Take a chance, make a change.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[a new Namine is leaning against a wall in one of the bigger rooms, just watching the people around her. She may or may not have noticed the new surroundings, but she doesn't seem phased by it, eyes focused on those around her. If she's staring at you, feel free to ask why.]

This is going to be harder than I thought...

[OOC: The info is in her profile. Go ahead and bug~ 8D]

Comments

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[oh dear. demyx blinks at that.]

I thought a Naminé wouldn't curse.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[You get a smirk for that. and PING there's a pitchfork in her hand.]

Most Namine's don't carry pitchforks, either.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[is backing away now.]

...are you the devil?

[now, he wouldn't be surprised if it had been a larxene. but a naminé?]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[She merely laughs at him and takes a few steps closer.]

Not exactly...

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Then what are you?

[backing towards the nearest exit.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[that smile couldn't possibly be dangerous. or could it?]

Some people call me a demon, some people call me a bad influence, I call myself a anti-conscience.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Like a shoulder devil?

[he's seen them in cartoons.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[stomps the end of her pitchfork on the ground.]

Do I look small enough to fit on your shoulder?

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

N-not really.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought...

[she flips her hair back with one hand.]

Like I said. I'm the anti-conscience.