infrared.

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[the sound of clashing metal rings out in the air a second before a cloaked figure suddenly appears, keyblades held in defensive positions as if blocking an attack.

From someone who's no longer there. The figure lowers his weapons to his sides as he takes in his surroundings in absolute silence.]

(OOC: Decided to try my hand at this one, so have a just-inducted Roxas. Critique would be appreciated.)

Comments

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

(don't mind the Axel/Kairi future kid watching you)

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[and he doesn't, focused on examining his surroundings as he is. In particular, the doubles.]

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

Are you new here?

(she's all intrigued by the cloak, since she's only seen her dad wear his like once or twice before)

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[considers this for a moment before nodding. He's been told to avoid interaction with those not of the Organization, but this isn't the World that Never Was.

First step to going back? Finding out where you are.]

Where is "here?"

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[eating a popsicle hi.]

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[glances at. He's a bit scuffled from the spar with Axel, but that's about it. And since Kai isn't wearing an Organization coat, Roxas just goes back to his interrupted surveying of the room without answering the boy's question.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[frowns in annoyance.]

You know if you actually answer, maybe I could explain to you where you are.

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Most people use the door, but alright.

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[though you seem very very vaguely familiar, no name comes to him.]

So where's the exit?

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

What exit?

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[gives Riku a look that could almost be called annoyed if he were actually capable of feeling so]

If there's a way in, there's a way out.

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(he's just walking by, and ignores the grand entrance, since he's grown so used to them)

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[hi there, clone/replica. You are relevant to this Roxas's interests. He dismisses his keyblades and follows]

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(person following him what)

Uh...is there something you need?

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

Your name.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Wow, you have them too..

[don't mind that he's oggling the keyblades with much enthusiasm, and be lucky he isn't wearing a dress or a skirt today.]

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[and you're even more familiar to him than the one with silver hair, yet no name comes to him this time either.

This might be considered frustration. With a shrug, Roxas dismisses his keyblades, the weapons vanishing in a flash of light.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

You're Roxas.

[he states, sort of in some glassy eyed daze from watching the weapons disappear. in his world, there were none, so it's still a little mind boggling.]

Are you new here?

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[Hi, double.]

Why does it always seem that there's a new me everyday?

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[hello. Hope you don't mind being studied.]

I wouldn't know.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[he's used to it.]

Where were you before you got here?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...just inducted, Castle Oblivion Timeline, just left, Virtual Twilight Town, or post merge?

[she's a walking spoiler machine. don't mind this one wearing her coat that looks like she was out in the rain]

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[what.]

Who are you?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Either one of the first three if you don't know me, then.

[shrugs. look how she dismissed your question.]