( The new training arena Aqua's magicked up is fairly impressive. It sits just beyond the ruins, resembling the Throne Room on the surface, only without the walls or high ceiling. There are columns at each corner, amphitheatre-style seats all around it, and all manner of props stored in racks and cellars around the edges, from wooden weapons and shields to punching bags and giant barrels. In the centre of the arena, there's a blot on the ground, a small shadow growing ever-fainter. Looking up in the air reveals Aqua herself, armour-clad, flying up and up, as if aiming for the sun.

Of course, with the nature of this world, she can't simply fly straight off it. She reaches the point where she hits the barrier – probably too high to be seen, by then – and before she can even attempt breaking through it, she's falling so fast that nothing more than a blur of blue-grey metal can be seen streaking towards the ground. Aqua lands with a crack, though it's not clear whether the bulk of the noise comes from the training ground floor, her armour, or Aqua herself. It's around this time that the Vine decides to crawl towards her, mirror forming in front of her before she can think to summon it.

She's relieved, which is easy enough to see, considering that a large shard of her helmet has broken off. The armour, thankfully, has taken the brunt of the damage, and while Aqua herself looks fairly beaten amongst the rubble, she has enough sense to try getting out of the armour. Before making use of the mirror, she swats a hand against her shoulder, ordering her armour to slot away. Nothing happens. She frowns, confused, and places hand to her forehead, trying to wash the blood and dizziness away with a Cure spell. Nothing happens. Finally, she focuses all of her attention on the mirror, opens her mouth to ask for help, but no words come out. Seemingly defeated, she slumps forward, forehead hitting the mirror with a dull thud. )

[ ooc; with Ventus gone, Aqua's panicked, and tried to fly off-world. When she reached the sky's barrier, she was hit by a wildcard, and lost all her strength, from her magic to her voice to anything relating to her Keyblade. Despite a natural Disneyesque resistance, she's fairly beat up ]

[When Mami opens her eyes to find herself upon a bed of flowers instead of inside the belly of a monster, it's impossible for her to think much of it at first.

After all, she had just died.

She realized it in her final moments, before everything went dark, and the memories flooding back now as she fully wakes up are still vivid enough to be nightmarish. Obviously she's dead, so just as obviously she must be in the afterlife. With that in mind, Mami doesn't really question being able to breathe again, to see and hear and feel. Still, she certainly wasn't prepared for anything quite like this- where are the clouds, the angels and their harps? She arises, collects her things, reads the scroll provided by the cat all in a confused daze, her body moving automatically- mechanically. Then, simply because it seems like the only logical thing to do first in such an illogical situation, Mami decides to try her luck with the "Vine"; eventually, after several tries, the leafy plant obliges her request to communicate by curling around a sudden and strange mirror.

The smile on her face hasn't faltered during any of this. She doesn't even know it's there. It's both her mask and who she is, the lonely blankness cultivated to look like calmness.]

...I have to say, I wasn't expecting the other side to resemble a garden. It's very beautiful, of course- I'm not trying to complain. But I still can't help but be curious when nearly everything I've heard turns out to be wrong, you know?

If anyone is out there, I'd like an explanation, please. [a pause as she glances down to rifle through her recovered belongings; the smile she can't feel grows bigger. Too many small things are starting to pick holes, cause doubt, invite feelings of disquiet: ah- she still has her Soul Gem....?] ....The cute cat that gave me a scroll already left, otherwise I would have tried to ask him, or her.

At the very least, it can't be a dream. Maybe we were wrong about what the final utopia would be like, but it's obviously impossible for the dead to dream. [She says that last part quietly, almost bitterly. It's sinking in more and more with each passing minute.]

[You hear a very loud yawn]

Ahhh...A week? This is what happens when you disrupt my sleep cycles.

[Yeah, she's been sleeping the whole time]

[Epsilon appears with a smile, addressing the mirror in a voice that is quiet, yet not without strength.]

Hello, everyone. I don't know you all yet, but my name is Epsilon. I'm wondering if there's anyone here who can help me. I'd like some information.

The moment in which I was taken from my world was a difficult and confusing one. Because of that, I'm not sure what happened to the people I was with, and I've been very worried about them. [They had been in great danger. Everyone had been in danger. If she could only know that they're all right, she'd feel so much better. She knows she probably won't be able to see them again--her children and her friends--but that doesn't matter nearly as much to her as their safety.] I'm sure you must have similar concerns about your loved ones.

If one of you is aware of of a way to find out what might be happening back on our worlds, or knows who I could ask about it, I would appreciate it very much. It's of great importance to me. Thank you.