Has anyone see Roy Mustang. I can't seem to locate him anywhere, and it's unlike the man to simply wonder off.

It's most worrying and I'm not sure how else I should go about looking for him in such a place.

[Guess who's back to his old grumpy Lombax self? You'd think he'd be a little more relieved than he looked right then and there, auburn eyes narrowed and ears folded back threateningly.]

I want a status report of one Nunnally Vi Britannia. Several attempts to contact her SFC have gone unanswered, and with what happened in this recent curse...

[He cuts off, glancing off to the side and muttering something foul in Lombaxian.]

And I don't want to hear she's 'vanished'. I want solid, viable proof.

She's not gone. Nobody is simply gone.

[open]

Just a simple question: when you go into one of those sleep episodes around here, do you dream at all? [Or maybe it's just him.]

[filtered to Demyx and Lea]

Hey, so, Roxas asked if I could room in with him and all, so I figured I'd let you know that I'm gonna go ahead and take him up on that. Should leave you guys some room back in the house, so. You know. If you need me I'll be packing up some things for a bit in my room.

[Having been out of commission for a little while, Axel doesn't know about the drama that's been happening in the dome, so he's just talking and acting as casually as he can until someone informs him of what's gone amiss.]

[The moment the curse ended, the scent of a large amount of darkness can be picked up by anyone sensitive. It lingered close to the residential area before winding up in the plaza. If anyone was curious to follow their nose, they will find him perched on top of a building.

He wasn’t the only thing hanging around though. A few of his Floods were scuttling  across the plaza to attack anyone who crosses their paths.]


If someone were to take something that belongs to you, would you take it back?

[//Filtered From Terra//]

Does the name Ventus ring any bells for you losers? What about Xehanort?

[When Johnny addresses the network, his tone is a lot more subdued than it usually is.]

Good evening, bubble-dwellers~ No question for you today, I just thought I should tell anyone who knew them...Rayfell and Che- ..Charley Chrishunds have both left.

Don't worry, though, they're both happier that way, I assure you, so don't be sad~

[He's about to hang up lest his own sadness overcome him, but then he changes his mind.]

Actually, I do have a question for you: If you could leave right now and go home...would you?

[This time he does hang up, only to make another call.]

//Private to Maddie//

If you'd like to keep Sacra for company, that'd be fine. I'm sure he'd appreciate the company too.


[Anyone who wants to find him or come across him, he's sitting against a tree by the lake, his knees drawn up to his chest and a letter in the grass beside him.]

[This would be the second time he's woken up in a strange place, but after a moment, he recalls the incident which happened to land him where he is now, beside the coral. Before he can think on that too much however, something manages to snag his attention. Namely the fact he's now in possession of a tail and fur, and a body which definitely doesn't feel like the one he died in.

Once he's located his SFC he makes silent note of the date and the days which have passed, and decides to query the network about this change, while at the same time letting Demyx know he's back. Have a gray-blue furred lombax with steel gray stripes, dressed in a black leather hooded coat, Vatheon.]

Can someone tell me why I woke up in this form?

[Filtered to Demyx]

Demyx, how are you doing?

[Guess who's been reflecting on various things since waking up and all of that jazz..]

The past is a curious thing. No matter how hard one desperately seeks to escape it or keep it from affecting just who you are... it's still there and it still can influence you, you views, your personality... everything about you.

People can change, this much is true. But how much? One can not actually change their past. No matter how much they crave to, it remains to haunt them.

A person can claim to not fear their past or their past actions, while actually still being held very much in the grip of terror over it affecting them once again, allowing that fear over it to affect their current actions, despite any claims that they've dealt with it and it doesn't control them any longer.

And while a precious few can actually place their past actually in the past and not allow it to haunt them, have actually moved on from it... what of those who still remember their past deeds? What if they can't let go of those actions themselves? Because sometimes its not just our pasts which haunt us and affect our lives and our views... some times the past actions of others can have a ripple effect, touching many. And people tend to judge others by the actions they've seen.

Those impressions are just as hard to shake off without considerable work...

Some reside in darkness, while claiming to to be free of it. Sometimes it is easier to lie to yourself than face the truth of things.

A few questions for you all, Vatheon. After speaking with several people about this, my curiosity started to grow about one particular subject;

Magic.

How many people come from a world where it's common knowledge? How many people here can perform it? And what of its resources?