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[Alice :: Hook's Ship]

The animator's eyes widened briefly before narrowing in disgust. She was taken aback by Timmy's actions, sure she was the one that goaded him in the beginning but she hardly assumed that he would lose himself like he did. His mental stability was questionable, no doubt but Alice was far more worried as he seemed to cling unto her, an outpour of tears rupturing from his eyes.

So she did what only a respectable being would do, she pushed him aside, forcing his fingers from the fabric of her clothes. "Pathetic," she spat to herself, eying the defender with a mix of disdain and amusement before smiling wryly.

Her facial features seemed to smooth out as she knelt down before Timmy, any traces of previous disgust were wiped clean from her face. "You could always completely give yourself to the darkness," Alice murmured softly, almost sounding motherly were it not for the blatant smile gracing her face. She reached out gently with her bare hand, only barely caressing the surface of Timmy's hand. But the defender would immediately feel a seering pain, despite the lightest touch, as if the skin was being held to a torch.

[Nick :: Unknown Plains]

Nick stared at the Heartless with a puzzled grin, almost maniacal in his endeavors to defeat them. He took in a deep breath through his nose, feeling the cool air rush into his lungs before exhaling it towards the Green Requiems. The little Heartless flailed around as the air around them distorted their hovering path. During the distraction, the Lanista moved with quick steps and immediately grabbed the lance heartless from the lance soldier, using it as a weapon as he waved it wildly around.

"Yes, yes! DIE YOU MAGGOTS, YOU BLOODY BEASTS FROM THE NETHER!! I HATE YOU, YOU TOOK MY MOTHER, AND MY SISTER, AND ALL MY FRIENDS!! I HATE YOU MONSTERS!!!" Nick screamed, watching the Heartless disappear into puffs of dark smoke. The rage and loss of his family had caught up to him, and he couldn't help but explode in anger. The two Green Requiems floated on back in an attempt to heal the few wounded Heartless that remained, but got within Chaos' host's reach. As his hands gripped tightly around the two floating Heartless, green energy trailed from them down Nick's arms and towards his torso, where they immediately vanished within his body. The two Heartless flailed, then poofed away after the life was drained completely from them. Finally, the Lanista summoned his blades and slashed at the remaining Lance Soldier.

He turned towards the black cloaked woman, panting heavily. After looking at his body, he noticed that he had be scratched up and bruised by the Heartless. "...Teacher, I need other weapons. I don't want to use my blades when I'm undercover."

[Timmy : Hook's Ship]

"And the only way they won't be is if you get rid of them, no?" The boy's joyous laughter was brought to a halt with the girl's question. He watched as her hand gently reached up to the boy's head, only to have his hair ruffled, but it gave him some sort of comfort. While she ruffled his hair he payed close attention to the animator's captivating smile and he began to look deeply into her eyes. He almost got lost in her eyes until Timmy shook his head to snap out of his temporary trance and took some thought about what he just felt before opening his mouth to answer.

"Indeed. The only way to get rid of an eyesore is to erase it from my sight." The boy answered with a smile of his own. The fear that he had felt earlier was gone, but a lingering sensation remained burning in the boy's chest.

[Kai:The Flying Dutchmen]

Celia was quite the peice of work, even the ominous artist had to admit it. Not unlike the things she dreamed of fashoning herself one fo these days, but this one was obviously incomplete, what other plans Ajora had for her would yet to be seen.

As she watched them leave, Kai's eyes flickered down to re-check the detailing log of their appearance in her notes. Their images were etched perminantly in her book with their own embossed names. There was a cold finality to that fact, like having your name in the book of the dead somewhere. Most definitally, having your visage in Kai's sketchbook would prove to never be a good thing.

When Ajora possed the question Kai made a distastful snort, " If you need to relieve your loins be my guest, I'm more interested in etching a new reason for people to fear darkness... but tell me, are so sure you wont be bored even then?"

[Kyla: LoD:: Courtyard]

The light tapping of her sandaled feet grew ever louder and faster as she scampered down the long stretch of steps to the courtyard below. As she neared the last one she could see Kichi waving to her and Kyla's face brightened. She waved back to him, " Sorry I kept you waiting." she called and finally reached the bottom.

Turning to look up where she had just come from, the pictomancer blew a whistle and sighed," They need to make that some kind of stair-master challenge."

It was then she watched Kichi hand Alan his own dressphere, and describ it's attributes to him. Juding by his torn up attire, she didn't blame him for insisting.

" Yes they're quite handy, even if they don't transform completly from place to place, they do adjust to your physical needs in reaction to climate change, and still look exactly the same sometimes."

As she watched the dressphere envelope Alan in what appeared to be flames, and then open in the very familair shape, she had to crack a small grin at his comment.

"Hey- Lotus flowers are not uncommon you'll find here. Perhaps they have some kind of poetic representation to the unfolding of the heart... at least- thats what it feels like to me." she fingered her book tenderly, regarding the images inside.

"They seem to come naturally in my designs too. I didn't even think about it at first you know. Perhaps it's got more to do with you, Alan, then the land you're on. Remember the lotus flower has it's respect due to the fact it blooms purely and beautifully amoungst the dark, dank and obscure swamps."

[Kyla: LoD: Courtyard]

" Perhaps, but my skills rely on such representations, a defined symbolic image is more accurate and easier to control. It all depends on what it means to the person beholding it I suppose." Kyla mused, her brows creasing.. things were not always what they appeared on the surface.
But it that were true, then this whole mess could be deeper and far more complex then any of them were ready for!
But that's why she came on this mission in the first place wasn't it?

...then someone said the magic word...

" Tea?! -erm- umm.." Kyla caught the near outburst and quickly regained her composure. "...well, some of us do need ot rest, the Red Rose is a longer way... I guess it depends if the Emperor meant us to leave, as in LEAVE his whole country. What do you think?"

Personally she did feel let down their visit to China was so brief and it flew by in a whirl of battle and sore feelings. To at leats say she had a cup of tea in china..well, scratch one item on her lift of life long dreams off.

[Joseph: HT: Forest]

The male smirked at the creatures, violence seeming to radiate off of him for a split second before urging Izza to charge forward. "Party? Time to create a beat, then!"

[Cue music: Speed Battle!]

"Get somewhere safe, Izza. Don't let yourself get hurt."

And with that, Joe focused on one of the jumping Wight Knights, before drawing up his legs and placing his feet against his chocobo's back.

He wanted to try something, and it was going to be fun~

As soon as his feet left the bird's back in a jump, Izza darted left and Joseph's feet kicked up and out, a sort of back flip with his legs remaining out. Of course, he focused on his magic, using his feet as a focal point, and shot out that concentration of wind in an arc. Of course, he couldn't see it, but it was his magic. He could feel it. Sora probably could've, too.

The heartless, though, kept up with it's jump and was suddenly knocked back, a large gash appearing vertically in the middle of it.

Joe smirked as his feet seemed to land on air. Oh, this would definitely help him vent.

Pushing off the air platform, bo in hand, the fighter seemed to blur forward, before being right in front of the creature. Grabbing around it's thin neck with his legs, he flipped back again and shot the creature at the ground, and it landed with a loud thud before the bo was sent flying after it like a javelin, and it pierced the creature before being summoned back to his hand, the Wight Knight fading into darkness and nothingness.

"Bring it!" he shouted, beckoning then next heartless to come at him, his jaw seemingly stiff and locked into place, shoulders up and squared, no trace of emotion other than readyness for the enevitable.

[Nick :: Unknown Plains -> Castle Armory]

Nick solemnly followed his teacher into the dark portal, arriving in a large armory filled with all sorts of odd weapons. He watched the woman order some more of the Guado servants around, talking about someone arriving on the castle grounds and falling unconscious, but he ignored it and continued staring at the weapons curiously. Each one he passed, the glint of steel sparkled against his eyes and he bit his lip almost as if waiting for one to call out to him.

He finally pressed his hand against a rifle, pulling it from the rack and hoisting it against his shoulder. "I'll take a rifle, teacher, so I can do damage from long range. But I need something for closer attacks..." He grumbled to himself, as if he was at a store shopping for a pair of sneakers. His gaze shifted towards the far wall, where a long twin bladed halbard stared back at him, the black gleam of the pole darker than the night itself. "And that halbard, Teacher. That will do nicely, I believe." The blonde sneered, walking towards it quickly and holding it tightly in his other hand.