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[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[there is an agitated naga coiled up in this room, which contains a simple field. he's under one of the few trees near the entrance, eyes darting around warily. he might look familiar to some people, but he doesn't seem to be recognizing his surroundings, nor the scent or sounds of the dressing room.]


(ooc: Muse died a while ago, sprang back suddenly. Restarted.)

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[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's just looking for a quiet place to relax~]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[he eyes the newcomer warily, but doesn't make any move to attack. it's... human-like, and doesn't seem to be responsible for him being here, so he has no reason to.]

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

[settles into a place under a nearby tree with the book he brought]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[nurrr why so not acknowledging his presence, it's making him nervous.]

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

[that glance at you out of the corner of his eye might prove otherwise; he's very aware that you're there and has been since he stepped into the room]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[well, so far this newcomer, though oddly coloured, hasn't proven to be a threat. so he's relaxing slightly, raising up to peer over at what he's doing.]

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

[he's learned that most people would prefer to avoid him at first sight, so he's not been terribly eager to initiate conversations lately]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[luckily for Marluxia, Demyx has yet to meet the one in his own world.]

What iss that?

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

[looks over, his eyes glancing at the lower portion of you briefly]

It's called a book. Would you like to see it?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[wait what. why is there a naga in his favorite outdoors room. D:]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[because he had to get out of the enclosed hall, it was freaking him out.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Ehm. Excuse me? Are you okay?

[stays by the door. as concerned as he is, he is not approaching a naga. :|]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[coils tighter in response, eyes trained on Roxas for... several quiet minutes before he speaks.]

Where iss thisss?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he waits for Demyx to speak, not making any sudden movements.]

The Dressing Room. Or so it's called.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[rumbles low in his throat.]

And why am I in thisss... dressss-ing room?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[s-so close to taking a step back, but doesn't. refuses to.]

I don't know. You just... are.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't look particularly happy by the lack of explanation, but doesn't move.]

Wasss it traderss?

[nagaxel]

[o hai there. was just passing by, but spotted the coiled mass of blue and orange and got a whiff of naga, so he backtracked. moves cautiously into the room, eyeing Demyx and quickly deciding it's either not the same one, or he's got amnesia or something. hisses quietly at him in greeting, looking curious.]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[lets go with the first, seeing as he's got none of the scars he'd gotten here. he tenses, coiling tighter and eying the new naga warily.]

[nagaxel]

[lowers his posture and spreads his hands to show that he means no harm.]

Ssss, it iss alright, I know how confusssing thiss placsse iss at firsst.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

Where iss thisss.

[demand for an answer, yes. he's not trusting this naga.]

[nagaxel]

[sigh, fine. slides closer anyway, and feel free to notice that he smells rather a lot like humans, and one in particular. curls up a short distance away from him.]

It isss a ssort of crossssroadss. There are many people from different worldss here, and many copiesss of the ssame persson. There are sseveral humansss with the ssame facsse asss you. But they get pulled in by ssome ssstrange forcsse, and there is no way to leave unlesss it choosesss to let you go.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[that puts him a little at ease, since there's no smell of death or blood accompanying it.]

That makess no sssensse.

[nagaxel]

[no, just lots and lots of s-- I mean. folds his arms on his coils and rests his head on them.]

No, but I have learned here that thingsss do not alwaysss make ssensse. Bessidesss, mossst people are not afraid of naga, here. It iss ssafer than home, at leassst.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

My home wasss sssafe.

[well, safer than most places, really. remote location, humans that weren't actively hunting him unless a trader or bounty hunter came by...]