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Well, that could have gone so much--

[notices his surroundings.]

...worse.

...

Man, oh man. Don't tell me Superior finally figured out a way to lock the dark corridors onto specific mission-worlds.

(ooc: Axel, fresh from the end of Castle Oblivion! Gave his report, stepped into a portal and then... found himself here.)

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[yeah, don't mind the currently!heartless!Ienzo here]

...Well, unless your missions deal with crossroads between realities, I doubt that is the case.

[briefly taken aback. he makes a fairly good recovery, however.]

Crossroads between realities, huh? Explains you. Didn't take you for this much of a hanger-on, Zexion.

...Ienzo, actually, but yes, this world is full of duplicates, particularly of you, Roxae, and Soras.

Really. Considering you're a couple pounds away from being a guy whose element was illusion, you're gonna have to make that story a little more believable.

Are you referring to my name, or the doubles, or perhaps a combination of both? Either way, if you were to take a closer look, my explanation would become more plausible.

Sounding more and more like Zexion by the minute.

[peers theatrically into Ienzo's face, then draws back.]

So. Nice place you got here, and all, but I've got places to be. Where's the exit?

Well, unfortunately, sir, there is none...

You're kidding.

Actually, I'm not... many of us have been here for months.

A thousand kids with Keyblades and no way out? Can't believe this...

If your Superior has that much power, I'm not sure I want to know what your world's like.

Not all of them have Keyblades, but a good portion do; even those who normally wouldn't do, apparently, as the residents come from what seems to be an endless array of realities.

[hello, Castle Oblivion memories. good thing his tell-tale heart's off beating its guilt elsewhere. not that he has any.]

Nah. He only wishes he could stop people from sneaking off.

[at least one person's dead like he should be. A sardonic two-finger salute.]

Long time no see.

Sounds like the one I know.

Don't need a thousand Keyblades if there's one door around the place. But nobody gets out?

Guess some things don't change, even across reality.

From what I've seen, no. Not even...ah, "dark corridors" seem to work.

Could have guessed that much.

[has been trying to conjure one since the conversation led to talk of doubles. Unfortunately, since there's no familiar end for the corridor to latch onto, he let it go.]

So what does work around here?

I think you've got the wrong idea.

[ brave! ]

Don't tell me. You're the Roxas from... a colorblind universe.

Not really.

What is this, land of the literal? I know that.

Wha--

[ the corners of his mouth turn down slightly. ]

That doesn't even make sense.

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