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[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[There's a 15 year old girl that looks like a Namine frantically running through the DR halls, a golden retriever puppy right at her heels. What are they running from? A horde of Heartless, it seems.

Wait, this is familiar.

She freezes when the shadows surround her and quickly pulls out a pair of Sais, looking around while the dog growls at the Heartless.]

You know this would be the perfect time for one of your explosions, really--

[Finally notices her companion is gone. Well--]

...fuck.

[Brb blasting them with a Blizzaga then.]

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[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Oh look he's on the other side of the hall, running over. And there is one of those explosions! As well as a collie puppy trailing behind him.]

Li?!

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Gonna. Stare for a minute. Wtf.]

How the hell did you get over to that side--

[Kicks at a Heartless, stabbing a Sai through one in the process.]

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[More explosions, a wave of fire there, and he's fighting right along beside her now.]

Li, you're not in our time anymore. We're in the past dressing room. Our parents here are all our age.

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

... what?!

[Nearly miss the Thundaga spell she was firing when he mentioned that.]

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

I know, I know.

[Jumps and kicks a heartless back and punches out a couple more with his flaming fists.]

Try seeing a baby version of yourself daily. Talk about weird.

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[fffffff hahaha.]

Baby, huh.

[Glows a bit then off she goes! Guess who got her dad's fighting style too. Brb speed rave mode.]

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Yeah speaking of picking up parents' fighting moves, brb fire tornado-ing the heartless in the opposite direction.]

Yeah, apparently the oldest versions of my mom and dad here have a 6 month old version of me.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[Derp, derp. Someone familiar-ish is passing by, chasing after... a dusk. With an ice cream in his mouth.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Okay, yeah, stops to stare.

Not dad. hey, she can tell them apart.]

Hey!

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[Stops! But not until he strike raids that stupid dusk with his photos. Once that's taken care of he glances back at her, muttering]

'lo.

[...yeah. Probably should have removed the ice cream before talking.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

A little help here, please!

[Sob so many Heartless.]

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[Right! In that case he'll turn towards the heartless, aaaand... start attacking! Clang, clang~]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Hey, hey, Venxas. Guess who's entering Speed Rave mode 8D]

[whyisitalways2.livejournal.com]

[Hi there's a small child trying to help you fight. c:]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[--as much as a brat you are, she still feels the need to protect you. Shit. Rushes over to her.]

[whyisitalways2.livejournal.com]

[Heartless > brattiness? She's not doing that badly yet.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Blizzaga! Bam. Turns to her.]

Shouldn't you be in the safe area, brat?

[whyisitalways2.livejournal.com]

[... :|]

Look around, genius.

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Looks around.]

Well, shit.

[Oh no you don't, Heartless. THUNDAGA.]

[future-sky.livejournal.com]

[Well, he'll be jumping in, helping her get rid of those Heartless.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Sweet. She needs the help. Chaaarge.]

[future-sky.livejournal.com]

[Oh god why so many.

...he hates Large bodies.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[She'll take care of those, he takes care of the shadows?]

[future-sky.livejournal.com]

[Sounds good to him. Striking those down now.]

[chronoaetas.livejournal.com]

[Aaand done!]