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[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[It would seem there's a new Luxord -not that this one would be recognised at a glance- propped against a wall in the middle of a hall way. He's either asleep or not really paying much attention though he could be mistaken for dead if you didn't look to closely.]

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[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[And, as is almost a rule among cat-kind (even ones so Heartless as this one) there's a cat stopping to check out this strange new person. Hope he's not allergic~]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[Having never seen heartless before he's quite unaware of any danger, so he just absent-mindedly holds his hand out a little for the cat.]

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[Well, to be fair, it's probably one of the few types of Heartless quite willing to postpone heart-stealing for pettinz. So sniffing at that hand is indeed go~. The action will probably let him get a good look at the insignia sitting on its forehead.]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[Inattentive hobo is inattentive right now so he just gives it a bit of a scratch behind the ears. Give him a few minutes and he'll might realise he's not in an alley any more.]

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[This is perfectly fine by the cat, or at least for now. Besides, it's not like it can exactly talk, so...]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[If it could it'd be a not so subtle tipoff that Dorothy ain't in Kansas any more. As it is the kitty gets a chin rub before he realises he's not in his alley way.]

Hang on... what the bloody hell?

[Actually observes his surroundings now, but continues pleasurin' the pussy petting the cat.]

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[The cat just gives him a look that seems to say 'you think I can tell you that' for a moment, before it goes right back to purring. Happy cat is happy.]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[Examines the mark on the cat's head.]
hm, like you could answer.
You do seem odd though.
[He knows he's talking to a cat, but people don't talk to him much so...]

[nowudedofcute.livejournal.com]

[It looks oddly heart-shaped, or at least, vaguely heart-shaped. If you took into account the thorny cross in the middle and the swirls at the bottom.

The cat mows its understanding at him though. Or it seems to, at least.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[Hmm...does Setzer detect lunch? ]

...Bonjur, monsieur? Are you all right?

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[meybe?]
hmm? Sure, 'm fine.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[Darn. ]

... I have not seen you here before. I am Setzer-Lestat DeLioncourt... And you are?

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

People tend not to notice people sleeping on the street.
[Jealousy, he has it for all you people with your clean clothes and food and places to sleep.]
My name is Luxord.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles. ]

Have you not look around, Monsieur? you are not on the street.

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

Noticed, needed someone other than a cat to confirm it in case someone put something of the narcotic variety in the food they gave me.
So, the question is; where is here?

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Heaven for some.. Hell for others. The Dressing Room, and welcome to it, Monsieur Luxord. Where life is eternal, and resources are unlimited.

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

And the catch?

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

You are here for eternity, my friend. No escape.

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

From where I am that doesn't seem much of a catch

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, he is eying you. But he seems more curious about your story than making you dinner at the moment. ]

I sense you have a story to tell, Monsieur... Perhaps we can talk over a drink?

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[eye brow raise.]
I suppose

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Well then come, this way, my friend.

[He is walking. You should follow. ]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[Stretches a little before standing up and following.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Tell me, Luxord, what is your poison?

[ As in, your drink of choice, if any. Oh look, conveniently placed kitchen. ]

sorry

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[[OOC:I'm so sorry for dropping out completely unannounced, I was unexpectedly dragged to a folk music festival for a few days.
It's rather rude to simply pick up like I didn't temporarily disappear and expect you to respond. So I'll ask, do you terribly mind if we continue?]

Re: sorry

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Ha~ Folk music? Music is far more important than this, so there is absolutely no need to apologize! *is a musician* Please, continue. I was hoping you would. Especially since Setzer is a am gambler, and I was hoping your Luxord was too. XD ]

[downonhisluck.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Folk music festivals also sell the most awesome hats
Naturally, but that was back when he had money.]]

Would it be presumptuous to hope for a decent red wine?
[Deprived Luxord is deprived]

bbl~

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Hmm.. That was just what I was thinking about.

[Though Setzer never frank...wine. But he pulls one out of the cabinet along with a glass. ]

I am rather impressed by the selection this world carries. Wines that could be worth thousands.