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[A hatch opens in the ceiling, and out of it half-falls, half-drops, a slightly lost and bemused looking Xeha in a cloud of dust.

He coughs, and laughs as he looks around, knocking the mess off his clothes...]

What? I made it?

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[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

_{{ She floats upright, cackling. }}

I doubt this place is any better than where you once were, Little Keyblader. _{{ "Little" is quite the hypocritical little adjective in her case }}

But, let me ask you, of which place did you writhe so much you enjoy the sight of this humdrum place?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He narrows his eyes.]

Dust. Junk. Being lost. [Not specifying 'darkness', though it's on his mind.] Nothing exciting. Just - not pleasant.

[pyromagick.livejournal.com]

_{{ Cackles a bit. }}

It might not have been pleasant, but it surely is fitting. You Keybladers gather dust quicker than you come!

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[How did she know? he wonders. But annoyed, he just narrows his eyes.]

And what do you mean by that?