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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere, where there wasn't one before and conveniently in a location that is fairly well traveled, there is a kid. Or rather, teen. And a fairly skittish one at that, wary eyes taking in this strange new place as he sits in something that could almost be called a crouch.

Near his feet, there's a small wooden box - it's about big enough to hold a couple of books and not much more. Dressing room, meet Isa. Isa, dressing room. He doesn't bite, we promise.]

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[princesstrapped.livejournal.com]

[She's gotten used to strange characters all over the place, but hasn't seen anyone quite like him.

Forgive her as she takes a moment to throw a curious glance.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[And Isa will just return that glance. He's not going to say anything, but he's watching all the same.

She might notice that he looks a little unkempt, as if he hasn't had much call to tend to social graces lately.]

[princesstrapped.livejournal.com]

[...She steps closer wondering if he's new.]

Are you alright?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[New, unsure of where he is, and damned protective of that box, to judge by the shift in his stance.]

I'm fine.

[Although his voice sounds a little bit rusty around the ages, like he hasn't used it much lately.]

[princesstrapped.livejournal.com]

[Notices his voice and tries to be as nice as possible, even though she's a little apprehensive herself.]

Your voice sounds king of rough. Maybe you should drink some water.

[pause. oh wait.]

Are you new here?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause before he answers; maybe he's thinking, maybe he's just trying to figure out why she's trying to be nice.]

Where is 'here'?

[princesstrapped.livejournal.com]

The Dressing Room. It's a crossroads. People from other worlds come here. Usually they are the same people, just from different places.

[Tilts her head.]

But I've never seen anyone who looks like you, not even in my world.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a sudden tenseness in his stance at the words 'other worlds' and a note of what might easily become anger in his voice when he answers.]

What other worlds?

[princesstrapped.livejournal.com]

[Steps back.]

T-there are other w-worlds. You know, l-like ones with m-magic, ones with heartless and n-nobodies, your world, my world. There are maybe hundreds more.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[As he heads along, Xehanort nearly doesn't notice the figure at first; nearly. He stops just in time.]

Oh! ... Hello?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[wtf is up with all this niceness? Not to mention all the people.

But to his credit, Isa'll come up with an answer all the same.]



Hello?

[he sounds a little bit unsure, almost as if he's not quite sure why Xehanort would bother talking to him.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[At the very least, he hasn't got a lot else to do right now...]

Haven't seen you here before...

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Ah, it'll do the boy good to be forced to talk to people.]

Haven't been here.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

You just arrived? Ah. [He looks down for a moment. Is he going to have to explain things...?]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's heard something of it from Naminé, but he's not going to mention it. Instead he just nods at Xehanort's question.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Right.] It's... a world outside worlds. ...It's not a bad place. But I guess that doesn't help much.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Outside worlds?

[plz to explain how this works?]

[0ffwithhishead.livejournal.com]

[The Queen King of Hearts was strolling by, fuming as always-hardly noticing the still figure bundle on the couch until he tapped the box on the floor with his boot. Arching an eyebrow, he looked to the side to see the silent man.]

....What's in the box?

[He'll just pick it up, grazing his fingers over the edge of it.]

Speak quickly, I don't have all day.

[Impatience runs in royal blood.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's certainly one way to get Isa's attention. Sadly, it is not the best way, as soon have the King's fingers touched the box Isa switches from wary stillness to motion, a knife materializing out of one of his sleeves as he pulls himself up to his full height.]

It's mine. You can't have it!

[and if the look of raw, almost-animalistic anger on his face isn't enough to suggest that it really might be the best to give it back, well... he's more than willing to but that knife to good use if he has to, for all that he's still a gangly 15.]

[0ffwithhishead.livejournal.com]

It's yours when I say it's yours.

[Did he seem a bit too cocky? Not with that lucky Axe of his against his belt, shining brightly in the dim lighting. Of course, he didn't admire the other's height-he was used to towering over his subjects. Not stare at them face to face. But he would deal with it, bringing out his Axe with a flick of the wrist as he backed up a bit with the box held further from Isa.]

What's in here that's so precious to you?

[He'll just have to have a look~]

Put down the knife you fool, it's not wise.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Isa sees that axe. But he's not going to let that stop him. After all, he's taken down creatures of the Dark with little more than what he's got (and a little help from the moon), and he's damned protective of his box - no surprise, given the contents.

Instead he darts on inside the strike range of that axe - and faster than you'd expect from a kid who looks like he's been surviving what he can find - fully intent on digging that knife into the hand the King's holding the box with.]

Mine. [It's more a snarl than a proper answer, really, but it's something.]

[0ffwithhishead.livejournal.com]

...Quick little thing aren't you?

[He was fast as well, though he tripped up a bit-stumbling over his own feet from leaping back so quickly. Everett had no idea someone so young could move that fast, almost inhumane. He didn't like that at all.

His hand was safe though, that's what counted. Twirling the Axe in his hand with a cheerful laugh, he held the box in his free hand. Further away from the owner of it, pretending to drop it while he swiped in the air in warning.]

Say 'Please.'

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Moon helps.

[What exactly Isa means by that is unclear (except, perhaps, to him) but Isa hasn't really been perfectly normal since he made that deal with the moon. The fact that over the past few months he's had to learn to fight a surprising number of Dark creatures just to survive doesn't really hurt. Nor does the fact that he's a proto-berserker.

So yeah. He's not giving up anytime soon, and is far too pissed for social niceties. Instead, he'll be getting inside that strike range once again; this time going for the hand holding the axe.]

[0ffwithhishead.livejournal.com]

[It was unclear. The King merely thought the other was a lunatic of some sort, like the Mad Hatter he'd come across many times before.
Emerald eyes gleamed with amusement, stepping to the side with a laugh.]

You're good, I'll give you that peasant.

[Ah, you got him though. A cut ran over his knuckles, causing his grin to form in to a grimace of sorts. He wasn't amused when his flawless skin was mared. A King wasn't allowed to have any imperfections.]

Simmer down or I'll just break your precious box.

[He struck swiftly, aiming to cut at Isa's fingers to drop the weapon.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Only in a very little sense of the term, and the phases of the moon certainly have no connection to his temper (he's always been fairly use to rile up). He does manage to mostly dodge the strike at his fingers, although the axe traces a line of blood across them. He does not, however, actually drop his knife.

Or wince at the cut, interestingly enough. Very strange...]

Needed to be.

[The threat to his box, on the other hand, gets him to at least not move in for a second attack - although it's more due to an internal debate between his urge to keep his box safe and the urge to jump in a grab it back.]