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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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[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[ghh he stops abruptly, clutching the plate.]

Number Nine? I think you got me mixed up with someone else, buddy. And this is pie! Man, were you living in a cave or something?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow at you suspiciously, though his voice comes out sickeningly sweet.]

Do you mean to play games with me?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[well crud, this isn't gonna go well, is it. wets his lips nervously, looking around for a possible escape route.]

I'm not playing anything! Look, this place is called the dressing room. It's some crossroads between worlds or dimensions or something, and there's like a billion doubles of everyone ever here.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He reaches into the air to grasp a petal that fell out of nowhere; in the next second he has the blade of his scythe a hair's breadth away from your nose.]

This is not illusion? If you seek to deceive me you'll soon be seeking your head, Demyx.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[...eep. he shuffles back, a thin stream of water forming from the air and circling him protectively.]

It's, uh. Not Demyx. My name's Dyme.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He takes in your appearance and the water, stalking closer to you as he looks you up and down.]

Oh, is it now. I suppose next you'll be telling me that you have a Heart and that Sora is your best friend.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Well, yes? To the first part, I mean. I am definitely not friends with Sora.

[in fact, that gets a bit of a face. a... well, it's not really annoyed, or disgusted. possibly a vague mix of both.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[His lip curls in disgust, though he does back off a bit.]

Is there something you're not telling me? Your name is Dyme and you have a Heart; you truly expect me to believe that?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Man, what is with you Nobody guys! Yes, my name is Dyme, and yes, I have a Heart. Just because the Demyx you know doesn't have one doesn't mean every version of him in existence is the same.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia dismisses his weapon and calmly buffs his nails on his coat as though it were never threatening your neck at all.]

Every version, you say. Multiples gathered here, at a crossroads? I have never heard of such a world, but I suppose that does not mean it does not exist. Just how many Nobodies have you come across then?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[see, this is why he avoids you guys! you're all colossal jerks.]

There are tons around. Axels and Roxae mostly, but the rest of the Organization are around as well.

You saw no html fail!

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He gestures around the room, arching an eyebrow at you.]

I suppose you can explain how it came to pass that I have been drawn here as well?

Of course not!

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmaaaaaagic?

[eheh.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Stares at you.]

Surely you're joking.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

I wish. There's tons of freaky magicky things in this place.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

How utterly absurd. Has no one discovered the route out of this place?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Nope! There's no exit. And your flashy portal-y thingies won't get you out either.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He is so going to test that the next time he's alone.]

I see. How depressing.

Bed for me~.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[what, don't feel like embarrassing yourself in front of him?]

Guess so. It's not so bad here.

Goodnight~

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[There is such a thing as dignty. He's also not fond of showing weakness.]

So this world has some redeeming values?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[pffft, like that's a weakness.]

Well, it depends! I mean, the food is free, so are the rooms... and if you happen to wind up in trouble, when you die you just come back again.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Having your efforts fail in front of someone is not something he wants to experience!]

So if I decided to kill you, you'd just come back, hm?

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[see that flicker of not-fear there? he's getting pretty close to annoyed with Marluxia.]

You say that like you'd be able to in the first place.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[He liked you better when you were jumpy at the end of his scythe.]

Merely an observation.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Riiiight. Well! If you don't mind, I'd like to go enjoy my pie somewhere where I'm not being threatened.

[hello trying to scoot around you now.]