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[ Kyle : Narnia : Forsaken Hall ]

If Kyle heard Joe, he didn't show it; the dragoon had absolutely no reaction to his words, as if they didn't even register.

[Amy : Narnia : Forsaken Hall]

"Remember, we're not here to kill him," Amy said to Joseph. "Kyle, Bobbi, Kyla – do some kind of heartfelt speech about the power of friendship, or something." It wasn't exactly serious. She followed up over the charms, 'You have pieces of his heart, right? Or whatever it was, I can't think of it.'

She also sent a Scan Louis's way, as well as to Sven. She cast Reflega on Kyle, allowing friendly magic through, but reflecting enemy magic. She hoped she wasn't wasting her magic. What if Louis didn't attack for so long, that these wore off? Oh, well. Better safe than sorry.

[Kyla: Narnia: Forsaken Hall]

“ That’s the problem-“
Kyla replied to Amy, gritting her teeth- the rest of her response coming across on the charms to all their team members-– I’ve not been able to communicate to Louis since this whole thing started. Even when I got Tyue back- I’m still not getting any response from him. Which makes me suspect this whole thing even now- He didn’t answer me since we came into this world, since this whole nightmare started. I don’t know how- but he’s still being blocked, because I don’t think he got ripped out of me at any point.

She couldn’t say the same for Kyle or Bobbi’s shard, but hers was always fervent about being with her during all this chaos, so if he wasn’t talking, she was almost sure it wasn’t by choice.

She continued to cast Warding Lotus on the next group of people if they hadn’t been covered by Amy yet- and focused on the floating motes again. It didn’t seem they were deflecting them very well.

Her eyes rested on the armor figure. As terrible as she thought he’d seem, but fear hadn’t crawled up on her back just yet. She felt sorry for him. His morbid speech laced with a seemingly defeatist attitude. Did he really think dealing death was the answer to everything? She remembered his story, how his hope and desperation twisted his heart into this… Such despair, and once he came to embrace and love.

“I feel sorry for you.”
Kyla muttered. It was stupid- yet despite all of the pain and anguish she felt having been delt to her, she still felt sorry for him. For as much as she was hurting, the artist imagined it must be 10 fold for the suit of armor standing before her.
She wasn't ready to accept the deaths of those on the train or on the ice. No- they had ot be alive. She wouldn't accept it until this whole nightmare wa sover and they wer ehaving a ceremony back at Disney castle- only THEN.. would she accept any of this as real.

This twisted nightmare world... it was amazing in it's intricacy. She could admir eit from her artistic point of view, and let that keep her focused. Kyla had to question herself, had she been his position, would she have been any different?
It seemed like dumb luck perhaps. But she hoped there was a cosmic design in this- somehow they were meant to face him.

‘ Louis if you’re in there anywhere TALK to me! Keep trying! Now’s the time to act. We need to get through to him- I wish...
..I wish I could dive past this armor just like you did, and wrench what’s left of his sanity from the mire.”

She called down deep inside herself, hoping some small echo of the shard she has could bubble to the surface.


Meanwhile, keep him talking? Kyle was good at it- but might as well join in- right?

“He's right you know, " Kyla spoke up gesturing to Kyle with a shoulder shrug- "I can't be sure I'm an imposter- this whole place seems a bit dream surealist- I could be some projection from another real me lying comatos at the entrance for all I know. But I guess we'll have to work with what we got right?" she jutted her chin out in pointing towards the figure.
"Avatar of Mateus right? Or do you know remember that? I can't be sure if seperated fragments of darkness can link back to the whole or not. But yours who I called Ava Mat-he was certainly a 'sharing' kinda person. you have a very interesting story.”
Once she cast the last warding lotus she would begin to charge her next attack- And she was going for the BIG guns when it was time.
Therefore Kyla sent a visual of it's design on her page to the rest of the team via the charms letting them know what would be coming.

Arbor de Unitas.

If any of you feel like firing into it, please help yourselves with whatever you want, it will pack an even bigger puinch the more people fire into it's targets. I'll wait for your signal Joe.

[Nick? Nicholas? <::> Narnia <::> Forsaken Hall]

Throughout the exchange between Louis and Kyle, Nicholas had remained silent. Still, even. Just watching the banter between the two of them, his eyes seemed to sparkle with childish glee, and the grip on his sword tightened. "Oh my, oh my, oh myyyyyyy~" The sword user cooed, a very large and distinctive smile forming. To anyone who noticed, they would possibly be unnerved at the sudden cheer emanating from the Avatar of Chaos.

Something in his mind clicked, and everything seemed to add up to one conclusion. Could he be wrong? Very possible. But the mannerisms, the theatrics, the total pretentiousness, and the comment about 'shedding his skin'. He sneered, removing one hand from the hilt of his blade and pulling an arm down over his face. A black mask formed over the top half of his face in a flash of dark energy, and Nicholas couldn't help but wince for a moment from a sudden pain in his chest. He looked towards Kyle and tilted his head, although the creepy smile hadn't left the swordwielder's face.

"It's interesting to see you here..."

How DARE you.

~Into this bliss I am reborn...
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
Louis' deranged laughter echoed uncomfortably off the crystalline walls, even before 'Kyle' could respond to Nick... while starting out simple and innocent enough, it devolved, grew hideous, venomous, and even angry, "You think you're him?"
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...

...Embracing this translucent dawn~

You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
The clarity and scan, both resulted in interesting discoveries, or repetitive. Like outside, clarity revealed the inside of the castle was inundated with magic, it was everywhere, in the air, in the walls, in the floor... it flowed like a waterfall falling into the sky, flowing through the cascading, towering architecture. One look at Louis, and it was obvious the young man was saturated in darkness. Summoning magic laced in oily shadows covered a turbulent inferno of magical power beneath. From Dumael, 4 perfectly straight lines drew themselves across the bizarre, symbolic magical landscape and crossed paths with James.
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
Scan on Dumael revealed some information, though mostly inconclusive. He seemingly had rather balanced stats, but it was strange, they kept shifting up and down... flickering between numbers... or if perceived in gauges, rising and falling, but each time falling less... like an equalizer as the volume of a track grew with each passing second. Secondly, stranger still, the demon appeared to be inflicted with multiple status ailments including slow, sleep, bind, poison, de-protect, de-shell, disable, and silence.
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...

~I hesitate, don't want to shake...

You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...

... this world~

You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
The air grew heavy, thick, and oppressive like the feeling someone was creeping up to one's back, looming over them with only evil intent present. Shadows danced as his laughter dimmed and grew cold, ending in a long, hissing sigh, "That man is dead."
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
Dumael's arms vibrated, shivering as though cold, or like the flickering wings of a cicada, even releasing a similar rising chirp. Another swift chuckle, this time... almost forced, depressed even.
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
~A thousand dreams I long to share...
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
"He's dead... there's nothing anyone can do about that. An impostor like you, will never take his place."
You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...You're dead...
The hum grew louder, ringing and resonating with the crystal, with the air, with the floor, it rang and vibrated in James' bones. What was that sound? No, it wasn't the hum, that incessant chirping... a voice... familiar, haunting, and ominous.
Dead...Dead...Dead...DEAD!DEAD!DEAD!

DEADDEADDEADDEADDEADDDEADDEAD
She sang clearly, unseen from the abyss above them dotted with shooting stars darting this way and that.

DIE!!!!

~I smolder with the secrets in...

Dumael twitched, then snapped, his spider-like appendages pulling back. James, without aid from any of the others, would be launched skyward into the shimmering darkness above along with several chunks of crystal that would scatter like shrapnel from where his feet once stood firmly against the floor.

~My Heart~

{Bobbi .:. Narnia .:. Forsaken Hall}

Bobbi inhaled sharply through her nose when she heard Nick say Ajora's name. She wanted to turn to look, to see if maybe the swordsman was joking, but at the same time she wanted even more to not take her eyes off of Louis. Er, the Louises. But then Kyle responded to the name, except... except it wasn't Kyle. And she turned, almost entirely against her will, to stare at her friend--or, rather, the visage of her friend's Replica.

I thought you were dead, her mind shrieked, though nothing of the thought displayed on her face. I hoped you were dead!

Before she could fully process this, Louis laughed, and Bobbi's head snapped back around to look at Louis. She had a feeling that this was going to be yet another situation where she was at risk for whiplash... She wasn't even reassured when he confirmed her hopes that Ajora was dead. Because if Ajora was dead, how was he here and what did he do to Kyle to get here?

Joe shouting over the charms snapped her mind out of the tiny spinning circle it had been in, and she released her hold on her Mirror Wall spell, allowing it to go off. A direction from Shiva--who, thank all of the benevolent gods in existence, had actually been paying attention to the proceedings even if her summoner wasn't--and she erected the shield of ice between Kuro and Spider-boy. She didn't expend the mana to make it a full dome, just a frontal defense. The Archer wrenched her attention to where it was supposed to be, deciding with a wordless reassurance from Shiva not to worry about Ajora being in their midst. If he'd wanted to kill them, he had plenty of opportunity up until now, so no reason to worry. Right?

{James : Narnia : Forsaken Hall}

James’ focus shifted briefly from Nich who called out Kyle as none other than Ajora, to Kyle who had apparently become Ajora? At first the corsair thought it couldn’t be true… that it made no sense. However, he had to admit that Kyle had been acting strangely, especially after the illusion broke.

’Has Kyle been Ajora this entire time? I have a really hard time believing that, but then again it wouldn’t be the first time that a replica has pretended to be one of us. Ajora had been in Kyle’s heart after all. Perhaps that fragment that had been in his heart has taken over…’

The gunner wasn’t sure if Ajora’s presence was a good thing, or a bad thing. Definitely an interesting development to say the least though. Ajora had helped Kyle in his own way during their dive so perhaps he was going to help them now? If he had wanted to kill them he had had ample opportunity before now so that their death didn’t seem to be his objective. Regardless, he didn’t have time to worry about it too much as plans were made and quickly relayed. The corsair prepared for his part which would be to fire into Kyla’s targets when it was activated. However, something else caught his attention, a hum and powerful vibration that he could feel within his very bones and a female’s song…

With Dumael’s twitch it all came to a head as Mizu brought her Mirror Wall to try and protect him and Mathy quickly reacted, his raid striking one of the strands. However, it was not enough.

”Ohhh s**t! Aaaaaahhh!” James yelled as the remaining strings forcefully yanked him off his feet straight into Mizu’s Mirror Wall. The corsair brought his right forearm up just in time to prevent his face from colliding into the solid wall. However, the strings continued to pull his arm grinding against the wall until he cleared it and rose into the darkness above. As he rose crystal shards exploded where his feet had been like shrapnel that might hit those who had been around him.

The corsair’s breath escaped in a hiss as he cleared the wall. His right arm likely bleeding from being dragged up the solid ice wall. He had a pretty good feeling that he now knew how it felt to be fultoned… The strings pulling him made it very difficult to move properly. He felt like a puppet on strings, and even if he could free himself he was reluctant to because of how far he would fall. His thoughts were rushed, chaotic, as he attempted to struggle against the invisible threads.

”This is not good….,” He muttered fighting the urge to curse under his breath and hoping that his ascent would stop before too much longer so he could focus on freeing himself safely.