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[a boy, about thirteen and incredibly Vexen-like in appearance, walks through a door with his head bowed.]

...Master, I--

[he raises his head and promptly freezes; this was not where he was heading. turning to go back, he just gets more confused when all he sees is a wall. he tugs on the vine-like cuffs keeping his hands loosely bound, a nervous habit he'd developed.]

I'm fairly certain I didn't walk through a portal without noticing...

(ooc: Info in journal~.)

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Because I was created that way?

[...this has so much potential to be very amusing for her.]

Created- you're a Replica?

[looks very much surprised, staring at her in shock.]

Uh, yeah?

[does not understand why you're so surprised.]

[exhales heavily, the shock turning to genuine interest.]

And you function normally?

Why wouldn't I?

[does she have to do some kind of impressive magic-y thing to prove it.]

[frowns, hands moving up so he can run one through his hair, the other forced to stay level to his chin because of the vine.]

Mine didn't survive. Who created you?

[...well, that's a little depressing.]

My world's Vexen.

[he tried, okay.]

...what?

[and failed.]

This place brings in people from different worlds. The Vexen who created me was a girl.

[imagine ~~a world with hover bacon~~ a female you, Vexen.]

[blame Marluxia!]

.....huh.

[so eloquent.]

[but she doesn't know it was his fault.]

Yeah.

I suppose the Vexen you know was fully grown, then.

[possibly grumbling a little.]

Well, yeah. I think she's here, actually?

Hmm. Perhaps she would be of assistance in returning me to my proper age...

[trails off, thinking.]

[I'm sorry, what.]

Proper age?

[a rather severe scowl pulls at his lips.]

I'm supposed to look older.

So why don't you?

[scoooowls, glaring off to the side.]

That would be M- Marluxia's fault.

[was going to say something else.]

...'Master'?

[sorry, kind of a little amused by that.]

[turns the glare on her.]

It's forced.

I figured. [shrugs a little.]

Kind of hard to picture, though.

[reaches up and tugs on the collar, which prickles in warning, small thorns appearing along its length.]

At times, it is required for one to swallow their pride.

...So how'd that even happen?

Which part?

The being turned into a kid part, mostly.