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[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[There's a hooded figure slumped against the wall of the Dressing Room, looking gravely injured and looking like they need help.]

[ooc: info on profile.]

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[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, that doesn't look good. he's already pulling a potion out of his pocket as he heads over, iguana following behind him.]

[leopardreversal.livejournal.com]

[... ohno. quickly jumps over to her, on his knees.]

H-hey, are you conscious?

[deleo-amicus.livejournal.com]

You okay?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's not something he wanted to see. But he's still willing to help (if he can) so he'll just be heading on over.]

Are you alright?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[When that hood's lowered, guess who.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

Go away, Key-brat.

[Look who's underneath it. She's pained, but she's glaring at you.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

You concerned for me now?

[In a hood AND a helmet. perfect.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[skids to a halt. okay, definitely not who he wanted to see, but he can't just ignore the fact that he's injured. he's heard of worlds where Ansem wasn't evil.]

...uh. Are you... okay?

[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

[...He's skeptical, since they've got an Org cloak, but he approaches anyway, because dang. Major injuries.]

now to throw someone who WOULDN'T help

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[Oh my, what have we here? There's the click-click-click of heels on the floor as Larxene makes her way over.]

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[Never a good sign. Thus he's coming over to investigate.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

Do I have to answer...?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Glares at you]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Riku. There's a sneer forming beneath that pained expression.]

[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

[Ansem. He can't help but glare a little, but he's not making any moves yet.]

And what happened here?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. He hasn't done something wrong has he? He'll just be continuing on though.]

It's just um, I saw that you were hurt and I'm not really that great at fixing that but I might be able to help anyway? If you'd let me, I mean.

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Have a familiar face looking back, Riku.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Er.

[right, stupid question. he was a little surprised to see Ansem, come on. he moves closer, holding out the potion.]

This is all I've got on me, but it should help until I can get something else.

[deleo-amicus.livejournal.com]

[T-tempted to summon his Keyblade. But remains where he is.]

Depends.

baw

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at her. S-shit.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

Are you too naive to figure it out yourself?

[pain ow.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Changes into a sneer]

Would you help a demented future version of yourself?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[...Glares. He doesn't like Organization members, and that cloak is too familiar for his tastes.]

[leopardreversal.livejournal.com]

[he falters for a minute, before half-smiling.]

Sorry, I don't have a Key-thing. But you're conscious. Do you need someplace to lay down?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

... you're.... helping me?