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[silverent.livejournal.com]

[thunk. thunk. thunk. that would be the sound of a tennis ball bouncing off the wall, thrown by the silver-haired boy sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room. with nothing to do and too much to think about, this is as good as a distraction he can come up with.]

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[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[you want a distraction? how about the huge lion bounding into the room, followed by a Namine and two women in green robes and masks trailing after her.]

Strength, this isn't funny!

[she catches up to the lion and grabs a handful of its mane, tugging on it sharply. after a moment she notices Riku, and nearly bows in apology.]

I'm so sorry! He hasn't been out in a while and wanted to explore and I didn't think he'd just run off like that!

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[totally misses catching the ball this time, attention immediately drawn to the lion suddenly bursting into the room. he blinks and the ball hits him in the shoulder, but he hardly notices and lets it fall into his lap. Riku shoots Naminé s look and then shakes his head, gaze flickering back to the lion.]

It's..fine.

why so html fail, me?

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[bops the lion on the nose. it lets out a growling huff in return, one ear flicking in irritation.]

Don't give me that! I think that's enough from you; you're dismissed.

[the two women who had been following nod silently in unison while the lion shakes its mane. all three of them abruptly burst into light, which reforms as a card (http://zachwong.com/tarot/cards/strength.jpg) in her hand.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[Riku just watches with an arched brow.]

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[sighs quietly and tucks the card away in the pocket of her hoodie before looking back at Riku with a sheepish smile.]

Really, I'm sorry about that. He's just a big softy, anyways.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, picking the ball up out of his lap and shrugging.]

Don't worry about it.

[he looks down for a second, rolling the ball around against his knee, then looks back up.]

..so how'd you do that, anyway?

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

Um!

[digs a small, black pouch out of her hoodie pocket and holds it up.]

I have this deck of tarot cards, and I can summon their... guardians, spirits, whatever they are.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[not something he knows anything about, but he'll go with it.]

Oh. That's different.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[tilts her head a little.]

I haven't really met anyone yet, but I've been told that a lot of people have magic here. Do you?

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head and gives the tennis ball another toss towards the opposite wall.]

Nope. I'm just a regular guy.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[nods, smiling.]

It's good to know there's normal people here, too. I was normal before I got my cards, and I can't do anything besides summon them.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

Being normal's not all that exciting.

[catches the ball with one hand when it comes back.]

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

It's better than being attacked for a pack of cards all the time.

[absently pulls out a card and promptly sticks her tongue out at it in a rather childish fashion before putting it back into the pouch.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[he's gotta admit, Naminé doing something like that is kind of amusing and he can't help but smile a little.]

..I don't generally attack people.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[she's not too fond of either of the Devils, reversed or no, and rarely draws them.]

I'd hope not!

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[and already, he's out of things to say.]

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[oh hi awkward silence.]

...have you ever had your fortune read?

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

If the answer is yes, it requires audience participation. :/

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

Do you want to try?

[smiles a little.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[leaps in the way, and grabs the tennis ball, laughing.]

uh. and that means?

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[shrugs after a moment of hesitation.]

Sure, why not.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[blinks and then holds his hand up, indicating that Sora should throw it back.]

Where'd you come from?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

My mother's womb, of course.

[tosses it between his hands first.]

It means you'll have to give me a semi-detailed answer so she can make an accurate prediction. >>;

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[beams.]

Great! Ask a question like... well, the Naminé I did this for before asked if anyone she knew would be coming here anytime soon. But it can be a question about anything. Love life, health, whatever.

[pulls the deck out and starts shuffling it with a soft hum.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head. he should have been expecting an answer like that.]

...nice.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and throws.]

What would you say if I said I liked someone here?

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[catches it with one hand, but doesn't throw it back. instead, he just tosses it back and forth between his hands, eyes following it from one to the other.]

I'm..happy for you.

[though it sounds more like a question than a statement. he looks up from the tennis ball and smiles a little in what he hopes is a reassuring way.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blink.]

I didn't say I liked someone. Just if.

And you don't sound very enthusiastic. Shouldn't you be jumping up and down? I wouldn't be flirting with you anymore.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[blink...ouch.]

..You asked me what I'd say.

[ope, there goes that ball again, soaring across the room and bouncing off the opposite wall again.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[silent 'oh', and he looks down, a blush on his face.]

Sorry.

I can't think of anything :/

[silverent.livejournal.com]

Huh...

[goes silent for a moment as he thinks. he's not too keen on having any personal information revealed, so a good question is hard to come up with.]

...Will I actually get to finish college?

[ooc: yes. wow, I am so elaborate.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[toss and catch, toss and catch.]

So...who do you like, then?

[tries to lighten the suddenly awkward mood a little.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Ah... no one.

[tries to catch it again.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[it's not like he's slinging it across the room at record speed, so it shouldn't be that hard to catch.]

C'mon, Sora. You're not very good at lying. To me, anyway.

XD That's okay, this is kind of a difficult character to work with.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[stops shuffling and nods silently, drawing a card (http://zachwong.com/tarot/cards/pentacles/a.jpg). she looks at it with a smile.]

Yeah, you will. You'll do well, too. This card, the Ace of Pentacles, symbolizes prosperity and abundance in all things physical and material.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head.]

...I guess that's one thing to look forward to.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

There's always something to look forward to!

[optimistic to the max.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[grabs it, then. ... tosses it in between his hands, quiet.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[sighs and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. if Sora doesn't want to tell him, Riku won't make him.]

Whatever. It's not my business anyway.