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Marcus Dursley were visiting the University, his family finances the place for generations so it was normal for him to go visit whenever required and he could show the girls how things usually works, he always keep a very serious look in front of others but he was a big softie with his girls
“Girls, come on we are expected us in the auditorium” He said to the teens
“Coming father” the older said as she grabs her sister’s hand and walks towards him. Annabel were the blonde mice in blue around 14 meanwhile Agatha were the dark haired one in red around 12. Marcus were quite proud of his daughters, they were his treasure and he would do anything to protect them
He took the girls to the auditorium, unaware about who he would meet.
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(Marcus)
Padriac chuckled in good nature at the request before taking a seat at the harp and easily positioned his hands and fingers along the long strings.
Then, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the professor proceeded to play Lacrimosa, his fingers gracefully gliding across the strings as they conjured the song's sounds into the air. For a seeming eternity, Padriac lost himself in the music, the stresses of daily life fading from his mind.
Yet at the back of his mind, he never stopped noticing the feel of Marcus' gaze on him - and the larger rodent did not mind at all.
Eventually, the professor reached the natural ending point of the song and allowed his fingers to slow and in turn the music to bow out into silence. Clearing his throat, he turned his head towards his audience with a humored smile.
"I do apologize if the rhythm or melody were a touch off. It's been a while since I last touched this sort of instrument after all."
"Delbin, have you see Spyro anywhere? I haven't seen him since this morning and it has me worried. It doesn't help that I've been sensing some strange magical energies lately as well. That can't be a coincidence." (Nestor, Main verse)
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[ " No, No, I suppose I haven't seen Spyro lately. Could he be in one of the other worlds? I suppose we could ask around first if you haven't done already. " ]
Delbin placed his hand on his chin, rubbing it profusely as he thought about it. Spyro liked running about the place, but also, Spyro liked adventure, and with the dragon getting older, the group of dragons could not be so worrisome or overprotective of what was in better words their adoptive son. Everyone's...adopted son. That was still a weird concept that Delbin hadn't yet come to terms with, but he'll learn.
[ " Though, 'strange' magic signatures is already something to be worried about. " ]
[ " Please don't apologize, Nestor. I don't like when you apologize. " ]
Honestly, no one did, it was never Nestor's fault, but the poor leader always found a way to make it his fault, it was alright to be worried for Spyro, it was alright for him to be antsy and restless on any given day. Delbin just wished Nestor would slow down, and actually take the time to take a break at a time like this. Being said, Delbin wasn't really in the know-how of getting Nestor to calm down.
[ " Unwind? You're wording it like you want me on my knees again. " ]
Delbin laughed heartily.
[ " I'm joking! I'm joking! We could relax on the beaches of Dragon Shores for a little bit--just talk. About what? Just--anything. Get everything off your chest. " ]
He'd wrap an arm around Nestor's shoulders with a gentle smile. If there was anything Delbin was known for--it was for how gentle he was, with anyone. Nestor especially. He know how stressful the leader position was, and somehow always had an idea of how to unwind, even if it were something as simple as just talking everything out of your system. That seemed to have worked well enough for most dragons, even prior experiences with Nestor was helped with just talking it through.
A deep green emerald dominated Nestor's cheeks at the unintended innuendo, and right away the Artisan leader shook his head with a hastily waving hand.
"G-Goodness no! Nothing of the sort!" Dear Mother Serpent, Nestor felt like an utter fool to not have thought through his response more. It took all his willpower not to apologize again.
"I just meant some quiet time like maybe at Gavin's bar" - he crossed his arms in second thought, doing his best to restrain his wagging tail at the feel of Delbin's strong warm arm around his shoulders - "although, perhaps Dragon Shores would be more appropriate. I don't feel like being around any large crowds at the moment."
Nestor risked a glance and nervous smile at Delbin. "As long as you have the time to join me."
Once given permission to enter the palace grounds, Nestor ambled through the opened gates and down the cobbled pathway at a casual pace that did well to hide his anxiety.
That's when he noticed one of the students walking about in the distance, the young one's head low and eyes to the ground in a rather pensive expression. Nestor found himself reminded of Spyro whenever the younger dragon was having a bad day.
But the elder reptile shook his head ward off such thoughts. Best to leave the little one to his own devices lest Nestor cause a scene by accident by spooking the child with his appearance.
Mostly because the dragon still couldn't shake off what had happened earlier in town.
Hopefully this meeting with the king and queen would put his mind at ease. Hell, maybe he'd even catch sight of Artair. Already, thoughts of the faun had Nestor's tail wagging like a puppy dog, but the Artisan leader steeled himself.
"I must focus," he murmured as he neared the palace doors.
It didn't take long until one of the students came approaching him. "Mr. P! I heard that your dragon friend is here!" She exclaimed rather excitedly, catching Artair off guard. He seemed genuinely surprised, by one of his students seeming rather happy about Nestor visiting.
"Well, I'm sure he's here to have a chat with the king and queen themselves." He smiles gently, watching his student take off to do their work.
He can feel his heart beating with joy so he tried to calm his heart down. He'd have to visit Nestor after he gets done with teaching his students.
Indeed, Nestor couldn't deny a thrum of excitement at the back of his head as he conducted his business with Enchancia's rulers, doing his best to stay focused on the discussion at hand, particularly on the rising incidents that evidently centered around non-humans.
Unfortunately, the recent incidents also meant Nestor had to continually suppress a gnawing concern for a certain faun, memories bringing back to that near incident with the balcony.
Much to the emerald dragon's relief, the meeting did not take much longer to conclude and in a few minutes Nestor emerged out of the front doors and heaved a thankful sigh.
Maybe Artair will be done with classes by this time, the Artisan thought to himself as he looked to the surrounding towers of the palace and tried to imagine the faun in one of them teaching his students.
Nestor blushed once he notice his tail wagging like a puppy dog's, the sight earning him a few giggles from some passing human women.
The dragon flashed an awkward smile with a deep emerald blush before gripping the end of his tail in one hand and hurriedly making his way to a nearby cafe so he could sit down to have some time to settle himself down.
Aqua gasped in surprise at the small badger's response.
After the months she and the others had spent tirelessly searching for Sora in the wake of Xehanort's defeat, the bluenette had come to the point of expecting yet another dead end, starting to wonder if their vanished quarry had been whisked to another plane of existence altogether.
So to hear that Sora had been sighted sounded like nothing less than a miracle - except Aqua had been through enough to know better than to expect too much, too soon. After all, she still had no idea how this strange unfamiliar world worked.
She cocked her head with a concerned gaze as she regarded the badger again. "Did you also happen to see any strange creatures as well? Ink black and bug like? Yellow glowing eyes?"
❝ Those guys were scary. ❞ That was effectively a "yes".
❝ Hey, —wait! Before you go off to be a hero or whatever, if you tell me exactly what's going on, I can help. ❞
He knows he doesn't look like much, but The Kit was much more effective at kicking monster butt than Bradley himself.
The badger pulled out the magic remote from his back pocket.
❝ I can't let you go fight monsters all by yourself. ❞ What kind of man would he be if he let a woman and a child handle everything by themselves?
Bradley looked for anything on The Kit that could help them out.
He could upgrade Aqua's giant key to an actual sword if he could just find the right button.
Let's see: Scale, Transfer, Explosive, Duplicate.... is there an Upgrade on this thing?
Aqua nodded and was just about to head off in the direction Sora (if that was even Sora) evidently went when the badger begged her to hold up.
The Keyblade Master paused in confusion at first, only to gape in surprise at the offer to help. While she wasn't as used to the idea of enlisting the help of a world's inhabitants in combat as Sora was, she had enough experience to recognize the benefits of an ally that knew the ins and outs of this world.
Although that left one last question, one that only intensified once she got a good look at the odd-looking remote the badger pulled out.
"Are...you able to fight with that? How does it even work?"
"Um, hello. You wouldn't happen to have seen a young man with spiky brown hair, have you?" (Aqua - Main verse)
❝ Was he the one carrying a big key? ❞ Bradley asked.
❝ He went that way. ❞ The badger pointed down the hallway.
❝ He looked kinda urgent, —any idea what's going on in there? ❞
Bradley found himself looking towards the blue-haired woman with uneasiness. The spikey-haired kid had been holding that giant novelty key like a baseball bat over his shoulder as he ran, like he actually expected to be forced to attack something down the hall with it.
Aqua gasped in surprise at the small badger's response.
After the months she and the others had spent tirelessly searching for Sora in the wake of Xehanort's defeat, the bluenette had come to the point of expecting yet another dead end, starting to wonder if their vanished quarry had been whisked to another plane of existence altogether.
So to hear that Sora had been sighted sounded like nothing less than a miracle - except Aqua had been through enough to know better than to expect too much, too soon. After all, she still had no idea how this strange unfamiliar world worked.
She cocked her head with a concerned gaze as she regarded the badger again. "Did you also happen to see any strange creatures as well? Ink black and bug like? Yellow glowing eyes?"