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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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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Would there by chance be a trick to leaving this odd place? I must woefully admit that my own portals seem to lead right back here, you see.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

It's no trick that's keeping you here.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Therefore no trick to leave, hm? How charming.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

I've heard that some do leave, but at the whims of luck alone.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

The whims of Lady Luck seems to be more suited to you than to me. I prefer to make my own luck.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

I'll not be the one to stop you, then.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Certainly good to know.

[With that he's wandering off to see more of this place.]