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Jacob ║ Port Royal ║ Prison

"I woke up and these were here...I still have NO clue as to what is going on." Jacob spoke with conviction and sot undertones full of hate. This man, CLEARLY, rubbed Jacob raw. Then, Jacob remembered him. This was the man that insulted him and threw him in jail! The gears in his head started to turn as Jacob already started to plan, albeit half-assed. He tossed the pouches through the gate, letting their contents spill out along the wooden floor. "Oh crap! Sorry about that." Jacob stood up and stretched his arms out in front of him, in a defiant show to Mercer. He wasn't ready for his death, but he wasn't going to die in a noose. Not here, not without justice payed in full.

[Alan :: Angel Grove :: Outside the Red Rose]

"Use your power?"

"Summon me!"

Finally, it dawned on Alan. "Oh! That's what you are! Like Jon with Bahamut!"

"Yeah, but I'm way better than that silly mecha-dragon."

"Really? What are you?"

"You'll see! Summon me! You know how. You gotta make a contract first!"

"Right. Somehow, I do know. But . . . a contract?" Alan was hesitant. He wasn't in a hurry to make a deal with the devil.

"It's no big deal. It's just making the relationship we already have official! Think of it as a wedding vow!"

"A wedding vow? First I'm your mother, now your husband? What are we supposed to be, exactly?" Alan grinned, despite himself.

"Summoner and summon," the voice replied, entirely missing the point.

Someone has to teach this girl what these words mean . . .

"Right, okay then. Let's do this."

"Yeah! Let's go!"

Alan stepped forward. A mob of Heartless had surrounded him while he had been in conversation with his summon, although, strangely, they hadn't attacked. It was almost as if they were fearful. As if they sensed something. As Alan advanced, in fact, they began to scamper backwards.

Alan let go of Jehuti. The weapon simply hovered in the air, awaiting. The magic was palpable. Alan's eyes glowed white.

He began.

"In the name and under the authority of the Ancient Sages, under whose wisdom, through Jehuti, I learned the Arcanum, I take the role of the Fool, the Magician and the Summoner, to sanctify this contract."

The magic seemed to solidify, becoming circular in shape and roaring like fire.

"Yes! That's it!"

"Be revealed! Fire that is not a fire! Emulator and defier of worlds! Unending one! Hear my call and come forth!"

"Just a little bit more . . . "

"I give myself unto thee wholly that thou give of thyself fully unto me! I am thine, and thou art mine!"

At first, nothing appeared to happen. Then, the magic circle began spinning, and flew into the sky, leaving a trail behind in the clouds. Through its trail descended the powerful flame whose name Alan had called. Considering everything, it wasn't terribly large, yet everyone could sense the absolutely enormous buildup of magic. She gracefully decended, and landed near Alan. "Hi~, Ani-ue

Alan smiled warmly at the blaze. "Yoroshiku . . . imouto-chan." The summon seemed to grin. "Then . . . if you would?"

"Just watch me!"

Alan did, almost wistfully, as his new companion floated gracefully into the air. He almost couldn't believe that he had just enacted a summoning ritual . . . which was apparently analogous to a wedding. What had that thing been doing in his heart?

Alan forcibly extracted his mind from the gutter.

As for the blaze, after gaining good altitude, she plummeted to the ground. Where she landed, a massive crater formed, a ring of fire around it. Then, a tree sprouted - a massive flowering tree made of pure intense fire. An unfelt wind struck its branches and its petals of flame flitted to the ground. Wherever they struck, a massive explosion that only harmed the Heartless encompassed the area. Alan watched in awe. Apparently her boast wasn't all talk.

[Alan has obtained the summon: ???]
[Alan has obtained the skill tree: Phoenix Arcanum!]
[Alan has obtained the skill tree: Fire Mastery!]
[Alan has obtained the skill: Firaga!]
[Alan has obtained the skill: Regen!]
[Alan has obtained the skill: From the Ashes!]

[??? :: Port Royal :: Prison]

The woman sat quietly against the wall, her face lightly covered in dried blood from her unreasonable beating. She hadn't done anything wrong in her opinion; those guards were picking on that blonde boy and now she sits on death row awaiting to be hung. Her hands ran quietly through her hair, no longer bound in a clip. The woman's gaze shifted towards the multiple guards threatening him.

Seems I am to die without catching up to Leon...Ah, I suppose that is life. It's not fair, dammit. Not fair at all. The blonde thought to herself, leaning farther against the wall. She couldn't help but brood; it was her nature after all.

{Kyle : Angel Grove : Outside Red Rose}

As soon as he'd felt the magic building up, he instinctively turned to Seymour, expecting some uber magic. Nope. It was all Alan there. Him and his summon. Not THAT was amazing. They'd even had a cool summoning contract and everything.

Bite me. So I didn't do some cool contract. I saved your life nonetheless.

Somebody's pouting right now.

I AM NOT!

Whoa. Calm down man. Don't get so jealous. So I thought it was cool. Who cares? He's got a blaze that doesn't want to die. I have the World Serpent. He who will kill Thor at the end of days. You are way better.

I AM clearly superior. But, what are you talking about? Who is Thor? Why am I the World Serpent?

Oh. Sorry. On Earth there is a mythology where it features the Midgardsormr, the Midgard Serpent. That's where I got that from. I like mythology. Ending with a nodding of his head, he turned to the girl beside him. "I'm Kyle. I suppose you could say that I'm a new member. And you are? What are you even doing here?" He said as he motioned for her to walk with him. Walking over to Alan, he simply held his hand up for a high five. "That was awesome Alan."

[Amy : Angel Grove : Outside the Red Rose]

The magic of friendly users burst around the battlefield. The flames and explosions caused Amy to cringe, but only at first. Once she realized where they came from, and more importantly that they were doing her no harm, she grew accustomed to them.

A heartless crept in, closer than the others. Thus far, Seymour's magic had kept them away from her immediate vicinity, leaving her free to attack from a distance. It was a shadow, a simple small shadow, and as she shot her left gun mere inches from its head it evaporated into black smoke.

And quite suddenly, it seemed, the fight was over. She looked over at Alan with a sense of apprehension and wonder. This was the first time, she could recall, of actually seeing a summon become a physical form and attack. She still didn't know what they were, or if she had one, although logic dictated if the other Earthlings did, surely she did as well... The thought didn't settle well with her.

This was her heart. She would share it with whom she chose. Not some... parasite attaching itself to her.

Now that was a mean thought.

She hadn't even noticed Kyla had been kidnapped. A rather large and important detail, but just like circumstance for her to be pre-occupied at vital moments. The new girl, however, she did notice. She saw her a small distance away, talking to Kyle. Seymour was in between her and the two of them, indirectly (off to the side, really), and she couldn't help but notice the look on his face after Alan had finished.

Kichi-Jon.

Amy's head snapped to the side, remembering. She ran over to his side, kneeling next to him. "Jon?" she asked, casting a hurried Cura, both hands held over him.

[Amy : Angel Grove : Outside the Red Rose]

"Take her?" Amy repeated. Take who? She looked up to where Kichi-Jon fell from, seeing nothing of importance. The clouds in the sky were moving, but it was still early enough that the sun wasn't glaring angrily down at her. It was kind of pretty, actually.

Completely off topic, but pretty.

She didn't understand his next words, confusing them for needing more healing. Too weak, still. He needs another healing spell. She cast a smaller Cure on him. "Better? Can you stand?" She stood up, offering a hand. "That was a long way to fall."

[Amy : Angel Grove : Outside the Red Rose]

She couldn't see his face, but the tone of his voice spoke volumes. "I..." she trailed off, not having a rebuttal. Yeah, she missed it. Entirely. And now she felt stupidly guilty for it.

"... We've gotta get her back. Which way did they go?"