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[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)

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[eating a popsicle hi.]

[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]

[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.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Most people use the door, but alright.

[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]

[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?"

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

That's good.

[smiles now.]

So you are new here, right?

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[nods.]

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

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

So where's the exit?

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

It's th' dressing room. It pulls in other versions of people, kinda like portals.

(and-hey it's a Roxas)

You're 'nother Uncle Roxas!

(...yeah. she just said 'Uncle Roxas'.)

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

Okay, welcome to the dressing room. I don't know why they call it that, but apparently it's a crossroads between worlds.

[nomnom popsicle.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

What exit?

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

[a pause before he raises Oathkeeper at the little girl, level with her chest]

How do you know my name?

[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)

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

(sdfgsdfg-give the poor little girl a heart attack, why don't you?)

'cause th' you where 'm from is friends with my daddy!

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

There can't be other me's on other worlds.

[maybe Xigbar just teleported him into where Vexen keeps his experiments or something.]

[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.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

If only. There's a million ways in, and no way out. How's that for irony?

Why are you Roxases always so cut-and-dry? Relax a little.

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

I know it's hard to believe, but it's more like other universes or something. What's your name?

[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.]

[catoptric.livejournal.com]

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