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[Kyla: Narnia: Outside Cathedral]

Joe was right. Kyla read the books, watched the movies, both the originals and the remakes- The only solo ruler of Narnia was Aslan, and he crowned the sons of Adam, and daughters of Eve. There wasn’t supposed to be an odd one out was there? Not unless they were descendant by some affiliation, that’s how the story continued. But this was too soon.

“-the murder.. was a bit too orchestrated. Elle..h-..he hates being separated from those he knows. He knew I didn’t like it. It’s strange…if I admit it, in a small but fundamental way, he was out-of-character….”
Joe’s direction then made the artist look up towards the servant calling for them.
Apparently the servant was looking for a Joe and Bobbi- poor thing mistook the search would be for two men. The weapons had bene ceased- oh yah, that’s never good. And they wanted the leader and the archer specifically? Kyla quirked her brow. That was pretty specific given the chaos at hand- what did the Norn want with them?
She stood beside Bobbi as Joe gave other Joe and the bubbly archer the option the come, then watched them walk off. Of course Bobbi would go, and asked the mage slayer to stay behind let the others know. Kyla stood there looking back and forth, guess no orders for her- she could do what she pleased?
If she wanted to break away, now was her chance. Nobody would notice. May be she could exmaine the rest fo the castle for anything that was missed? She had a book and something to sketch with again.
If only... but something nagged her. Might as well-
As there backs got further and further away she gave a sigh and turned to Joe, mumbling “… ‘think I’ll keep an eye on them just in case. I’m not much help until I get my magic. So at the very least I can be a run between if something goes wrong. Maybe I can pick something up in the weapons room- want anything if I can?”

[ Kyle : Narnia : Northeast Wing ~ Cathedral ]

"Look, if you think its best for your sister-daughter-niece-relative to be in a room of dead bodies with only, like, 5 other people, that's your prerogative," Kyle replied to Dawn, carelessly waving his hand in her direction as if to dismiss her. "I just figured, you know, emotional health and more people in the grand hall means more meat shields, at least. But hey, I guess you want to introduce her to soul-crushing sorrow early, good on ya."Josh gave Kyle an odd look, raising an eyebrow and twisting his mouth in confusion.

The hostess then responded to the question about the secret passages--and Kyle had a short outburst of laughter, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Ha! No secret passages. Guess the culprit's still in here," Kyle said, stifling his laughter to a self-restrained giggle. "All the more reason to keep everyone safe. Speaking of--Josh, that's Mathy," Kyle added, pointing his brother to the man in the stoic Shy Guy mask who sat wordlessly on the ground, having hardly reacted to anything since finding his mother. "Mathy, this is Josh."

Josh turned to look at their mutual long-distance friend, his chest heaving with sudden empathy. Matthew never even turned to face him.

"Mathy," Kyle said, and the facade seemed to drop--there was, finally, some genuine sympathy. "We need you here. Joe needs you."

At first, silence. Then, he began to stand up.

"Right." His voice was distant, a monotone.

"Josh, take Mathy and help him find Joe. They were out in the hall a few minutes ago," Kyle said, nodding toward his brother.

"You gonna be okay in here?" Josh said, giving the dragoon another analyzing stare.

"I'll be fine. Whoever this is isn't after those of us from Disney. You need to stay with as many of them as you can," Kyle said, nodding. "Incidentally, Jenny, Sayrike--they'll need you, as well. We need to keep what loved ones we have left alive and together. Go get some air and round them up."The two mages looked toward Kyle with mixed, unreadable expressions. He shared their gaze, nodding as if to assure them. Finally, with some hesitance, they stood up, following Josh and Matthew out of the Cathedral, though Sayrike gave one peculiar last, masked look at Kyle from the doorway before exiting.

{James : Narnia : Residence Wing}

The corsair was yet again unsure what to expect as they entered into the Residency Wing. He was somewhat relieved to find that it was just two long hallways with small rooms off of them. Their search would be a relatively simple one. The signs of life from the snacks on the table to the few scattered books would have been encouraging... if not for the fact that there didn't appear to be anyone roaming the halls or resting in the rooms. Each empty room made Kyle's theory and the corsair's dread set deeper and deeper into his mind until finally they came upon the last closed door and the at that point seemingly inevitable reveal.

{{Cue: Kyrie}}

There they all laid at the foot of a bed... The rest of their loved ones, the ones they had hoped to see had met the same fate as the ones in the cathedral. Among them James easily spotted his mother, Sharon, brother Alex, and his fiance Susan. The corsair's fist clenched as he approached the bed, diverting his eyes from victims at the foot of the bed and focusing on the young boy upon the bed. He felt no sadness though... only the rage that he had quenched before as it attempted to engulf his emotions in it's inferno once again. It was hard not to give into it, to yell just as he did when he saw his father or to smash something in violent anger. Especially with the way his companions reacted. The corsair was pissed to be sure, but now wasn't the time to succumb to those emotions. He let out a low growl of frustration as he closed his eyes yet again taking a few calming breaths before refocusing.

"Clearly they are here for show and maybe to prevent a drunken brawl... nothing more," James stated, not caring how snide or condescending it sounded. He was beyond caring for any of the clearly incompetent staff of the castle. "They were never prepared for this, clearly no one was."

He focused on the king, the clearly, far too young boy to rule anything solo. Just another part of this puzzle that didn't make any sense. The shine of the key above the boy's head caught his attention though as did the scroll that it was attached to. Perhaps it was a clue, a threat... at this point the young man didn't care as long as it provided some answers. Without another thought the corsair undid the knot that held the key and scroll. He tucked the key away in an inside pocket of his coat and unrolled the scroll to read it.

[ Melisandre : Narnia : Northwest ~ Service Hall ]

It had taken some time, but she couldn't be too upset; while waiting, the dull throb in her heel finally stopped, and she was able to spread her weight evenly. Further, she was able to take stock of the available weapons in the cell.

"Lead? No, only a means of survival should it come to blows," she said, stepping aside so they could enter the cell, the two sword still strapped to her back. "Their weapons cache. It was locked, but I assumed that a crisis overruled any need for frivolous talks of 'permission'."

As they started looking through, she kept her eyes on the hall; she didn't want any more surprises.

"What's the situation like? You asked for leads, so I assume there are none," she asked. "What's the king got to say for all this?"

Joe : Narnia : Service Wing

"Nice, this'll help." Joe said as he began exploring through the cache "Looks like there's enough here for all of us."

He was thankful that his hobby back on Earth let him go through the weapons with little trouble. They were organized well enough to where he could move from place to place in the cell quickly.

"Situation's about as piss poor as you'd expect." he responded as he strapped a sword belt around his waist and sheathed a rondel on his right side. "No one has any idea what's going on, the hostess is desperately trying to make excuses, and half the group is still in shock."

He took an arming sword, tested it's weight, and sheathed it on his left. "The little group you see here all left the cathedral to compare notes. We all agree that something is up about the situation and it's more then just a heartless attack, but we've got nothing but speculation to go on right now."

He finally took a longsword from the rack and simply held it across his shoulder, sheathed but ready to be used at a moments notice.

"The worst part of this is that, like Joe said, the King hasn't showed himself at all and he's the biggest mystery of all in this. We've got no idea who he is, where he got his support from, or why our relatives all showed up hear. Things just ain't adding up."

Finishing up, he began to walk towards the entrance as he finally responded to their fearless leader.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'd recommend everyone grab a secondary weapon if they can, though. Better safe then sorry."

{Bobbi .:. Narnia .:. Service Wing}

Bobbi nodded to Melisandre and Nick when they arrived at the armory. Her mouth was set in a grim line, but a smile tugged at the corners when she saw the line up of bows. She tested a couple, trying to find one with a good draw that would also pack a punch. She was afraid that using a magical bow for so long would have made her arms weaker than when she’d started, but to her delight she actually managed to find a bow that worked for her, and it was a harder draw than any she’d ever used back home. Her grim expression eased, and a genuine, proud smile came out.

"Ha," she said, slinging a quiver full of arrows over her back. She let the Joes fill Nick and the Norn in on the happenings in the Cathedral as she turned her attention to finding a sword she could use. She wasn’t foolish enough to go without a secondary weapon—Joe2’s words to the same effect were simply preaching to the choir as far as Bobbi was concerned. She found a sword she liked, and strapped that to her left hip.

"We sure do know how to party, don’t we?" she quipped in response to Nick’s comment as she held up a dagger and tested the blade. Satisfied, she strapped that to her right hip.

[Kyla: Narnia: Grand Hall> Northwest Wing> Service Wing]

“Hmmm, good point”, she agreed, but seeing him take off despite what Bobbi asked, Kyla ending up idled there a moment before deciding to do it herself. She turned around seeing Mathew, Josh, and Sayrike come out of the Cathedral.

“Oh- I was just about to say- Joe, er..Joe and Bobbi were called for by some people who apparently have taken over the wepaons room, the Norn probably being one of them. We’re heading in that direction now- oh, one sec-“ just then Dawn came out as well- menaing only Kyle was remaining wihtint- for now probably.
Kyla moved passed them and poked her head into the door way just calling into it- closing her eyes-

She didn’t need to see it again..

“Kyle! Both Joe's, Bobbi and I are headed to the weapons room, apparently more of our party are already there! We’ll be back with something for you guys ok? Or meet us there if you can in a bit.”

The artist turned around and nods to the group already outside of the room with her before heading off after where the mage slayer left.


On her way she stops, having taken everything as her usual habit and paused-

“-who am I?” She read the legible gold again, the riddle. Why hide a riddle in this place? This was kingdom hearts of course?! So was it important after all? Only one way to find out. Wasn’t part of this castle locked off for some reason? OH yeah, Mr. No show King right?...

“Hey… anyone know where more of these are???” Kyla began jotting this one down and sketching any other details that stuck out to her. At last- something to keep her mind really focused. Nothing was meaningless in a world like this. She reminded herself. Nothing.

[ Kyle : Narnia : Northeast Wing ~ Cathedral ]

Kyle rolled his eyes at Dawn's words. He'd literally just said that the Disney Earthlings weren't the targets of harm--not physically, anyway. Still, Dawn would be Dawn.As the remaining people left and Kyla shouted her message in, he remained silent, his gaze dancing between Daniel and the hostess. After a pause, he briefly exhaled from his nose before standing up.

"So, Daniel, you've been awfully quiet," he called, out, walking into the middle aisle, though not to turn toward either of them--simply to stand there. "Now that it's just the three of us, how about we get back to that game of questions? We never did get a chance to finish back in Atlantis."

"Oh, and do stay, my lady," Kyle said, swiftly turning his gaze toward the hostess, smiling politely. "It's such a neat game."

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