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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]

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.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't budge an inch to help you pass; he likes making you uncomfortable.]

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[well fine, jerk, don't be surprised if you get a little wet as he goes by.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Don't be surprised to have a vine in your path to trip over, then.]

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[--and he stumbles, the pie sliding off his plate. he's just going to. stare down at it in horror.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Smiiiiirk as he steps past you, headed down the hall.]

Do be careful.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[...narrows his eyes dangerously. have a stream of water with the strength of a firehose on full blast headed to your back.]