Target Acquired

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

[Furious pacing is furious.]

[There's a Xigbar pacing back and forth near a wall in a hallway, a hand to his chin, face contorted in deep thought. He happens to be new here, and wondering why exactly he can't portal his way over to Port Royal and fuck with the pirates' heads. Also, finding out why he's alive would be particularly nice as well.]

[Eventually, the pacing leaves the floor and travels up the wall, onto the ceiling. The metal pieces of his coat jingle, and he stops in the center of the hallway's ceiling.]

... Just doesn't add up.

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[sunspotly.livejournal.com]

[not pacing, but he's obviously going somewhere, Oblivion and Oathkeeper in his hands. and he looks pissed.

--and he stops right under Xigbar. ... looks around...]

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

[Looks up. Well, up for him.]

... What the hell. Roxas? What are you doing here?

[sunspotly.livejournal.com]

[... looks up at--hello Xigbar.]

I already saw you.

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... Not here, you didn't.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[lounging on the wall]

What doesn't?

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... [points at you, wtf.]

That, for one.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[smirks]

I'm gonna guess you're new?

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

You might say something like that.

... Maybe.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

[Xaldin just happened to be meandering by as you spoke.. and responded coldy. ]

... Odds are, if you were the one counting, your answer would not add up correctly.

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... Aren't you supposed to be dead?

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

Well. I am happy to see you too.

[Sarcasm. But he has taken the hint that you are new. ]

I doubt you are the Xigbar I knew...nor the Xaldin you knew. This is a parallel universe. Welcome to it.

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... Parallel universe would explain the lack of death-by-keybrat.

[seasides]

[....looks up at him, munching on a cookie. stiiiill winged.]

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

[Glances up at him.]

... Well what are you supposed to be?

[seasides]

A person.

[munch munch.]

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... With wings.

[And light. He can... tell.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Have another III, bro. ]

A million things on your mind, I see.

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no kidding. I'm alive, can't leave, and--

... Well, shit, this is lovely.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

What, seen me already?

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[Walking, walking, walking- sniff.

... Gunpowder.

Blinks and looks up at him.]

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't notice you yet, still standing on the ceiling and trying to figure this shit out.]

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[Jumps and grabs your ponytail. 8D]

[summer_poprocks]

[looks around at the sound of your voice, not thinking to look up]

Huh?

[treadsceilings.livejournal.com]

... [Does look up. From where he is, that is.]

--Roxas? Blondie, what're you doin' here?

[summer_poprocks]

[looks up when he hears you the second time, his mouth hanging open in shock]

How are you...?