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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia steps out of a portal and into the Dressing Room, his expression settling into a sneer as he pushes back his hood and takes in his surroundings.]

Your illusion fails to amuse me, Zexion.

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[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[oh, screw being calm! Soul Eater comes to his hand and he starts slicing away.]

None of your business!

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[What a pity, he was so wondering if you would let yourself be encased in thorns; do enjoy those scratches.]

Are you always so defensive? After all, it was you who first spoke of it.

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[lions, even licking their wounds, are still strong. it's unpleasant, though, having to bleed again thanks to plants.]

Oh, take a look around, genius. You aren't the only Marluxia here.

[c-completely sidestepping that question, by the way. where did my potion go I had it on me...]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Be thankful it wasn't poison ivy.]

I had rather noticed that there seems to be a problem with replicas here. Has Vexen grown lonely? And you call me the creeper.

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[oh don't even. that'd be hell. quickly downs the potion--and at least they're just scars now. it's a shock he hasn't run away screaming by now.]

They aren't replicas. They're from different worlds. Doesn't mean you're the only creeper, anyway. He's on a whole different level.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He's very tempted, especially since you'll likely need more than a mere potion to cure the rash.]

Hm, different worlds or different dimensions? I find it intriguing nonetheless.

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[very true. he'll deposit the empty bottle in a nearby trash can before giving a shrug.]

Whatever suits you. Just know that if you try to mess with someone, there's gonna be a ton of people breathing down your neck to get you back for it.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Surely so many gathered in one place cannot always play nice. Especially given their background and natures.

/yawn. night for me~

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[he turns his head, the only eye seen giving him a fierce glare. he's only taken a few steps away from him, he's itching to get out. but Marluxia isn't going to have the last word.]

People manage not to rip each other's throats out every day.

night!

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I wonder how long that can last.

/yawnstretch

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

Obnoxious.

[and he covers his ears, walking away.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[he'll show you obnoxious. have some monkshood growing after every step you take today; he'll just be off enjoying exploring this place~]