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[Now here's something not quite so common; there's a Marluxia walking through a door in the main area, dressed in semi-formal clothing. He looks very much not amused as soon as he sees the difference between this place and the building he was supposed to be walking into and turns to leave- only the door isn't there anymore.]

...well then.

[[ooc: I don't. I really don't know. Profile has info. He's AU because I'd fail horribly at canon!Marly.]]

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[Just. Going to be very cautious around you thanks. 19 year old Namine making her way to the kitchen.]

[One Namine isn't really going to stand out in the sea of clones he's watching with a frown, arms crossed and finger tapping against his upper arm.]

[Well she's just wondering if you're new, or just in a bad mood.]

[There is a Demyx. He appears to be in the process of being devoured by a large plush couch. Do you investigate?]

[With him, it's probably both.]

[Yes, if only because there doesn't seem to be any other Demyx...es... around.]

[Welp, one leg is apparently gone and the foot of the other has disappeared between the cushions. For someone being devoured, he looks pretty comfortable.]

Demyx.

[As if someone with that hair could be anyone else.]

[You're one to talk, pinky. He looks up from trying to get the couch to release his elbow, blinking at him.]

Maaarluxia?

[Most likely. She seems to be debating on whether she wants to talk to you or not.]

[At least he doesn't have a mullet.]

Hn. What are you doing?

Sitting!

[He'd think that was obvious. Meanwhile, the couch is unmoving.]

In the couch?

[He's fairly certain already that this isn't the Demyx he knows, as bizarre as that is.]

[Observant of him!]

Well I was sitting. Before it tried to suck me in.

It's a couch, Demyx. I hardly think it's doing that itself.

You'd be surprised!

[Yanks his arm free.]

[He really wouldn't care either way; he's not exactly nice with strangers, and she's quite obviously not the Namine he knows.]

Would I.

[Clearly he doesn't believe that.]

[If he uses that attitude with her she wont bother. She'll just walk away. But for now...]

New?

[He turns his attention to her, eying her critically.]

I suppose I am.

[Keeps her distance. She still doesn't trust Marluxias.]

Okay then. Basically this place is called the Dressing room and it drags people in from different worlds and times and traps them here.

[Getting the introduction speech over with as quickly as possible.]

Really.

[He's not quite believing, mostly because it sounds rather fantastical. And stupid.]

Yeah. Really. See many doubles for proof.

Hm.

[Yes, he's quite aware of the doubles.]

[Yeah. They're kinda hard to miss.]

Traps them here, you said?

[Nods.]

Sometimes it lets people go. But it's rare.

I see.

[Well, he's not going to ask Namine for help, instead starting to walk towards the nearest door.]

[And she's not too excited about the idea of following him around to explain everything. She'll just let you walk away, and might be continuing towards the kitchen again.]

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