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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]

Ngh!

[oh dammit. His replica never tried that stunt with him before so it's definitely caught him off-guard, his scythe grazing your shoulder before disappearing in a shower of petals as he bends in pain]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Pulling away now, just trying to get some distance between the two of them. He's not that quick though, so if Marluxia recovers too fast, well.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[not quite recovered, but angry enough give the vines still around your neck a sharp tug, grabbing and yanking you back to slam into the wall again, quickly looping and knotting the excess vine around a light fixture high on the wall to form a sort of noose, forcing you to stand on your toes if you want any air at all]

I find I have little use for the likes of you.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[He's relieved to hear that, especially now that he's in even more of a precarious position. Chances are he wouldn't be able to pull that again, and Marluxia could probably keep him from pulling any other tricks though. For now, he'll just tug on that vine and try to free himself.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[good luck with getting free, his vines tend to be pretty strong. yes, he's just going to leave you there like that for anyone to find.]