[There's been time. Teresa has had plenty of warnings. She knows that the chocolates aren't quite right. She wonders if they work on people like her. On silver-eyed witches. It won't hurt anyone if she finds out, right? It'll be an experience. Almost a little like being human again ( Read more... )

[Dominique has already found her own possessions and changed out of the dress into her own well-worn jeans and t-shirt. There's a very slight frown between her brows as the mirror begins filming, and she's quiet for a time, unsure if this is really what the cats had told her or some sort of joke. Left with little other option, though, she starts ( Read more... )

[She's out at the ruins, sitting in a beam of sun, long legs stretched out in front of her. There's a box of chocolates next to her, lid off, none of the treats missing. The vine and the mirror have formed just slightly behind her.]

Pretty sure I'm too old for most of you girls.

[She presses a fingertip into one of the chocolates, it's a bit ( Read more... )

[Mahalia looks worried as the message starts, and she's holding herself rather strangely, both hands locked down tight around her neck.]

Do strange things happen, if you go to the wild places? I thought, so many people have been there, it should be alright. I was only there a little while, but it seems like many days have passed, and...

[The ( Read more... )

[ Fire is something that is natural for Birdie. Fire is what she is, in a way. The phoenix loves it, sings to it, dances for it, celebrates its warmth and ultimately, sees no harm in it, but somehow, the burning flowers left her little heart sad ( Read more... )

[Sol appears on the Vine, looking somewhat mussed but otherwise in good enough condition. Without preamble, she states:]

They don't like fire.

[The flowers, she means, of course. How does she know? Well, she just had a run in with one. Despite her general monster-killing experience, the rose managed to get away from her, it retreating the moment ( Read more... )

[Near her treehouse in the Gardens, there is Sora. But something's wrong. She collapses on the step, coughing and bleeding. She's injured, and the wounds look like deep scratches. Carefully, weakly, she reaches out to activate a video feed.]

There... There are... Some of the roses. They're not safe. Watch out for yourselves. Okay?

[And then, the ( Read more... )

[Mahalia smiles softly at the mirror, sitting cross-legged on the ground of the clearing where she found her flower. She is looking more happy and serene than she has since she arrived in the Gardens.]

The flowers have bloomed. [She tilts the mirror gently to show her flower in example, reaching to touch the deep-red petals with careful fingers.] ( Read more... )

[There are two voices, speaking in a low murmurs. One voice rises over the other, and now you can hear the last of a conversation:]

--no damn leads. This better work--

[The voice is clearer now. It sounds Australian-accented, and a little confused.]

Come on, you stupid plant. The scroll said you're supposed to help. [A beat, and the ( Read more... )

[ the mirror shows Aqua in full armour, helmet tucked under one arm. Her Keyblade is dug into the ground in front of her, and she stands straight, as if to attention ]

Hello. [ she bows her head, but the motion is a little too stiff to be called a nod ] My name is Aqua. I apologise for not introducing myself sooner; it's just that with all the ( Read more... )