Fugitive

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[There's a Namine peeking through a doorway. She somehow wandered into one of the many rooms full of couches, and is currently looking into the hallway in caution. She's... worried, to say the least.]

... Riku...?



[[OOC: The Namine from restituo's verse.]]

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[restituo.livejournal.com]

[!!!

...So okay. He's seen doubles, but that doesn't stop him from approaching. Because Namine senses tingling.]

Namine!

[veiledlinks.livejournal.com]

--Riku?!

[brb running out to him]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[...It must be her. Right then. Running as well. And yes, he's still got that sketchbook.]

[veiledlinks.livejournal.com]

[OH GOOD THEN. ;; That means it is you. Hi, have her coming to a stop not far from you.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

--It is you, right?

[Considering the last Namine he met was... kind of rude. Well.]

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Of course it's me..! Why wouldn't it be? You... still have my sketchbook.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Namine...

[looks really relieved, holding out the sketchbook for you.]

As for why not, I ran into someone who looked a lot like you. The way she acted? Completely different.

[veiledlinks.livejournal.com]

Someone who looked like me? What do you mean?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Some guy said this place traps people from different...dimensions. Guess that means there are copies of everyone.

[he shakes his head]

She was nothing like you.

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... That would explain it, but that's a little hard to believe. [She reaches out to take her sketchbook.]

How did she act?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Have to agree with you. This place makes no sense, and it's like some of the rooms have worlds inside them.

[but...he frowns.]

Rude and pushy, that's for sure.

[veiledlinks.livejournal.com]

Whole worlds?! But that's impossible!

[D:]

She was rude to you?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't ask me. I still don't get why they call this place a 'dressing room'.

[nods]

Definitely. And she wore some black cloak for some reason.

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... [O-okay, this makes no sense, she's gonna have to check into this with someone who knows more about it. ;; But this other her thing makes her a little... annoyed.]

Why would she be like that to you?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Must not like Replicas.

[makes a soft 'hmph' sound. At least she's here now.]

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That's silly. There's no reason for that.

[looks a little sadly down at her sketchbook.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

It's fine, Namine. You're here, that's what matters.

[...don't be sad. D: Now he's frowning.]

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[looks up at him, giving a faint smile before moving to hug him.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Yay hugs! He'll gladly return that. This Replica's missed his frieeend.]

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[And she was worried she was stuck here without him. ♥ hugs hugs hugs. When she pulls back, she inspects her sketchbook, smiling more.]

How long have you been here?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

A few days, I think. Almost everything's inside, so it's hard to tell.

[He shrugs.]

Say, Namine... do you know what "awkward" means?

[veiledlinks.livejournal.com]

[So she left him alone like that. :c He took good care of her sketchbook.]

... "Awkward"? It means... Weird. Kind of, out of place? Embarrassing?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. Thanks, Namine.

[Of course he took care of it. 8c It's her sketchbook, hee.]

Want me to show you around?

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If you could... Is there a way out?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

No. Looks like we're stuck here.

[frowns again. 8| But at least Even isn't around. Or Anse