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[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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[He's definitely getting there, yes.]

So to leave, you have to want to stay? What utter nonsense.

I don't know. I really hope not. I like it here, despite all the bad stuff.

What "bad stuff" would that be?

The random spells, the crazy violent people, the snakepeople even though some of them are nice... oh, and the occasional heartless attacks.

Snake people? That's a new one. Spells and Heartless do not alarm me. As for the crazy, violent people... I'm sure I can handle them, as well.

[smirks]

That's good.

[he sort of figured that out from the portal through which Marluxia entered. it's still nice to warn people.]

And you have a weapon?

[have a giant pink scythe an inch away from your nose]

You mean this?

[fff-]

Yes, that would work.

[pulls his scythe back toward himself and looks at it thoughtfully, running his thumb down the edge carefully]

Do you think it enough? I could always make use of other things.

[did you notice the strangle vine? it's a little slow to grow but it is slowly encircling you from the feet upward]

[why in the worlds has Roxas never learned not to approach and/or speak with Marluxias? one would think that a couple of incidents would be enough to teach him a lesson.]

I would think that's enough... but there is a room filled with weapons if you want something else, too.

[and no, he's quite distracted by keeping a close eye on that scythe, as well as trying to sound as if he's not terrified.]

[well, as you watch him literally split a hair with his scythe's blade, the vine is working its way around higher- and it just locked your arms to your sides as it snaps taut, and is still growing]

Why would I want something else when I have my favorite right here?

[pretends not to notice the predicament you're in]

[okay he's noticing that now. well, fuck.]

H-hey!

[he could just leave you there but well, you have been helpful...]

Oh dear, quite a situation you've gotten yourself into there. Did you know this type of vine grows around a tree, slowly strangling it to death?

[comes over to stroke a hand over the vine lovingly, the tip of the vine stretching toward him as though seeking the sun]

But I'm not a tree!

[tries to squirm free, but that isn't going to help much, is it?]

[not if the vine tightening around you further isn't helping you, no]

Ah, and there lies the problem, for this particular vine seems to be confused! Silly thing, didn't you hear him? He isn't a tree he says!

[waggles his finger at the vine, quite amused]

[he tries to take a deep breath and whimpers when it hurts. a bright shield of light flares up around him at the first sign of pain, trying to pry the vines away. it will exhaust itself fairly quickly if it fails, though.]

[makes a clucking sound and gives the end of the vine a little tweak]

No dear, he isn't food even if he does somewhat resemble a small sun at the moment. Can't you see if you can find something more suitable, hm?

[the vine clings to Roxas a moment longer as though reluctant, but does slowly unwind from him, drawing back into the floor and can be faintly heard moving under there]

[the shield fades. Roxas drops to his knees, gasping for breath and clutching at the necklace. note to self, once again: stay. away. from. Marluxia.]

[bends slightly to rub your back, feigning concern]

Dear me, are you alright?

[no touching! he moves away, eyes narrowing.]

Yes, I'm fine.

Do take care to be more aware of plants, hm? They seem to be more abundant around me, and I cannot always control their actions, you see.

Then don't distract me by shoving sharp, pointy things in my face.

[gets to his feet and takes a few steps back.]

Kitchen is that way, vacant rooms are that way. You can find the rest yourself.

Your help is much appreciated, I assure you.

[he could have just left you there, after all.]

[yeah, yeah, he knows. so...]

Oh. And thanks for not killing me. I guess.

You're welcome.

[And with that, he's off to explore the rest of this place. Mind the vine under the floor, it still thinks you might be tasty even if you aren't a tree.]

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