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Fionel Gilsina
Status : Alive
Role : Dream-magic master and Keyblade master
First appearance : Traverse Town
Relatives : Cassieday (frienemies), Jazz (friend), Noelle (Keyblade Apprentice)
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“And… what did you say this stuff is called again?”
“Jungle juice.”
They sang out in harmony together; The sound of crumpling plastic bags and bottle caps fizzing, popping, flowing. Resulting from the sound, a chorus of liquid sloshing and splashing filled the ears of the languorous kyomin and her reindeer apprentice. Vibrant hues of liquid threatened to bedabble Noelle’s clothes, a single step back taken in recognition. She watched as Fionel poured bottle upon bottle of carbonated drinks and light alcohol into a glass cistern, stewing the alarming amount of sweets and sliced fresh fruits floating atop the rising tides in bubbles.
“Now, um… do I have to drink this? It seems like a lot of alcohol… n-not that it doesn’t look good or anything! It looks gr-”
“Oh, you can be honest with me, Noelle. It’s vile, I know. Sorry to disappoint you but this stuff’s just for me.” Fionel assured Noelle with a sarcastically guilty shrug. “And hey, the alcohol’s probably the least of your worries with this stuff, I don’t put anywhere near as much of that stuff in here as I do, like… lucozade n’ fruit pastilles, stuff like that. THAT’S the stuff that’ll kill you.”
With one final packet of sour cherry sweets and a hefty bottle of fruit punch, Fionel equipped herself with a thin-handled spoon and began to stir the noxious brew. The sound of ice cubes and sweets pattering against the glass walls of the cistern was a soothing aftermath of the ceaseless pouring of cold drinks, the waterfall of noise turning to a gently brewing pond. Noelle, in a feeling indiscernible between disgust and awe, stared at the glistening fruits atop the jungle juice, her trance, with a flutter of her eyes, only stopping whence a query came to mind.
“Do your other kyomin friends have to drink this stuff too?” She inquired with a smile as Fionel began to twist a heavy lid onto the cistern.
Embarrassed, the kyomin’s face flushed a little. “No, no! Cass and Jazz aren’t magically impaired as far as I'm aware… they should be thankful they don’t have to drink this jungle shit, lucky them… since you’re going to be entering a deep sleep, I’ve gotta’ make this one extra potent. I promise you it’s not normally as excessive as this, please don’t judge me.”
Fionel, with a steady exhale, placed a cup beneath the tap of the cistern and let the vibrant green jungle juice flow with a juxtaposing grace, like a beautiful waterfall of alcoholic bog-water. She took the cup to her mouth quickly, heavy gulps taking the awful drink down her throat fast, before a gasp for air came in return, along with an empty cup. Her dreamcaster began to glow.
“‘Aight, revved up and ready to go!”
Noelle was happy to get tucked into the thick-quilted bed, her ears spread over the cushions behind her head, a giddy smile across her face. Were it not for the magic of her kyomin friend, her excitement would keep her awake all night. She closed her eyes as Fionel’s paw patted her head goodnight.
“You’ll experience many weird things in these dreams, in which sense shall be difficult to discern. Some may guide you to your mastery over the keyblade, some may show you things you wished never seen again, some may show you impossibilities beyond that of the waking world… but your heart is strong, and will protect you. Your mind is yours, let none take it from you. In your dreams, your key shall come to your hands alone.” She whispered quietly to the reindeer as her hands fluttered and flew gracefully above her in motions and patterns, creating a pale glow. With Fionel’s words fading to obscurity, Noelle began to quickly drift into a deep sleep, potent with dreams and visions.
“May your heart be your guiding key… I’ll make hot chocolate for when you wake up.”
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apr 13 2022 +