rewind

[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~]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

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

[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.]

[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?

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

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

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

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

Wasss it traderss?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Traders?

[what's that?]

No. I don't think so...?

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[another rumble, but he's not quite as tense.]

Good. I am tired of them coming after my ssscaless.

[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]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

...why would they do that?

[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.]

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

Becaussse I am a naga.

[there... isn't really any reason that he knows of. the scales are pretty, and that's about it.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

That makes no sense.

[he dares to move closer now, holding out a hand in some kind of offer. for peace, or friendship.]

[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]

[he's still not moving, though his long, forked tongue flicks out in curiosity.]

No, it doesss not.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

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

What iss that?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he stays a few feet away, crouching down on the ground just to make himself seem even less like a threat.]

I don't think there's anyone like that here though. Just a few bad people, but they're mean to anyone.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[oh please, he's taken out bigger things than you, he's not worried at all that's a total lie, he's cautious as hell just because he's in an unfamiliar place.]

What do they do?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[good thing one of them isn't worried, then, because Roxas definitely is.]

Depends on how bored they are, I guess.