Cold Hearts

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[There's a new Roxas standing in the main room looking thoroughly annoyed, glaring at all the people walking by.]

...what the hell is this?

[ooc: short info in profile.]

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[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the 27-year-old Roxas with a cane nearby.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[blinkblink]

Is this a joke?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately not.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Just stares at him.]

You wanna explain why you look like me or am I supposed to wander around until someone else tells me what's going on?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

I'm a Roxas from a different universe.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[yaaawn, walking by. and there's grass and flowers growing at his feet.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[...brainbreak.]

...what are you?

[forgets he's not 'home']

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[glances back at him.]

A god with your appearance.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

Very funny.

[disbelieving stare.]

Seriously, where am I and why do you look like me?

never ever break the Roxas combo

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[impatiently shoves the newcomer out of the way to look for the key to his room. he would have apologized if this was any ordinary day, but he's been in a very bad mood lately.]

the combo breakers are inevitable :|

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

Hey, what the hell?!

[Grabs him by the arm before he can get away.]

Watch where you--

[sees his face, then brainbreak.]

What...?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[sighs and looks somewhat apathetically at Roxas, letting him grab his arm.]

New here?

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

Depends. Where is "here"?

[still glaring.]

And why do you look like me?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

Exactly that.

[whump, there's a metal bat thumping lightly at his side and a boy with arms lined in long winding scars staring down at him.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

Great.

[Ever the sarcastic one. Turns to look at him when the bat touches him and widens his eyes in surprise.]

...Sora?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[grins wide.]

That's my name, yeah.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

What the hell happened to you?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Another one? Jeez, you guys could be your own damn army!

[...tiny thirteen year old Namine here.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Ignores what she's saying, because he can't help but stare down at her tiny self.]

Namine? You shrink or something?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[she's also dressed a little different than Namines tend to be, what with the bright orange shirt, white (and splattered with something suspiciously blood-like) pants, and bright pink shoes.]

Nope, this is my normal size.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

...and those are your normal clothes?

[Sounds harsh when he's confused, but he can't necessarily be mean to Namine's.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[Have another you stalking by, holding two giant keys.]

\o/

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[...doesn't know whether to bother him or laugh at the absurdity of angry people with giant keys. just stares.]

...what the...?

o/

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[you think you're grumpy, Roxas? this one looks pissed.]

What.

[not in the mood.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[He's annoyed, to be more accurate, but the keys are very amusing to him.]

'the hell are with those giant keys?