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[[Louis : LoD : Throne Room]]

Louis suddenly felt all of his ice vaporizing in seconds in the presence of the intense heat. His footing let loose and he began falling. Several flare spells detonated all around him but none actually hit. He spun his body around mid fall and lended on his feet, glancing sharply in the direction of the Maester, "Damn... I'm lucky none of those hit me." He uttered rather loudly under his breath in anger. The next words boomed, loud enough for all of them to hear, "You're lucky! If it wasn't for him you'd all be dead! I'll be back, and when you see me again, it will be the last thing you see!"

That should be good enough...

Louis then turned and dashed for the exit, flying past all the earthlings and guards right out the main gate. Not stopping until he was clear of the imperial courtyard, and even then not stopping. He wouldn't stop until he was sure he was free of any human pursuers.

[Jenny :: BC/HT :: Dining Car]

The time mage fidgeted slightly with her hands, motioning them in hopes of an explanation. Little did she know, that hand motions didn't really help in explaining anything she said, she just did it subconsciously. If asked to explain, she would probably say that it made her feel less idle when she incorporated hand motions, but it more so made her appear frantic.

"Well, I didn't hear Zexion too well," Jenny trailed, turning a further shade red than the pink that flushed across her face from her outburst of tears and sniffles. She covered her nose when she thought about it, thinking that by now, it was probably glowing and red. Roger always did call her Rudolph... "but he asked me if her body remained, and I said yes... and well, he said that they must be holding her heart. Meaning, all we have to do... is retrieve the heart... right?"

[James : HT/BC : Lounge Car}

James was lost in his own little world, not even seeing Dawn leave the Lounge Car to go comfort Jenny, oblivious to the others around him, until that is he heard something hit the train from outside and then the sound of someone landing on the car. His instinctive senses, his hearing magnifying the sound somewhat and causing him to look up at the ceiling.

'What is going on?'

He tensed slightly, after what had already happened since they came out of the sewers he was definitely still on guard. But before he could do anything about it he saw Kyle come into the train dragging with him Cory's rev-blade and then giving the train commands. It sounded like orders that were basically saying that Cory and Timmy were no longer allowed on the train. Which was indeed a good idea in the corsair's mind. Lastly Kyle then threw the blade back out of the train, he was unable to see how far he went.

James' attention then turned to Joe as he finally stood up, saying they should contact Merlin. James nodded his head in agreement and understanding.

"Right, it's for the best. It's the safest place she could be right now."

As he said that yet again his hand went to the medallion around his neck, Disney Castle is where he had first been reunited with Michelle and where Michelle was now. For some reason his mind went on a strange tangent from there... One of the contributing factors to Michelle leaving he was sure, was the events that happened in Narnia. That spell that had almost cost both Michelle and James not only their relationship, but their lives. He then remembered, though he had apologized to those who had been near him as a whole... He had never truly made amends with Jenny about it all, and in his heart he felt that he wanted to do that and his eyes began to look around for the Time Mage.

{General Li Shang and Leon : Land of Dragons : Throne Room}

Shang nodded his head in understanding to his wife as she told him to stay and guard the Emperor. Between the two of them, she was probably the one who was in better shape. He watched carefully as she charged into battle against the mysterious fighter. It seemed though that the battle didn't last too long as the soldier soon retreated and the man named Seymour pursued.

"I think you're safe now Emperor."

Leon watched the fight as it occurred, it seemed that they had it under control and before he had decided to raise his gunblade at the opponent he left.

"Well that was interesting."

[ Silver : Lounge Car ]

"Roight den," Silver muttered as the others mentioned getting Merlin. The giant of a pirate-cyborg let one of his knubby-fingers run across the ex-White Mage's forehead, feeling the coldness of her skin. She was gone. Walking over to one of the panels, Silver typed in a multi-digit code, only to wait for a few moments as the machine seemed to whir to life, until finally-

"Ah, Silver! It hasn't been that long- have they already gotten the Enchantress?" Merlin's voice crackled through the speaker, somewhat jovial.

"Aye, Merlin, but... we lost one," he muttered into the speaker. There was a moment of silence.

"I see... I'm on my way," the wizard responded, much more solemn than before, only for a minor explosion of blue smoke to mark his teleportation into the train, in the center of the Lounge Car. Immediately, he scanned the depressing scene, his eyes slowly falling on the limp body of Rachel.

"Lost her heart?" Merlin muttered, turning to face Silver, whose nod could only barely be noticed.

"I was inside at the time... not that I could have helped," the Enchantress spoke up from one of the booths, her golden hair contrasting the morose look on her perfect features. "I was out of magic... I'd had to teleport them out of a cavern-"

"I don't think anyone blames you, milady," Merlin responded, only to glance around at the others. "I'm... sorry. There's nothing either of us can do for something like this..."

[Joseph: Train: Lounge Car]

Joseph stood there, staring at Merlin as he examined Rae, and sighed heavily. It was now or never. He had to go through with his decision.

Going up to the wizard, the male grabbed his hand and put the knuckles to his own forhead, as if praying or thanking or something along those lines to Merlin.

"I...I thought about it. About going with her when you take her. I could get out of this. Not have to worry anymore about being there if others got like this...but I won't. Please, take care of her because I can't.

I have something else to do."

And with that, he let go of Merlin's hand and looked at Rae. "Goodbye. I'll see you again, eventually."

And with that, the male turned and walked out of the lounge car, heading further and further into the train, ignoring everyone till he got to the Training car. He closed the door behind himself, and sighed as he leaned against the door.

He hated goodbyes like that with a passion...and hated funerals, too...

[ Kyle : Training Room ]

"Again."

With the single-word command, the magical targets spawned once again, each at different distance and angle. Kyle immediately began to blast them, rapidly knocking them over faster and faster with his Banish abilities, practically destroying them out of pure instinct.

This was, at least, his eighth time going through the routine. Due to the time alteration that went on in the Training Car, as well as the automatically-restorative qualities that refreshed his energy with every moment. Of course, that made Kyle want to work harder- he needed to feel the burn. He needed to know his limits. But he didn't care enough to change the 'rules' of the training car.

As the last target fell, a large, thick one appeared in the distance- one Kyle had specifically designed to come up in the 'programing'- the Train really just figured out what you wanted and made it possible. This target would not go down with his basic, weak Banish spell. It was made for the sole purpose of trying out different techniques.

Magic was an art, and art was limited only by one's imagination.

As Kyle stared down the car toward the target, he held his arms out to his sides, enveloping his arms in the yellow-white glow of Divine Intervention (charging his body with the Holy magic that made his abilities possible). Banish was one method of 'releasing' the energies, requiring such a minuscule amount that it could hardly be considered 'magic'. This move, however, was more than a simple 'push'; it was also more than an indiscriminate wave of energy, ala Holy Wave, an ability channeled through his weapon.

Thrusting his arms in front of him, with the two meeting in the center and palms facing the target, all of the Holy aura that had covered his arms was focused into the center and released in a beam of pure Holy energy, striking the bulls-eye of the target, which withstood the blast for all of a few seconds before shattering and disappearing.

The Redemption blast- a new, more focused weapon in Kyle's arsenal.

.:You've been going at this for thirty minutes now; you can't ignore reality forev-:.

"Again."

[ Kyle : Training Room ]

"Huh?"

Kyle's stance faltered just as he began to fire the first Banish spell, missing his target entirely. Turning to glance at Joe after he spoke, he watched with a worried glance as the bo wielder attempted to smile. His heart sank as the male failed, instead returning to one of cold stoicism. Why did his face sink?

.:Kyle, you know this path is painful, stop-:.

"She was a sister to you, wasn't she."

.:You cannot continue this-!:.

"To all of you."

.:His death was not your-:.

"Saved her from Oogie, but not from Elleon," Kyle muttered, facing the ground off to the side with a cold glare. His fingers seemed contort, as if trying to grasp at something, or play piano keys, over and over, just contorting in his frustration. By this point, a thin, translucent yellow-white aura surrounded him, like steam floating off of him.

"Mom's dead, Kyle, she's dead, the Heartless, they, they-"

"I told you to stay in the corner, Josh, you keep your back safe if-"

"Just sat back, didn't I? Sat back and watched," he continued; by this point he was ignoring Joe all together, practically talking to himself. His shoulders rolled back as he looked up somewhat at the wall now, as if he could see someone. By this point, the Holy aura was more visible, more intense; even his eyes seemed to glow somewhat, but it might have just been a gleam. He clenched his fists, trembling somewhat.

"-AGH!"

"Josh! JOSHUA! ANSWER ME-"

"Could have done something. Didn't do anything," he seethed, craning his neck. He saw the targets, but they weren't targets- they were all the same image, over and over. Elleon glaring at them, holding Rae's heart. The aura radiated before suddenly being soaked into his arms, which were only barely visible through the light. "Did nothing but watched. Watched. I didn't do ANYTHING!"

With the sudden explosion of his voice, he threw out one hand in an arc, a thick beam of energy destroying the targets in his path with pathetic ease (they were made for Banishes), and tearing up the walls along the train itself. The other hand, he brought upward diagonally across a few, doing the same. By this point, he was simply shouting in pent-up-anger, ravaging the car without hesitation, without sense. Sure, the train merely recovered by itself, but it didn't stop his breakdown.