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  Tip tap.

     The rushing sound of footsteps had sent a wave of chills rushing down the teen's spine; who's there? His guard was risen by sheer will power, after all...such an act was necessary considering the circumstances. Furthermore were the stakes risen due to the fact that night had fallen--of course, such knowledge was not easily obtained from the strike of a clock nor the position of the sun; each student kept captive among the school grounds knew such merely from Monobear's announcement. Remaining in one's room was a self-decreed rule by the students...so why had an ill sense embraced the brunette at such an hour?

     Exiting his room on gut instinct was more than likely a mistake the moment nimble digits had turned the doorknob; but sorrow and guilt were sure to overwhelm him if he did not act. Minutes of searching had been undergone, a sigh of relief just about to pass up until a quick squeak of sneakers had perked his attention. With a deep inhale would he take off in the sound's direction only to discover an individual unfamiliar to him.

“The nights are growing darker…” Wisps of fog trailed past parted lips as these irrelevant hushed words were spoken. The speaker watched in mild fascination as the fog curled furtively in the frosty air before dissipating completely. Stella’s lips drew into a thin line as her slender fingers clutched tightly onto her coat in attempt to guard herself from the bitter cold. She began making her way back to her manor, her gait quickening at the thought of the promised warmth of her shelter.

The sounds of the island dwellers conversing in the busy temperate area was heard most frequently this day. The Annual Destiny Islands Appreciation Festival was up and running again. Through the island's local high school, Sora found himself to be the one to approach curious individuals who were cautiously walking along the borderlines of the festival and welcome them until he had caught their interest. It wasn't a problem, but the fact that Kairi and Riku were assigned to different locations much farther than his own drained out a little bit of the fun.

Seeing the happy and joyful expressions of the kids winning their first festival game or dancing in one of Destiny Islands most famous native dances brought back the excitement and a drop of an Adrenaline Rush that vested itself within the pit of Sora's stomach. He was familiar with the island's distinct culture, though more-so was interested in it in his more younger years. The humanoid wooden-based carvings still hanged on his wall and on the top shelving of his desk. Yet another assemblage examined the populated event with knowledge-seeking eyes were walking in his direction. "Welcome to Destiny Island's most fun festival of the year." His line was committed to memory by now, but still had a friendly tone that didn't made the repeated sentence as boring as it should've been two hours later from the start of his job as a greeter.