vivere disce, cogita mori

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[by a desk in a corner of the library sits a replica by the name of Roxas.
he's got a notepad and a pen in front of him, and piles and piles of books around him. they have titles such as 'Obscura Mortis' and 'The Afterlife'.
he was actually only supposed to pick up a single book on the subject of death and afterlife, but found so many he thought he might as well do a thorough job. too bad he's not really the research kind of guy... or the difficult words kind of guy.]

I wish the doctor was here...

[Not really, but Dr. Even could have explained the books... or simply given him an answer to his questions. his Even might have been cold hearted, cowardly and not very good at creating replicas, but he was still smart and understood these odd words in strange languages.]

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[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yeah, he sort of figured that earlier. still, the dagger feels good in his hand, and it helps him remember the few defense techniques he's learned.]

But I imagine it'd still hurt.

[floralreaper.livejournal.com]

You sure about that?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he looks away, clearly showing that he's not sure at all.]

Just leave me alone. Thanks for the information, but I should just keep reading now.

[floralreaper.livejournal.com]

As you wish, then.

[and he silently walks away, almost like a ghost.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[Roxas watches you leave and shivers before returning to the books.]