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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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[friendsarepower.livejournal.com]

Huh? But I don't think it's that easy. The Keyblade chooses its master, so...

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Cue mock-surprise.]

Surely it cannot be so hard? After all, the idea of teaching me was all yours.

[friendsarepower.livejournal.com]

I dunno... I don't think it works that way.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it is something that occurred to you some time later than what you remember. After all, we are from different times, are we not? No matter, I am sure if you happen to think of it again you would still keep your promise?

[smiles benignly]

Of course my own promise to you still stands, whether you recall it or not. Should you need my help, all you need is to call.

[friendsarepower.livejournal.com]

'course I will! A promise is a promise!

[smiiiles]

Oh, thanks, Marluxia! I'll definitely remember that.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Well then, I suppose now would be the time for me to see what awaits me in this place. Remember, do be careful, Sora. Not everyone you meet here would be a friend to you as I am.

[pats your back a bit, letting a tiny seed drop where it can cling to the hood of your outfit; such an inconspicuous way for him to keep track of where you are]