one thousand prayers;

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ There's a brightly-lit corner of the dressing room where a certain Marluxia has made himself comfortable. If one were to approach, they'd find themselves in the center of one spectacular mess of color.





Origami cranes. No more than two hundred, mind, but his placement of the objects makes it appear as if there are much, much more. Some are strewn about the surface of the white table where he is currently seated. Others have been strung together and are now hanging from various points of the ceiling. Still more have been placed upon flat surfaces here and there. Oh, why is he spending what precious time and energy he has on this project? As if he'll ever tell. His business is his own, after all~ ]


[ ooc; s'up s'up, errbody? I have this thing where I like to post like a half an hour before I step out of the door AND I AM BEING EATEN ALIVE BY A RESEARCH PAPER AND A FEW ESSAYS ON THE SIDE so tagging will be slow. 3: a-also I guess I could say that he's met a Hiro idek;;; ]

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[cutestreaper.livejournal.com]

[of course there will be curious bystanders, and of course they will be eavesdropping little boys. what else did you expect? Sora is fluttering in the doorway, blue eyes wide with wonder.]

I never saw you as the type.

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ Yawn. Tell him something he doesn't know, Hero; maybe then you might be graced with an answer. Until then, his attention is fixed on the work of his hands: folding, creasing, flipping over, pressing. ]

[cutestreaper.livejournal.com]

[those tiny wings-- surely they weren't what was keeping him afloat-- flutter as he approaches the man, reaching out to pick up a crane.]

I think it's all really kind of silly.

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ That's just what he said to the bumbling little man who introduced him to the concept, actually. He throws an unidentifiable sort of glance at the boy before swatting his hand away. ]

"It's the thought that counts".

[ Why yes, that sounded a bit rehearsed. ]

[cutestreaper.livejournal.com]

You think?

[a grin splits across his face, fangs and all. it's not his superior, so why should he show respect?]

I think relying on paper is silly, but obviously I can't stop you.

*also evading essays like woah*

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[origami just happens to be the latest obsession hobby of this replica, and he looks at the multitude of cranes in absolute awe, carefully touching them as he walks through the area.]

procrastination ftw o/

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ Oh really? What an unhappy coincidence, then. As it happens, Marluxia is just putting the finishing touches on a crane, putting him in a position to be able to see .. ]

Mn. I'd rather you not touch.

more like panicked apathy in my case XD

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he's quick to pull his hand away.]

S-sorry. Did you make all of these?

there's that too .-.

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ A housebroken XIII? Interesting. Though a quick scan of his appearance tells him what he needs to know: not of his continuity. Boo. ]

Of course.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[looks sort of wary... but no one that's into origami could be that bad, right?]

Do you know about the legend?

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

Did a rainbow explode in here?

[viciously.livejournal.com]

I would have thought you would be more appreciative of the scene. Doubly, as you are as well a female.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

What's the point of it anyway? You never struck me as the type who'd make this stuff.

[viciously.livejournal.com]

Mn, well, I'm full of surprises, now aren't I?

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

You didn't answer my question regarding the point of this.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

This is new.

[As much as he detests Marluxias, he finds this too amusing to just ignore.]

[viciously.livejournal.com]

So I've been informed.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised. Shouldn't a Nobody like you be, I don't know, trying to get your heart back?

[clearedskies.livejournal.com]

[peeking in a bit curiously.]

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ And how could he ever forget that little look of emptiness the boy has set as a default expression? He doesn't stop what he's doing, just acknowledges the boy's presence with a look -- again, one that's hard to pin down. ]

[clearedskies.livejournal.com]

[well that's enough acknowledgment for him to wander inside, looking around curiously.]

What are you doing?

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[since no Marluxia has tried to do anything to him, he's a little more relaxed. he sees all that color and walks forwards, into the room. ... looking around. he's never quite seen so many.]

[viciously.livejournal.com]

[ As long as the mice don't touch, they're free to have a look. &hearts ]

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[and he does! look, anyway.]

You made all of these?

[viciously.livejournal.com]

Mm. Call it a cure for boredom.

[ He says this with little acknowledgment to the speaker, sob. ]