Witnessing his Shot hit its mark, Glyde began to step back. He looked in quick, side-to-side glances down the alleys along the street. There wasn't much more he could do given the state he was in, and retreating and taking cover could, at the very least ensure that he didn't get in anyone else's way. He set off, groggily, to his left towards a side street when the telling green aura encompassed his body. "Cured." He came to a halt, feeling somewhat stronger. With a touch and go, he turned and moved back towards the fighting... Just in time to see Chrono dispatch the last of them. "Figures," he huffed, slowing his pace to a light jog. "Thanks for the heal, whoever that was; not that I got to make much good on it... should we take it that the fire and those Heartless weren't unrelated?"
KABOOM?
He was still coughing up a lung when they came. Still shaking off the dusting of soot and ash from the fire. He was even still lamenting the damage done unto his trusted cloak, which was beginning to accrue wear and tear that never would have befallen it if he had still been back home. When the Heartless emerged onto the city streets, Glyde was a far cry from prepared to battle. While he lacked the skill to completely measure where he stood, he knew he felt too weak to engage in a battle; it was too soon after an even greater ordeal. The best he could hope for was that he could keep a distance somehow. If I had more in me, I could just shoot them off, he though. Yeah. Only if. Depleted and sore from the rescue, he determined himself to simply hold out the battle and attempt to defend from and evade the Heartless as they came; if he could take out a few here and there, he would. He looked over the ensuing battle picking out a proper target. The larger Heartless seemed too strong to defeat with one shot; the smaller ones almost seemed to be a waste of an otherwise useful technique... He sighed, resigned to what he had to do. His Keyblade came to him. He lined up a Shot, aimed at a Yellow Opera, and fired. Enemies Defeated: 1 Yellow Opera Enemies Remaining: 2 Defenders 36 Icy Cube 5 Neoshadows 21 Blue Rhapsodies 10 Yellow Operas 6 Bolt Towers HP: 5/40 AP: 26/26 MP: 0/20 DP: 3/3
With considerable effort, Glyde escorted the elderly man to street level. As he had reached the top landing on the 8th floor, he stopped briefly to cast a second Cure, restoring most of the man's strength to move with less assistance. The two of them arrived on the ground as the last people from the 9th Floor made their way down to the first floor. Glyde then left the man to Master Thallasa's care, and stepped aside to assess his own damages. He was coughing almost as soon as he had emerged outside, traces of ash from the smoke ejecting from his throat. His clothes, still not the cleanest even before going into the fire, were covered in a warm dusting; the leather of his boots was slightly melted; the bottom seam of his cloak had been burnt, black and dark brown marks contrasting against the normally light tan coloring... It was at least half an inch shorter than it had been. "Never thought I'd see the day I did something that crazy." He glanced around, cocked his head sideways and asked, "wasn't Aria with us?" ((As best as I could tell, Torrin had chased those guys a little ways off from the rest of the group)).
Despite all odds, Glyde succeeded in scaling his way back down the building with the children and mother in tow; albeit a slow, and somewhat complicated process given the tendencies of his wards to air towards overwhelming fear. With somewhat less of an effort than he had anticipated, he found himself ushering the three at ground level within several minutes of finding them. From what he could tell making the way down from the 9th floor, the fire had remained, in its initial stages, contained within the upper three levels. For so long as it would remain isolated from the lower floors, the task of rescuing those trapped inside wasn't likely to become much more dangerous. Riddled with the uncertainty of what was compelling him to act, he ran back towards the burning residence, witnessing the fires erupt out from the 5th floor as well. So much for a contained fire. He had reached within feet of the entrance when slowed into a halt; the intensity of the heat was almost abnormal to him. Perhaps it was because his closest interactions with fire had always been through a fireplace, but the draft of heat and flames was proving unbearable, and beyond that, compromising to his own well-being... saving lives wouldn't mean much if he got himself killed out of recklessness in the process. He had to get back up to get at least a few more people out if he could, although he wasn't sure why. He cast Cure on himself, and proceeded back up, continuing to shield himself under his cloak in spite of how little it was actually worth. He scaled back up, intent upon continuing off where he had left off on the 9th floor. He stopped on the 8th floor, however, upon hearing the hoarse cry for help of someone strained far passed what they could handle. Glyde rushed out from the stairwell, and onto the 8th floor, Towards the end of the hall, he came to a small living space. Near the wall, through the smoke and fire, he clearly made out an older man, old enough to have been someone's grandfather, pinned under a fallen bookcase. He hurried across the room towards the man. "I'm gonna try to help," he said. "If I get this thing off of you, do you think you get up if I give you a hand?" The man thought for a second before nodding his head. "Yeah, sonny. I think I've got enough strength to manage that." With as much strength as he could call upon, Glyde lifted and turned over the bookcase. Now freed, the man used Glyde as a crutch to get on his feet. Continuing to support the man, Glyde made his way back towards ground level. "Darn decent of all you young'uns to help us all out. "All in a day's work for us, you could say," Glyde responded. The pair came out into the hall. "The eighth floor should be clear!" Glyde called out ahead to anyone that might have been about to come in.
A new world opened out before Glyde as he followed through the portal. Seeinh less of a breathtaking view than the previous two excursions, he took in the scenes of the city with nonchalance, and mild discomfort; cities didn't feel so exciting in person, and they usually meant droves of other people massed together in dense crowds. He'd have rather been on another ship, or at a different castle. He bit back his displeasure and held onto his criticisms of the choice of destination. For a moment, he took a combing glance around the roads, pinning the alleys and backstreets... just in case. BOOM! He whipped his head up, looking behind Master Thallasa, where a building had burst into a torrent of flames. Far above, the shadow of someone or something fleeing the scene was just visible through the cloud of smoke. Glyde was nearly read to give chase until Torrin declared his intent to pursue alone. Setting his attention to the burning building, he ran in with his team. While several of them moved to the tenth floor, Glyde stopped at the 9th. He soon located a mother and two children; using his cloak to help shield the children from the fire, he escorted the three down to the ground level. Glyde went to the 9th Floor 10/13 People on 9th Floor
Despite the lacking of formal conditioning, Glyde had thought himself in decent shape for someone of his age; he attributed the majority of that to his keep-busy lifestyle back home, partially to some luck in the hands of whatever genealogy he had come from, and what little more at that point to his more recent ventures alongside the other Keybearers. The run through the mountainous landscape provided a significant challenge: the rugged terrain was rough on his muscles, especially his legs and feet, and the thinness of the air at such a high elevation was an adversity he wasn't acclimated to in the slightest. All perception he had previously held in terms of his own physical prowess depleted as quickly as his stamina during the course of the run. Arriving back at the castle in the wake of the workout, he was literally gasping in breaths of what little air he could get into his lungs. His stomach empty from burning through his breakfast, let out a roar as he dropped down to relax. Fortunately, a meal had been prepared just in time for the running group's return; not long after, Glyde, and presumably his comrades, were replenished from the hearty lunch. It was as Glyde took his last gulp of water that Master Gero had come down from the castle. Having been in abnormally high spirits from the run, Glyde soured considerably when he heard the orders. He had no qualms, of course, with parting for yet another world; it was one of just two options they would have had, the other being simply staying put where they were. What gave pause to his positive disposition was learning that they would not be accompanied on this leg by either Master Choma or Master Atmos. He stared, with no deficit of skepticism, at Master Thallasa. I guess... if she intends to teach us along the way... Given the chance to say his goodbyes, Glyde tracked down Master Atmos. He didn't have much in the way of an emotional departure commentary; but his outlook was something he felt the need to divulge. "I had hoped to learn more from you directly," he said when he finally came face-to-face with her. "Seeing as it was your world that I had landed on an all, it only seems right that I should have. But, seeing as we're leaving here and you're not, I figure whatever questions I've still got, I'll have to answer them for myself." He turned around, beginning to make his leave, but then stopped, and turned his head. "Thank you for taking me in while I was down and all. I'll do my best to not your hospitality go to waste." He had little further to say; anything else would have been overbearing, considering how much he had the Master didn't really know each other. He turned away, and returned to join the group as they would make their exodus from the castle. He would look to Master Thallasa, still with a hint of skepticism, and ask, "where do we go now, then?"
"Hmmm?" From a state buried into the deeper recesses of contemplation, Glyde emerged from his own head to Take's voice. Slightly dumbfounded, he returned to the awareness of his physical surroundings. Remaining planted against wall, he stared down the hall as Take ran past. At first, he stood in a puzzled response; his mind processed whatever it was Take had said. Slowly, the brain caught up to the ears. An inappropriately bright flare of understanding shone across his face. "A run?" He looked across the hall to the door into the Masters' chamber; it was still shut tight, with no evidence of opening soon. "Better than standing here for God-knows-how-long, I suppose." He wasn't sure he's be able to keep to keep up with his peers; he had never been astute to formal physical training. Even so, he pushed off from the wall, whipping off his cloak and leaving it in an a miraculously neat bundle in the hallway. Taking a slow start to warm his body, he jogged outside, where would catch up with Take and Boreas. "Where do we run to?"
The meeting adjourned in a particularly prompt manner. For as much information as had been divulged over its course, it seemed, to Glyde, that only bits and pieces of it all held any real weight for anyone; everyone, though, was seeming to have a claim to stake in the Lightchaser situation... What's mine then? Glyde exited into the hall, trailing a few paces behind. He stopped just outside and turned around only to face down a closed door. Surmising that the Masters had business the students could not sit in for, Glyde walked to the opposite wall and propped himself against it. There, he stood in waiting; speaking with Atmos was the first thing he had felt the need to do, and that which he hadn't been able to since waking nearly a week ago. Just how long would he have to wait? He bowed his head, and closed his eyes, brows furrowing in an immersed thought.
Glyde reeled back into the cluster of people as Master Kaio took it upon himself to berate his lack of knowledge. He scoffed, making a near-silent grunt under the din of the Master's raised voice. What a jerk. The Master wasn't nearly as collected and eloquent as Glyde would have expected of someone of his position. Nor did he seem to have grasped the entirety of what Glyde had said; it was as if he hadn't prefaced his question by informing them that he was practically brand new to wielding the Keyblade. Thankful, at the very least, for the defense on his behalf taken by other Masters, he withdrew himself from the immediate conversation. He wouldn't pursue matters of his own ignorance any further; not with the Council anyways. He would simply have to learn more from Atmos when time allowed for it. It wasn't until Aria had chimed in her opinion on the plan of staying fortified within the castle that he stepped up again. "As far as the keeping the Princesses, namely Aria, safe, wouldn't this be the first sort of place that this Light Chaser guy would come looking? I mean, if he's searching for these Princesses, then castles like this are probably high up on his hit list, so to speak. Not to doubt any of your abilities as far as concealing and protecting this world, but if he does find it, it's not too likely that he'd just pass through and let it be, is it?"
“Doing things differently, huh?” Glyde’s neck arced upward. He gazed reminiscently through the few openings in the treetop, catching what he could of the sky above. He heaved in deeply. “I had tried doing things differently; trying something new, that broke up the monotony of everyday life. It ended up… well, not all that great we’ll say. “That’s kind of what got me here though. If it means anything, I don’t feel so much sorry for myself as much as sorry for other people that ended up worse off for it. what I had done, that is. Mostly, I guess it’s just… well, guilt, on my part. I messed things up back home. I think that’s why I ended up on Atmos’ world in the first place. But I don’t really know.” He lowered and leveled his head and saw Illiana starting to move faster. He heard her beckon for him to hurry back to the castle, so he could eat his breakfast. Obliging with no further words, he started to run back through the thick of the forest. Unsure where he had gotten to the strength and audacity for it, he managed his way back up the tree and into the open window near his room. Within the remaining time, he squeezed in a hurried shower (at best, a formality, as he only had his single set of clothes to return to after) and consumed his morning meal before falling in behind Master Choma to meet with the Council. He maintained focus on Gero as he spoke, and then on Tinnarah’s story as she took her turn. It all seemed complicated; Tinnarah’s nervousness and dishevelment only made it more difficult for Glyde to wrap his head around. He looked to the ‘Master of Masters.’ Raising his hand, he spoke out, “apologies if I’m speaking out of turn. I’m, very new to this being a Keyblade wielder business. What, or rather who, are The Seven?” Though some vague memory of their mention lurked somewhere in the back of Glyde’s mind, he couldn’t pull anything more from it.
"Jeez. No need to be so aggravated." Glyde continued along, trailing behind Illiana a slightly wider distance; having been greeted by the business end of her Keyblade had left him both shaken and considerate to what he assumed was her personal space. "Breakfast is a bit of a ways from being ready... I mean, I've only just put my request in. The guy that took it seemed a bit taken aback by, well, everything from the broken door and on... Didn't seem too wanting of my company." Not wanting to be caught out on his own, he darted into the wood, walking beneath where Illiana was tree-hopping. "I figure I might as well be in company; you know, rather than sulking about on my own like a lost, stray pup; you, as I recall, were the one that told me to stop having such a pity party." He paused, taking in the moment of silence that followed his comment. "And you just happened to be the only other person left converse with at the moment." As he spoke, he thought to how the last time he had followed Illiana had landed him behind bars. "So, I take it that jumping out of windows and climbing trees in wedges must be a less arduous undertaking than going down a set of stairs?"
"Heh. Yeah." Glyde snorted lightly at Illiana's final comment to himself and Adalric. "Nothing suspicious about me at all. As straightforward and honest as they come," he mused in a hushed tone. "If only." She'll be surprised when-- If. That's a pretty big if. They'll start asking questions. I'm not the one any of these Masters are interested in. Won't have to give them much more than a first name, if that. "Wait, what?" He snapped out of his own thoughts and looked around at the now near-empty bedroom. Aria and Torrin had, clearly, taken their leave while he made his request for breakfast. Illiana, too, had just vanished from sight around the corner of the doorway. He stared, awkwardly, at Adalric, who had since been silent. He glanced around the room one more time, and drew in a deep, calming breath. "You look like someone that has a bit much on his hands right now," he said, with a slight inflection of inquisition. "And don't seem thrilled to have anyone in tow. My offer to help with meal delivery stands, if it's needed. But I won't bother you until then." He edged around Adalric, backing out from the room and into the hallway. He looked in both directions, catching sight of Illiana as she climbed out a window. "Umm... I guess... send for me; or I'll find you; or not. Man, this is a weird morning." He turned towards the open window, and ran towards it. He had never been much for tree climbing; not for lack of wanting, of course; there weren't too many good trees to climb where he had been from. Haphazardly, he found his way over and down with a tumbling landing. "Oof." He jogged, eventually catching up to Illiana. "You're certainly one to chide people for being suspicious. You do know there are things called doors... and stairs, right? Or do you simply prefer the scenic route?"
"I guess it's my turn then." Glyde looked to Asalric, thought for a second, and made his request. "I'll go with scrambled eggs and toast as well; might seem odd, but if you've got any sort hot sauce, a light drizzle of it on the eggs would be good for mine. Any fruit you have will do, though I'm partial to berries... kind of a back-home thing. And... yeah, I'll go with a hot chocolate as well. I'd say some water for all of us too. Sorry to bog you down with so much; I can help bring it over if you won't mind; I could use a little tour of this place." Awaiting Adalric's response, Glyde looked at the latest guest in the room: Illiana. "Really, everything is fine. This is just, kinds where the three of us happened to fall in this morning."
“Right.” Glyde gave Aria a thumbs up and soft, withdrawn smile. “I’ll be back ASAP.” He turned on his toes, and set off in a brisk stride down the corridor. Walking back in the direction he had come from, he stopped briefly by his room to clear the shards of broken glass that he had left in his wake minutes earlier. Scooping the shattered pieces of the plate and mug with his cloak, he bunched the garment around them like a munny pouch; load by load, he disposed of them in a small wastebin in the corner of his room. Getting back to the task at hand, he looked up the corridor, and then back down. There, he came to the conclusion that he would, more than likely, end up getting lost in the castle before finding the kitchens, or even a crumb of food. Somewhat disheartened, he turned and walked back towards Aria's room, figuring that the older Keybearer with her would have some direction... Even better, he caught the castle resident who had guided them to their rooms and provided dinner the night before. He gave young man a wave, indicating to check in on the room, and slipped in and out of the way ahead of him. "Realized I haven't the foggiest clue where the kitchen here is," he said, mildly embarrassed. "But I found the guy that brought us up here last night." Glyde watched from aside as the young ward of the castle entered the room seconds later, and gaped that the broken door, and then to the three of them. Glyde, too, took a side-glance at the broken door. “Long story,” he said. “Not one great for the retelling; you’d be bored out of your mind.” He explained, looking to dodge any further inquiry down the line. “Oh… breakfast?” his mouth twitched slightly. “Good coincidence that you came down this way.” Though he tried to mask it, his tone was notably put-off. “I was about to look for the kitchens… Get their requests first,” he finished, nodding to Aria and Torrin.
"Oh." Glyde took two steps forward, coming to a stop just outside of the door into Aria's room. "No, no. Nothing like that." The nervois quiver subsided; his discomfort eased, and loosened slightly. "I was already awake when I heard you. Didn't sleep too well myself, so I figured I'd get up and about. Usually, once I'm awake, I can't just go back to sleep. "Seems you had a rougher night than I did, though." He looked over Aria carefully. He knew the feeling of needing to keep to one's self. "Just came to see what the trouble was, since I was down the hall. You look alright now though... I can carry on, if you'd prefer I left," he repeated. "Was gonna go see where breakfast was at, if anywhere. Bring you back something?"
... A gale force wind stormed out from the open door with a bellowing roar. Like dust and debris wrapping into a cyclone, pitch black and deep violet particles of Darkness and shadow rushed out riding the wind. Standing downwind, the dark haired boy fought against the torrent; he had carried nearly twenty feet from the door by the initial outburst. In long, slow, laborious strides, he pushed his way towards the door. He had to close it; though he wasn't sure how, or if he even could, it had to be done. It was his fault anyways. Overhead, the Homestead Lodge lurched and rumbled. Clutter clattered in violent crashes as it fell to the floors. At the epicenter of the disaster, the wayhouse was getting the full impact of the tremors rocking the tunnels beneath and around its foundations. It won't last, the boy worried. The Lodge would fall into itself if he couldn't cut off the Darkness soon enough. Yet, it remained an effort of futility: try as he might against the gale and shadow, he could cover no more than five feet before losing resistance and being blown back further than he had been; the best he could do was hold his position and hope that the storm would settle at some point. BOOM! A massive roar of thunder erupted from outdoors, shaking even the cavern leading to the door. Then, appearing in silhouettes just beyond the door frame, the small, yellow-eyed monsters began emerging. Allowing the wind to take them forth, they flowed like a river of tar into the cavern corridor. “No!” the boy cried. He threw his arms forward. The Key gifted to him… or was it cursed... unto him by his mentor manifest between his clasping fingers. Flares of energy flew from the opposite end of the Key, destroying several of the “yelloweyes”; it wasn’t enough to maintain a constant fire against the creatures. His effort to keep the beasts under fire only helped to throw his resistance against the gale. The force emanating from the door only swelled to greater intensity. As though it were aware of the boy’s struggle to cease its rage, the Darkness directed its power exactingly upon him. With a final heave, it swept the boy’s feet out from beneath him. As a husk of tumbleweed whipped about by a cyclone, the boy was flung back through the cavern, into an enveloping cloud of shadow. He felt the backside of his head slam against a hard surface. HIs vision blurred rapidly; within seconds, all was dark to him... The sensation of treading through a tunnel towards blinding white light ushered Glyde into the waking world. He rose from the bed in the manner in an almost jumping fashion. Panting heavily, gasping for air, he felt the running of another cold sweat down his face. “Another one,” he grunted. He retained a yelp or scream, for the concern that he might wake someone, or otherwise draw attention to his room. Silently, save for his heavy breathing, he threw his covers off, and set his feet down to the floor. He took a single, protracted stare at the window: night gone, and morning had come. The mist and fog covered the details of the landscape, but he could tell that it was light outside. Working to utter at least a small measure of control over himself, he set about dressing for the day ahead. The process amounted to very little; he had only the clothes on his back, his cloak, and the boots he had tucked under the bed the previous night. Within less than two minutes, he was fully clothed, cloak included. Though with a hesitant first step, he set out down the corridor, carrying with him the stained, but otherwise empty plate and drinking glass from the prior evening’s dinner. He wasn’t entirely certain in which direction to go to get anywhere in the castle… A sudden scream from the same corridor, while not the compass he had hoped for, guided him towards others among the castle guests. Curious and beyond that concerned by the scream, he quick dropped the plate and glass to the floor, and ran back down the hall, where he saw Torrin rushing into a room not far off. Glyde arrived in time overhear the conversation… it had been Aria’s scream… A nightmare… Her too. After a minute of consideration, Glyde neared the room as well, but restrained himself to remaining just outside. He quivered from shaken nerves. Should he say anything? Or simply back away? Involuntarily, he let out a cough, and quickly reeled back, still in view. “Uh, sorry. I was just... I didn’t mean to-- should I just go away?”
Amidst the slew of reunions, Glyde found himself caught on the fringes of the activity. Atmos rushed to Take's side to comfort him in the wake of his persisting injury. The Keybearer from Eventide gravitated towards Aria. Chrono and Choma were beckoned to accompany the unwell blonde girl... Tinnarah? He wasn't so shocked as, perhaps, the others might have been. Albeit on short-term, his memory of her was vague at its best; after all, he hadn't had a chance to interact much with her prior to her being whisked away. It was only after taking a longer look at her that he had even realized she had been present among the students only a short while ago. The greater share of his surprise was seeing her having clearly aged at least four years since the last time he had seen her. For her sake, he just hoped that she had at least gotten to experience those years in awareness of their passage. As he processed the events before him, he soon felt a feeling of liquid trickling down his face. Suddenly aware of the droplet of water from his eye rolling down the front of his cheek, he hurriedly rubbed it away with his arm. Holding out against a new, swelling sense of longing, he fought back further tears with shut eyes; he didn't need anyone chiding him for getting emotional on them, and much less needed anyone prying on him just because he seemed vulnerable. Reopening his eyes, he rushed forward to catch up to the caravan of Keybearers en route to the west wing. "Sure," he said, when their 'escort' for lack of a better of term, informed them that he would be able to bring them a meal before they turned in. "I'll take anything, as long as it's edible and, you know, not still alive." Before long, he was settled into a room of his own. It wasn't a grand space. But it was just the right size for comfort, and the simple furnishing and linens left it with as much of home-feeling as he could have asked for. He whipped off his travel cloak, dropping it neatly over a post at the head of his bed, and kicked off his footwear, stowing it under the bed frame. Turning back towards the door, he closed it, and, for the time being, secured the interior lock. He wasn't expecting an visitors beyond the eventual arrival of food. "Not that that'll do much good," he mused, with a sarcastic chuckle as he remembered Illiana's lesson back in the brig. I'd hope that they'd be courteous enough to not invade our privacy. Stretching, he strode to the other end of the room, and peered wistfully from a window overlooking a deep valley. They probably know, you know. What you did. I bet they don't miss a trick, this lot. I'm the last of their worries right now. Besides, I didn't... really do anything? Whatever you've got to tell yourself. Groaning, he ruffed his hair, and took wide steps to his bed, falling onto the mattress.
"A change of plans?" Glyde thought aloud. A quick survey of his peers showed that some of them were confused by the prospect. He could admit that he might have been confused as well. It was difficult to be thrown off by a change to a plan when he didn't know what the original plan was going to be anyways. Even so, the thought of something coming up that would cause Choma to amend the group's next step was somewhat intriguing, and more than a bit concerning. Something significant was on the horizon. Superiors to the Masters. That seemed to confirm that there were matters important enough to be addressed before they moved on to another world that needed saving. Glyde looked around a second time; visible signs of perplexity continued at the mention of people that governed the likes of Choma and Atmos. He wasn't effected so much by this revelation; his brief exposure this wider world of the Keybearers had left him with few notions and assumptions regarding a chain of command. When he considered the existence of Keyblade Wielders either more powerful, or with authority over those that were teaching students, it only made sense. An undertaking of such a span, with so much relevance to the worlds practically required a measure of centralization. Otherwise, someone such as Choma, or Atmos, could have liberty to stir up trouble without being held accountable. Glyde followed closely as the party stepped through Choma's portal. He squinted his eyes against the luminous shine of sunlight; he hadn't realized how his eyes had adjusted to the dimly lit ships and underbrush they had just ventured through. When his eyes readjusted to the natural light, he gasped. The scene was something breathtaking: a mountainous landscape. peaks rising high into the sky; in the distance, a massive sea covered the distance beyond what Glyde could see. The feature that captivated him the most was not the natural landscape, but the man-made structure that they had all stepped into the shadow of. A massive castle, built upon what Glyde could only guess was the highest mountain for miles, its towers rising to touch the clouds themselves. "They can probably see everything from up there," he mused under his breath. The conversing of others drew his attention back towards ground level. A party of warriors was approaching. As the two groups converged, Glyde recognized two of them right away: Master Atmos, and the other Keybearer that had assisted them in in Eventide Town. A third person, a blonde girl, who seemed unconscious, was oddly familiar, though without a name to put to the face, Glyde didn't dwell on it. "She looks exhausted," Glyde said, responding primarily to Chrono. "And not the 'gotta get some sleep' kind."
The events aboard the ship winding down, Glyde eased a bit. Shaking himself loose he found a seat upon an overturned wooden crate, and began drinking a serving of tea. He remained silent, but engaged in the exchanges around him. When the time came for the Keybearers to depart to their next task, he finished the last of his beverage, and got back to his feet. Crossing over towards Jim, he looked the cabin boy in the eye with sincere expression. "I hope everything works out for you." He turned to Silver, grinned, and said, "keep yourself out of the brig, lad." He turned back towards Master Choma, and walked over to join him. "I'm good to go whenever everyone else is."
