon stepped from behind the dressing screen in the corner wearing a thin silk robe. She glanced at Ajora as he started to speak, nodding briefly before sitting down at the vanity table. The Replica grabbed a large makeup brush and powdered some rouge on her porcelain skin then swiped a touch of lipstick on her bottom lip. She would give her hair and all the rest more attention later. Ajora's small movements caught her eye in the mirror, diverting her attention back to him. She turned around in her chair with a smirk.

"Well, I don't have any other plans, and the manor is empty . . . the kitchen prepares dinner in the late evening--wine and hors d'oeuvres are served beforehand. Don't be late, I'm terribly impatient." The blonde replied, turning back to her mirror to fuss more with makeup, "Oh, and take Artemis along, won't you? Otherwise she's a waste."

[John.:Shipwreck Cove:.Black Pearl]

"Duuuude," John exclaimed, "Floating's like the f***ing best thing I've ever experienced. Like, I've always wanted to fly and I've been fascinated with this sort of stuff and birds and... and everything about it! I mean, sure it ain't flying, but it's close enough!"

"And you," John said as he nudged Anthony on the shoulder with his fist, "What sorta special s**t can you do? Maybe makes ladies underwear disappear yeh?"

[ Barbossa : Shipwreck Cove : Black Pearl Deck ]

Barbossa, as with 'King' Elizabeth and Jack, was preparing his precious Pearl for combat. Earlier in the morning, he'd gone down into the brig to check on their 'special' cargo, and now he was barking orders at his crew-- keep the cannons at the ready, triple check every sail knot, make certain there was an ample supply of ammunition...

So, when someone shouted from the docks about an 'urgent' message that had to be delivered in private, he was immediately suspicious. His crew was on the ship, so it wasn't one of his own. It wasn't Jack or Elizabeth, as they would simply outright tell him. He didn't give much of a damn about the other Pirate Lords, either, so he wouldn't waste time worrying about their petty private concerns.

Glancing over the ship's railing, however, he spotted a familiar young man. Right, the young lad travelling with the Earthlings. The interesting one. The one that snapped while they were trapped in the Dutchman's brig.

He inhaled deeply through his nose for a moment, seeming to muse over a response with a sly grin.

"I've no time for trivialities, boy!" he shouted toward the docks. "If it be so urgent, then just say it outright and save us both some time!"

[ Ajora : Paris : Bedchamber ]

The dragoon chuckled before rising, the shadows nearby melding around him as he did into what appeared to be simple crimson robes, their hood down so that his face was still visible. He walked over to Elleon, standing behind her as he glanced at her reflection.

"She can tag along, though I have to make a stop or two," he responded, looking into her eyes before smirking. "I'll catch you later."

Without another word, he turned around and stepped straight into a Corridor. It remained open so that she could direct Artemis through it.

[Noelle ~ Atlantica ~ Ariel's Cove ]

The strange little differences in Kyle didn't make Noelle any less concerned. Curious maybe, but it wasn't exactly reassuring. She opened her mouth to reply but he had to excuse himself to a distraction. While he was dealing with . . . whatever he was dealing with, Noelle reached into her seed pouch which had, strangely, stayed dry on the inside. Those dresspheres were curious things. She pulled out what she needed and pressed it into the sand. Despite being under water the process of growing things was no different. Little leafy sprouts pushed up from the sand very easily, but it was the root that she was after. Once it was ready she pulled it up from the ground and pulled the stems off the top. Her American Ginseng elixir sat inside the hollowed out root--she hoped it might help Kyle's energy even if just a little bit.

"Anxious," she replied with a small, fake smile, approaching and holding the elixir out for him to take. "But, then again, when am I not? Here, drink this. It'll help."

While she was close she tried to concentrate. She didn't have the time to sit and meditate. It was a struggle just to use that sixth sense without preparation, and with such little practice, but if she made herself really still . . .