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[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[Looks like another new arrival, though this one looks a bit... transparent.]

If you would just listen to me for once, I-

[Hold on, this doesn't look like the lab. Or any part of Halloweentown.]

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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[just hobbling by with his cane, he pauses to look back, assuming Riku was talking to him as there seems to be no one else around.]

... Huh? I-I'm listening.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[So many questions are running through his head right now that he's not sure which to ask first. So excuse the baffled staring.]

How... Sora, where is this? And what's with the cane?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then smiles.]

Oh! You must be new. This is, um... well, everyone calls it a dressing room, but it's just a really big place that lots of people get pulled into. There's lots of you and lots me and lots of Roxas and Kairi and other people too. The Sora you know probably doesn't need a cane, huh?

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[Not sure if he believes you just yet, but will play along.]

...No, he doesn't. How exactly are there so many of the same person then?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, leaning some of his weight onto his cane.]

I don't really know. Some people are pulled from different points in time, and some people are from completely different worlds that I've never heard of before. You look different than most Rikus here, too.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[Tenses just a bit.]

So this is... something bigger than just another world.

Well, I'm not sure what other me's would look like, but I don't usually look like this.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Yeah... and nobody knows how to get back home. It just... happens.

[shakes his head, trying not to dwell on the negatives. he smiles, shifting from one foot to the other, and then back again.]

Do you usually look like all the other Rikus, then? How come you look different now?

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

There's no... door or entrance or something?

[Sighs, leaning to one side a little.]

I would guess so. I just came from Halloweentown, and I had to take on some kind of different appearance.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Nope, not really.

[pauses, tilting his head and cupping his chin thoughtfully.]

You look kind of like a... ghost.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[He's sure he'll figure something out later. There has to be an exit, of course, there must be.]

I am a ghost. I would have though I would change back once I left Halloweentown though.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[hesitates for a few beats, and then reaches his hand out to see if it passes right through him or not.]

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[Since he's not concentrating on being solid, the hand will pass through him. Though it would feel like sticking your hand in an area of frigid air.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Whoa...

[draws his hand back, fingers curling just slightly.]

Did you even feel that?

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[He looks just a bit uncomfortable.]

Yeah. It's a strange feeling, trust me.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

S-sorry, I should have asked!

[before]

Well, well! This is certainly different.

[...yes, that. That Gargoyle Heartless is speaking.]

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

Relax, it's fine. Just try to resist the temptation of doing it any more.

[His Sora would never be this jumpy, which has him puzzled.]

...You really are a completely different version of him.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

...I'll say. You guys aren't supposed to be able to talk. Wherever this is... Has the doctor been messing around with heartless again?

[He's close to calling his weapon, but the talking heartless has him curious.]

[before]

You can't possibly mean...

[It drifts closer, sounding amused.]

Well, it'd definitely fit your appearance. Were you visiting my dear old home of Halloween?

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

Was I? I still am, as far as I know. Though I have no idea what happened to the lab...

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ Sora over here is immensely jealous that Riku is able to maintain a constant apparition. Riku might spot him fazing in and out of site a few feet away, looking like he's concentrating on something. ]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[normally, Sora's not this jumpy, but Riku's tend to make him a little nervous for various reasons. he laughs quietly, almost awkwardly, ruffling the hair at the back of his head.]

Most people say that. ... I can show you around, if you want. You're probably going to be stuck here for a while.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[Nods. At least this one still has those familiar Sora mannerisms.]

Alright, that sounds like a good idea.

[falseapparation.livejournal.com]

[He's a little preoccupied glancing around what should have been the doctor's lab. But he does catch sight of the other long enough to stare.]

[before]

Nope, you're now the newest resident of the dressing room.

[It bobs in mid air, and it sounds like it'd be smirking if it had a proper mouth.]