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[Dusk : Caribbean : Dutchman's Deck]

Dusk had been standing on the edge of the ship watching the sea with the wind blowing around her. It was incredibly boring here. Why the hell was she here anyway? Stupid ship and it's stinky fish s**t. If it wasn't for her interest in what the fools were up to. For now she was doing what she could do and just relax with the wind and the sea air on her face. If it wasn't for that keeping her mildly calm, she would of probably been bitching everyone out.

Her 'calm' was soon ended when she heard an annoying voice shouting along the deck asking stupid questions. Man was he annoying. She narrowed her eyes and turned at Nick.

"The Cruise is great," she said with her voice, leaking with sarcasm, "Though the hospitality isn't much to speak about. I would greatly appreciate if you would be a good pool boy and get me something to drink."

[Kyla: Atlantica: Throne Room/ArielsCove??? ]


They were about to leave the throne room when their pack grew in leaps and bounds. Bobbi swam out of nowhere and joined them, much to Kyla’s delight. If there was a moment when she needed Bobbi’s enthusiastic confidence, it was now.
“The more the Merrier Bobbi, we’re all eventually going to be there right?”
Next to arrive were Kyle and Noelle.

Kyla felt Kyle’s approach long before she saw him, the sensation of his presence coming closer into proximity, just like when she went to find him. It was like feeling the sun get hotter on the skin, warm and growing with intensity. It was enough to make the artist wonder just how much power was pulsing through him now... just how much was her spell concealing from view? She could feel its effects still in place. When they approached Kyla could see his eyes aglow with the energy but was satisfied her illusion was still in place. Noelle looked as worried as she was, and was helping Kyle find his way.
Kyla hadn’t the chance yet to really speak to her, but she noticed the distinct change in her… something was more…mature… but less tortured like the last time she saw her. Like something was settled in her person. It brought a wary yet present confidence she could feel radiating from her- yes, something had changed and perhaps for the better.

She was stronger.

Matt brought up a fair point about his question and Kyla would shrug, “I wouldn’t put it past them, it would be like Narnia perhaps. We’ve fought thousands of heartless before- what I’m more concerned about is Ajora’s ‘new toys’. They looked like nasty pieces of work… well made I admit- but I can’t make them out yet what they’re capable of beyond physical feature references- and that doesn’t leave me with much.”

With this anomaly they needed a plan- and it seemed Kyle was on the same page with this.

“Let’s hear it...eerrr wait a sec-.” She responded, but while cracking open her book again in anticipation for orders or any suggestions she noticed they were a few short.
Kyla was sure there were more people with them right? Kyla would be seen side glancing while she listened wondering where the other Kyle- the one with the hat, and the Masked girl had gone off to.

" There are some missing- do they have charms as well?"

Sayrike::Atlantica::City

"I'm from Southern California," she said, answering Kyle's second question first. She always felt a bit embarrassed admitting to it, like she was bragging or something. "You guys have a much better song than us, though--'Cleveland Rocks' totally beats out 'California Girls.' I'm jealous." Hopefully not too many people brought that up, but when had Sayrike honestly met anyone from Cleveland before? Never, that's when. So might as well do it now.

"Well..." Sayrike's mouth scrunched off to the side while she tried to think of a good way to phrase the past week. "I wouldn't quite call my adventures crazy, but they weren't exactly pleasant. Just kidnapping, starving, dehydration, like three days with no sleep--you know, the good stuff." She gave a chuckle. "The others came in after I crashed in Port Royal from Pirates of the Caribbean. Some guards had finally caught on to me hiding out in the woods, though now I wonder if someone had just tipped 'em off...What kinda trouble were you in, exactly?"

To answer Kyle's last question, Sayrike simply summoned her mirrors. "I'm your defensive gal!" she grinned. "I don't know if you're the type to just power into battle, but...well, if you're not, I'll do my best to keep the minion's off of ya while you get the dirty work done." She neatly sidestepped the other details of her magic. Sayrike still wasn't quite sure who she could trust, and so far no one knew everything about her magic yet. She hoped to keep it that way, at least as long as she could. No use leaking everything to everyone just yet. As Kyle's sand snake slithered by, Sayrike let it run by under her hand. "That's a really neat trick there. Maybe you should teach it to me sometime!" she joked. Not that she would want to Learn that particular trick from him anyway...she'd wait to see what he had in battle first.

[Jenny :: Atlantica :: Throne Room]

Jenny smiled at Kyla, feeling her cheeks pulse a bright pink as she looked to the ground as if suddenly finding reason to admire the mosaic filtering of light on the sea floor. Before she could respond, Matthew swam up and his question seemed to summon up a new horde of anxiety butterflies in her stomach. She forcefully shoved them down in determination and nodded alongside Kyla's assessment. "I'm pretty good at minor crowd control, but the Replicas... that's definitely something to worry about."

It seemed then that a majority of the group convened, even Kyle had emerged from his hiding spot. Battle plan? That could be useful, she wondered if it was just her, feeling as lost and hopeless before the big battle.

[ Kyle ; Sora ; Seymour : Atlantica : Ariel's Cove ]

"And grab those without Charms, if you could, like Seymour and Yuffie. Also, Joe probably still has his muted, so backhand him and bring him along, too."

Kyle took a stabilizing breath; it wasn't too obvious, but to the few who were eyeing him like a hawk, it was a bit more labored than normal.

"I can give a visual of the army again, in case some of you didn't get to see," Kyle said, looking around. He tried to avoid eye contact for any longer than necessary. "It's still pretty vivid from last night. As for his new soldier toys, I've got a fair idea what the ones we've seen are capable of."

"Brought Seymour along!" Sora called out, swimming toward the group. "We were just over with the princesses, Seymour was helping set up the amplifying thingy."

"Gathering to strategize, I take it?" the Maester asked, lazily coming up behind Sora with his squid-like bottom half.

[Elleon ~ Carribean Sea ~ Dutchman's Deck]

Elleon stepped out of a Dark Corridor onto the deck of the Dutchman just in time to hear Dusk, Lucian and Nick bantering. She sighed and flicked a stray lock of golden hair from her made-up face. Children would be children.

"Calm your tits." She seethed at them all with an air of superiority. Her heels clicked on the deck as she walked up the stairs to the helm. Without looking at Ajora she sat up on the railing, tossing her legs over the side and looking down at the others on the main deck. Artemis wasn't there, something seemingly a bit strange. But, with Artemis being her Unversed, she knew where she would be and who was in her presence. She finally tilted her head toward Ajora, giving him a knowing look. "Sleep well, Ajora?"

[Dusk : Caribbean : Dutchman's Deck]

Dusk glared at the two fools as they both snapped at her. Soon followed by the b***h that waltzed onto the ship.

"What-the-f*&)-ever" Dusk said, obviously pissed. "I was behaving until d**k came on being a d**k." she pointed to Nick rolling her eyes, "Don't worry I won't kill anyone, yet.

She looked in the direction of Ajora and Elleon, glaring, mainly at Ajora, "Though I can't say that will last if we sit here doing nothing. When are you planning on moving this ship?"