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[ There it goes again; a Demyx playing music. He's got out the sitar, pulling something slow and soft out of the strings. Where is he? Well, there's an open door in the hallway, but watch your step - it leads right out into open air, high above glittering streets.

Apparently the door leads out of the middle of a modern skyscraper. It overlooks a large city, lit by streetlamps and lights from the buildings surrounding the skyscraper (though none as large as it). One could edge along the two or so feet of space to get where Demyx is, perched on the back of a large stone gargoyle in a slightly wider space. Wind is blowing hard but never actually entering the dressing room itself, and Demyx is perfectly at ease, despite the terrifying location.

But they'd best be careful. A misplaced step would surely be the end of things. That is, if everything is as real as it seems. ]

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[The fact that the door leads right into open air isn't as much of a problem when you can control the winds well enough to manage a rudimentary sort of flight. Besides, he's moderately interested in any place that has proper winds. Have a visitor, Demyx.]

[The music comes to a pause, Demyx lifting his eyebrows at his, ah, visitor.]

Whoa. Don't see you guys often.

Is that so?

[He's generally aware that alternates are possible, thankfully, but... is understandably unaware of the comparative rarities of some people.]

Yeah I think... you're the first one I've really seen.

[The others must be lost in the sea of Roxae.]

There's something to be said for being unique.

You know, that is very true.

Besides, it's a nice enough place.

You think so?

[he sounds surprised.]

No orders, no missions and no one to complain I've gotten too "stabbity". It could use more people to drink with though.

[well, after a moment of stunned silence, that gets him laughing.]

All good points.

Which was exactly my point. [a pause] Pun not intended.

[tries not to snicker.]

Riiight.

It wasn't.

I believe you!

[...please don't stab me.]

Good.

[He'd have to be more annoyed for that.]

[grins, then? you'll have to pardon his caution, the Xaldin he knew was scary.]

So... What're you doing out here, man?

[Xaldins are scary in general]

I heard the wind, and thought I'd come and see.

[that is so true.]

Oh. Makes sense.

There isn't enough of it back home.

Really?

There's a reason it's called 'The World That Never Was'.

Just making sure we're on the same chapter. I remember.

Where else would I have been talking about?

I don't know! That's why I asked.

...Right.

[all smiles, this one.]

[Just sighs. And falls silent.]

[sorry, he lives for these kind of moments.]

[No worries. Besides, Xaldin sort-of likes Demyx(es). Or at least is willing to tolerate them.]

[wow that's more than he got back home. Does Xaldin also tolerate his music? Because Demyx has started playing again.]

[Well, he's not complaining, at least.]

[that is awesome on so many levels.]

[The advantages of being from a semi-crack verse?]

[Demyx is all for it if it means less glares and/or sharp objects thrown his way.]

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