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Weeks passed since that day- and as they did, Kira started to notice things... Little things, a little bit at a time. The main thing she was noticing were the two hybrids- Moth and Ace. They acted.. strange. Not in terms of personality- Ace was actually quite pleasant to be around, and Moth was.. well...not the most talkative, to say the least. No, the thing that confused Kira was the way they moved- For instance, If Moth jumped, her wings would move a little and it *seemed* to Kira that they'd bring her just the smallest bit higher. And Ace- he was drawn to the water, even sometimes finding himself sleepwalking there (Which, Kira had found out about by.. overhearing a conversation between the two). Kira had even heard him say that he felt so much more.. alive when his hand slid across the surface of the water. Kira could be imagining it- she could.. it wasn't really *possible* for these things to actually be happening. ...Although.. that's what the *mystics* said- and Kira knew better then anyone that they didn't exactly have the cleanest record when it came to.. lying. Kira was forced out of her head when she heard breakfast be called. Honestly, she found it funny, she almost missed the work she did at her old camp. It have her something to *do*, at least... Keyword being "almost". That was another thing, though, now that she thought of it- Why *were* they here? The point of this entire camp remained a mystery to Kira- although, one she was trying to solve. The members on the island didn't even have any apparent connection to each other- at least not that she could think of. But what she did know, was- again, they did *absolutely* NOTHING while they were there. When Kira looked at it from the point of view of a Mystic, it seemed like a total waste of resources. Especially considering that the person who *owned* this camp was FLAME. **The** KING Flame himself. It just.. didn't make sense- and seeing as Kira had nothing to DO, she had all the time in the world to think about it- (which really was an oversight of the Mystics themselves). Kira paused as she realized Buttercup hadn't eaten yet- and it didn't really look like she intended too. "..Hey- are you hungry?" Kira asked. Buttercup looked up, thinking for a moment before slowly nodding. "Y..Yeah.. but- ....It's too loud out there..." she mumbled, glancing down to her forever-fidgeting hands. A small smile formed across Kira's face. She'd seen this response coming from a mile away- it was really just for the sake of routine that she asked. "That's fineee- You know I'll go get you some." she laughed, hopping off the bed and ruffling Buttercup's fur. Buttercup hesitated, gazing up at Kira. "...But then you wont get to eat." she whimpered. Kira just shrugged, keeping her smile. "Heh. We'll see." she replied, that familiar mischievous glimmer making its way to her eyes yet again. And with that, she was off. Kira strolled through camp, watching everyone rush themselves to where food would be served. She wondered, silently, why everyone was in such a hurry in the first place. It's not like they had to fight for food here.. Habit, maybe. Kira ducked inside. The building that meals were held in was actually one of the only ones on the island with a *door*- but they were held open with rocks every morning to ensure nobody was given a mean whack to the face. Or.. that's what Kira *thought* it was for. At this moment, she didn't know that- despite this camp seemingly being a vacation spot in disguise- it was, in fact, a prison in disguise- one much stronger then almost all the other camps were. The doors quite literally reinforced that theme. What they were there for- or.. what *all* of this was there for, I couldn't tell you. Your supposed hero will figure it out soon enough, in any case. Kira gazed at the doors for a moment, allowing her hand to glide across them- she was doing it again! She *had* to stop letting her mind wander away like that- especially when she was in the middle of something.. It just.. got in the way. Kira sighed, slipping away from the tall wooden doors and walking over to one of a few tables where food was served. Huh- soup. Kira would *normally* be happy that they were serving soup- ....except.. soup is a *little* difficult to **steal**. Kira grabbed a bowl and took some for buttercup- still trying to figure out if there was any way at ALL that she could hide a bowl of soup! She laughed to herself a little, because for some odd reason, she found the idea of stealing a bowl of soup to be quite entertaining. +