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[ Kefka : Angel Grove : Moonbase Laboratory ]

Upon one of the many monitors within the strange laboratory, an image of a rather humorous clown appear, showing the man from the shoulders up. Rather, it might normally have been humorous, had there not been such a deathly scowl on the jester's face- something had clearly irritated him, and whomever he was planning to talk to would have been wise not to annoy him further.

"Paging Doctor Lugae! Or Flooze. Someone. Hurry up!" he yelled, the first call having been somewhat light-hearted; the second two seemed more of an annoyed after-thought, and the final statement sounded more like a final warning than a demand. "I've got news you might be interested in, if you hurry up. I hate hate hate HATE WAITING!"

For a moment, the image on the screen was replaced with a bunch of coding symbols that came together to make an obviously infuriated face. The image was quickly replaced with Kefka, who seemed to be counting down from thirty, but skipping numbers along the way.

{Kyle : Red Rose : Deck}

"Shenanigans Alan. You can only do so much with ingredients. We could have the exact same ingredients, but end up with different ends. It depends on the skill of the chef. Cooking is a personal thing. It brings all your little habits into the light, your personal choices. If you like something, you'll find yourself using just a small pinch more. Contrarily, if you dislike something, it won't be as evident. Even if you follow a recipe perfectly, every dish is unique to every person." He said while nodding to Kichi, then picking up his plate, he rooted through the drawers next to him to find silverware. Counting the omelets, he pulled out the exact number of forks, knives, and spoons. For himself, he pulled out only a fork.

Cutting a bit of the omelet off, he chewed on it while he thought about everyone's remarks. Leaning backwards on the side of the fridge with legs crossed, he spoke his thoughts on the matter of the 'dream'. "I wouldn't exactly call it a dream either. Unless Morpheus is interfering, I doubt the four of us would have had the same dream. So we can assume that it's probably not a dream. Then what was it? A manifestation is possible, but for all of us to have the same manifestation? Not as likely. I'd imagine we would all see the things we cherish the most first. I, for one, know that there are a few people that I wish to see that ties with my desire to get the Earth back..." At that point he stopped, thinking about them. His mom, his friends Danny, Nick, and Jojo...then.... Violently shaking his head, he pushed them all to the back of his mind. Automatically, his mind followed a set pattern of logic. He would not start crying. If he thought of them, he would start crying. Therefore, he would not think of them.

"What do you mean by ignorant John?" He asked, diverting his mind from previous thoughts.

Cue: Bang Bang Bang
[Dani :: Angel Grove :: City Streets]
Dani looked at all of the heartless that seemed to surround her, realizing that no one was going to come and save her. ‘I guess I will have to try this on my own’ Dani thought inwardly to herself.

She then twirled her chakrams in her fingers before spinning her body to throw her chakrams in a circular motion. As the chakrams were thrown in this motion, the heartless that were in the first row circling her were destroyed on impact. She quickly jumped into the air and caught them while flipping backwards.

Dani then noticed the heartless started to get closer to her and she quickly had to defend. She slashed her opponents as they came to strike and when they had opened themselves she stroked. This continued until none of the heartless stood before her.

Dani fell to her knees afterward, feeling the strain from all of the fighting that she had done. She had noticed that the sky above was still filled with ships. She could not do anything to help them and it was only her mission to defeat the heartless that were near her. A white light appeared around the chakrams before they disappeared from sight. Dani then started to walk away, trying not to be seen.

[ Seymour : Red Rose : Personal Quarters ]

"Nightmares, I presume?" Seymour asked, though it came off as more of a statement, with a tone as if he... understood- as if he could sympathize. He looked down into her swollen red eyes with a look of empathy, his sparkling sapphire eyes holding some form of distant knowledge. "It is common, I believe, to have them after a great loss. I had them myself... after my mother died."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" he asked, though he seemed to step back, as if to give her some room, as if not to intrude on her if she didn't so wish. "If not with me, then maybe with one of your friends? I've come to believe that such bonds exist to strengthen you children of Earth."

[Amy : Red Rose]

A look of curiosity passed over Amy's eyes before she thought to hide it. This was not the Seymour she knew, not the villain she was familiar with. Was his past the same in this world as it was in the Final Fantasy universe? She opened the door a bit more.

"I'm not sure what there is to talk about. It was a dream. A realistic dream," she said, "I... I saw my home destroyed. By heartless. It cracked...It wasn't just– it didn't feel like a dream at all. It felt real."

[ Lugae : Angel Grove : Moonbase Laboratory ]

The ring of metal tools clattering to the floor rang out, followed by the shuffling of feet. "Coming sir!" said a decrepit old man, coming out from behind a hulking automaton he had been working on. He wore a pink shirt and purple slacks underneath a white lab coat with gold trim. The laboratory lights reflected off his thick glasses, which had intermingling rings of red and blue. And from the looks of the man himself, he shouldn't have been able to stand up at all.

The scientist was rail thin, his skin drawn tightly against his bones. His hair was thin and white, and looked as if it had never been brushed before, the same for a tuft of a beard growing from his chin. His hands looked equally as un-groomed, each fingernail extending at least an inch from the fingertip. Lastly, he had a long gnarled nose protruding from his face.

He tried to hurriedly shuffle towards the monitor, fearing the jester might damage the lab if kept waiting. Upon reaching the monitor, he tried to put on a subservient smile, revealing he was missing a fair number of teeth. "Greetings sir! How may I serve you, oh grand mage?"

[Kyla: Red Rose]

Wow it worked!
And judging by the singular female voice, it was exactly whom she was intending to talk to.

Under regular circumstances, Kyla would have maybe spoken to Maggie first, but Kyla couldn't bring herself to do that just yet- the girl had been under a lot of stress. Maggie had been injured and put into a coma for a while, now wasn't the time to burden her with things like this.... or so Kyla thought.

Jenny had been a very senstive and caring looking person. She hadn't spoken to her much before their parting ( she regretted that), but the entire time Jenny gave off this very open and caring vibe.
An older, and more defensive Kyla wouldn't dare to have tried this... but a lot had happened.

Kyla wasn't the same anymore.

She'd make Joe proud of her. She was trying harder.

Honestly.. I- I don't know. F-first off- I'm sorry if I'm interupting something I just-

Kyla was babbling now. She was never good at this kid of stuff. 'It's ok, keep at it. Jenny's a pacient girl.

Taking another breath, Kyla tried again.

I guess I was just.. checking in on you guys. A lot has happened. It's been giving me some really strange and vivid bad dreams. How have things been on your side?

[ Kyle ; Sora ; Kuja : Dining Car ]

"Don't be like that, Captain, you know good and well we'll need you to help guide us around the Caribbean," Kyle quickly called out, making sure to say 'Captain' instead of Jack. As he'd worried, he'd messed up the balance, the order- he couldn't trifle too much with the canon characters. He couldn't unravel their worlds like this just yet. "All we know are the basics- you're the master of the details, and everyone knows it."

"What's going on?" Sora asked, blinking lazily- only to be slightly caught off guard as he looked out one of the windows. The train had taken off without anyone noticing a change in acceleration or pressure, likely due to the magic. Blinking again, he looked around. "I guess we're going to Port Royal?"

"Ugh, dreadful place," Kuja sneered, serving himself some hot tea (that he'd heated within seconds using his own magic). Obviously, he'd only made enough for himself. "Horrible weather, horrible people. No one understands anything about beauty."