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[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[There's a hooded figure walking along the halls, bleeding and leaving a trail of blood.]

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[seasides]

[oh what blood, you get a Curaga. no, he's not even going to ask.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

What, like me now, Princess?

[seasides]

Not a chance. But there's no point leaving someone bleeding in the halls.

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

What's the point when I can off you anytime after this?

[seasides]

I'm not as weak as you seem to think I am.

[tosses a potion his way, then turns and starts walking away.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Stalking down the hall angrily, smelling strongly of smoke and ash. When he sees the blood trail he immediately follows it to the figure.]

Hey, are you okay?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[P-points a gun at weakly.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[O-Okay staggers back, staring.]

How did you get back here already?!

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Too weak, agh, lets his arm fall.]

Wouldn't know.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Clenches his jaw. After everything Marluxia has done, he'd really like to just burn him to a crisp again, but he can't risk that being as Namine is missing and if she's home, he doesn't want Marluxia at home too.

So here Marluxia, he's walking closer, watching that gun warily, and offering a potion.]

Here.

[girlyprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh! Kasper who was just walking down that hall, will be walking towards you now.]

Hey, are you alright?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's a Namine. In an Organization coat.]

[girlyprince.livejournal.com]

[that gets her stopping basically mid step.]

Namine'?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Glares at.]

[girlyprince.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here and why are you bleeding?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Someone's leaving a mess.

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

Someone is meddling in affairs not his own back in my world.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

There is a reason, unless your magic can provide it.

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

I have no reason to help someone like you.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

So cruel. I'm not surprised.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

Hey, you okay?

[...blood. D: Not a good sign.]

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

Not you again.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[...Well, hello. You look vaguely familiar.]

What do you mean?

[disguisedmagic.livejournal.com]

[Fires a Dark Firaga at, but falls to his knees]

[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[Approaching a little wearily, because hooded figures are kind of suspicious - even if he's wearing a coat of his own. This place has made him a bit more suspicious of everything.]

Do you need help...?