some are born mad, some remain so.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ What appears to be a girl in a bright red costume prances around a particular hall of the dressing rooms, cackling wildly as it spreads fire in vivid spirals and stripes of orange and red. It doesn't seem to hesitate once it notices the change in environment, continuing down the halls in it's mad prance. }

{ooc: Hello~ My first try at roleplaying a human Heartless. Meet Red Nocturne, her full costume is in her profile. :D}

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Well... Kurt can't complain about things being warmer around here. Though dodging flames? Less happy. He follows the fire trails just to see what's going on - and smiles slightly.]

Having fun?

/one icon'd atm 8D;

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ It swiftly turns around once it hears a voice, ready to hiss. The top of her pointed hat is smoldered in black soot and smoke, as the remaining fire on her fingertips appear in a matter of moments. }

Searching for hearts.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her, calm, but with that smile not really going anywhere.]

They are here. But I'd warn you to be careful. There are many here who would pose a threat to the task.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ Head tilt. Her head jerks side by side- the sudden change in setting has finally gotten to her- and looks back at Kurtz, brows furrowed in confusion. }

You are... an ally?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.]

An ally. Indeed.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ She circles Kurt to get a good description of her "ally"- she's more confused than cautious, however. A stronger scent of darkness...? }

This is not Wonderland.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He follows her movement, taking in details about her himself. He's far more familiar with Bandits.]

No, it isn't. We're beyond the worlds.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ ...You lost her. She stops and stares at Kurt for a while, head tilted. }

Explain?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Hm, the best way to do this... he frowns for a moment.]

This is a place linked to all different worlds, and yet part of none. You and I come from different places, but where this is apparently touches both.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ Hmm. She tilts her head the other direction. }

A conundrum at its heights. There is an exit, yes?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

In theory. It seems to be - random, however. From what I've heard? It is simple to enter, but not so simple to leave. Many never find a way back.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ A disappointed huff. }

Maleficent will not be pleased with this. { Pause. } How many hearts are here?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

No doubt. But it isn't as if the word can get back, is it? Some small fortune.

[He smiles grimly.]

And there are far more than I can readily count. Some sickeningly light, some already in the darkness.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ Grins~ the more hearts, the better. } If what you are saying is correct... the Princess of Heart must be here. Yes? The smell of light in this place has already polluted my scent.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

I can't say I've encountered any such, but... it would not surprise me, in the least.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ She cackles in excitement before spinning once, looking every direction before bowing. }

Excuse my rudeness. I am Red Nocturne; I am afraid I can't discern your rank and type.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, and gives a deep nod in return.]

Kurt Zisa, formerly of Agrabah's desert. A pleasure to meet another one of us here.

1/2

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

Much obl--

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

Kurt... Kurt Zisa?!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He smiles.]

My reputation precedes me, then?

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ She bows again. } I never would've expected to be at your presence! I've only heard rumors of you, after all...

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles slightly.]

Well, now. What have you heard?

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ Totally not jealous or anything. }

...Many things. The Bandits are talkative units.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He nods. Ah, fame. Or infamy. He's not sure what this counts as, yet.]
Hm. They've always provided me with word of what lies beyond the sand... It is news to me that they told others in turn, but I can hardly say I'm surprised.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

{ Snorts. } We in Wonderland hardly provide information without compensation, sire.