Intro

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ Well, well. This guy seems to have been standing in a corner for quite some time now. Who? At first it seems like an eerie shadow (and not of the heartless variety), but within a moment it flickers-- and instead it looks like a Zexion, dressed in something similar to organization attire, only a bit fancier, something akin to a super villain... though absolutely lacking a cape. He also appears to be wearing a mask. Oh, and he's carrying a rather large book.

This Zexion glances around, then disappears around a corner...

In his place, just a few moments later, comes another Zexion wearing regular clothes. Or is it another? The book he's carrying is awfully similar...

How perplexing. ]

[ ooc; Joining the superhero bandwagon. Info on profile. ]

Comments

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[having been hiding close by to observe the strange shadow in the corner Roxas blinks when the shadow suddenly seems to be a Zexion, and then blinks again when the Zexion appears to be replaced by another.]

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ He'd been observing long enough to notice the doubles, so it's not as though he'd mistake him for Black Knight.

For the time being, however, he takes another look around before heading down the hall. For the time being he either hasn't noticed Roxas or just isn't paying attention to him. ]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[well, they're heading the same way (and Roxas senses that this might be a newcomer which he should help), so Zexion will find himself followed.]

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ He continues on for a few moments before coming to a dead halt. ]

Yes?

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

S-sorry. Are you new here?

[fumbles with the hem of his shirt. there's just something about Zexions that makes him nervous.]

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ Hm. Just gives an oddly innocent smile. ]

Why, yes, yes I am.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[not really helping to ease his mind about this person, but then again Roxas is always anxious.]

Do you need any help?

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

[Strange indeed, but then again this visitor's never been to good with understanding human quirks. So it'll just watch instead.]

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ --oho. He's never seen anything quite like this before. ]

Well, this is rather intriguing.

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

We are not common on all worlds.

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

Worlds, you say? Even more intriguing.

[sneakattackfire.livejournal.com]

We have many we know and can move to, when we are asked-ordered.

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

Ordered. Then, I suppose, you are a servant of some sort?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[he's not particularly paying attention, nose in a book on music history, because he is very capable of reading thanks! so he doesn't notice Flicker at all, walking on by.]

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, but he notices. ]

How interesting.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[pauses, glances over-]

Gah!

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

Enjoying yourself, Nocturne?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Uh.

[dammit why is everyone showing up suddenly?]

Uh. Yeeees?

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

How fortunate, then.

Though, color me curious. If you're present, then what of the heroes?

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{[ What a pleasant surprise. Dulor notices him, and he hasn't always been illusive compared to the other superpowers. ]}

"At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity."

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ Someone looks amused. ]

Hello to you as well, Gambler.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{[ He nods his head halfheartedly in greeting. ]}

You are the type to pick up on matters quite dexterously; I suppose you already know where you are.

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

I've come to my own conclusions, yes. It's quite fascinating, really.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

I would agree, if it weren't for the incessant amounts of lulling-around these ultra-dimensional doppelgangers do during their spare time.

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

Lulling, you say? Hm, perhaps they lack the incentive to be productive.