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[revokes.livejournal.com]

Hey, cara mia, you're up next. Marluxia wants you to--

[As his surroundings register, he stops dead in his tracks. One hand goes to the gun at his waist before dropping to his side. His eyes narrow.]

Someone's really gotta tell that guy to stop drugging the water. Naminé, Olette... Rik--no. Where is everyone?

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[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

You have water-drugging problems often, then?

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Shut up. Nice clothes. Did they let you out so you could run a job at the local high school or something?

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

...No. What's with the sidearm?

[revokes.livejournal.com]

You're dressed like a thirteen-year-old. Unless your dating habits lowered an age-group--



What, d'you want to see it up close or something?

[skiesofhell.livejournal.com]

Someone drugs your water?

{don't mind the kid covered in dried blood holding a cleaver. really.}

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Sora.



Obviously.

[skiesofhell.livejournal.com]

{hey woah, a roxas being all... one-worded. he's not used to that one, nor him really being corporeal.}

I don't think that taking drugs got you here. If they did, than that means that I must have taken drugs - and I'd never, ever do that. A little sake, maybe, but certainly not drugs!

You're just caught in some creepy time rift thingy!

Another Sora for the day :D

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Whoa, Roxas!
Am I glad to see you!

[Don't kill him for the hug, he thought it was the familiar blond from the library yesterday. You could never tell in this strange place.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

What the hell-- get off.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Absinthe and azure eyes widened from the shove, stumbling backwards before he caught his footing.]

Wait-Roxas, what's wrong?

[Oh shit. Wait, did he hug the wrong Roxas?....Is that a gun?]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[interesting. he'll just stray back from the crowd and watch, because this one might be trouble.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[just seems amused by that, a smirk quirking the corners of his mouth. he does nothing more, nothing less, letting his eyes wander over the interested flutter of people willing to tell him just where he is.]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

Damn, I'm really going to have to get new clothes now.

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Oi, Kairi.

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

...What?

[seasides]

[wanders by with his nose in a book, bag of potions slung over his shoulder and arms covered in bandages.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Kairi?

[seasides]

[halts, glancing over.]

It's Kai, actually. You new here?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is passing by carrying a toaster*

[revokes.livejournal.com]

When on drugs, make toast. Fantastic idea.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*pauses, and when he stops, you might notice the little green chocobo chick that's perched on top of his head, pecking at the pink ribbon that's tying his hair back*

... oh, did you want to make toast? I didn't know anyone was using this toaster.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

[...a Sora in an evening gown!]

Whoa, you speak Italian? Very neat!

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure.



What are you--?

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that?