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[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Glub glub. Who in the heck thinks of putting a big, full of seawater tank in the middle of nowhere? It's there, and so is Sora--bound and weighed down by a heavy rock. A lever is to the right side of the glass tank, so someone could empty it! They could just smash through the glass, too...

Those bubbles are getting smaller. Unless someone's looking for Grade B Sora Meat, someone should do something!)

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[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

[What the shi- SLICES the glass to break it with Vorpal before booking it out of the way of the rushing water and glass]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(There it goes! He ends up on the bottom of the tank, coughing behind his gag and trying to breathe. He doesn't want to open his eyes, no, no, no ... )

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

[walks into the tank from the nice exit he made to come and help]

Hey- hey, are you alright?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He slowly cracks open his eyes to see whoever's speaking--

And flips out! He starts thrashing and all that. Did they have to make a clone?!)

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

Oi settle down so I can at least cut you free.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Set him free? Since when did they do that? Especially clones? For a second or so, Sora pauses--before he glares... even if he stays still!)

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

[goes about cutting you free]

[diamondusts.livejournal.com]

[What is this madness. Stupid dressing room. Aqua takes the moment to notice the lever and will be pulling that now.]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(The water drains; he slowly drifts down and ends up falling onto the rock. A somewhat pained groan echoes off of the walls of the tank, and he starts to squirm.

... oh, and that's not all. The walls seem to unstick and fall open, like a deconstructed box.)

[diamondusts.livejournal.com]

[That's convenient. She'll be walking over to him now, cutting him free from the rock with her keyblade, before kneeling down and sitting him upright.]

Are you alright?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(His eyes flutter open--and for a second, he just stares, before reaching out to touch her cheek, then forehead and nose.)

You're... not an illusion?

[diamondusts.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at him, pulling his hand away from her face.]

No illusions, I'm right here.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He shakes his head, confused. What was happening? Hadn't she been taken and... he swallows.)

That doesn't make any sense...! What's happ--oh... uh... I'm fine...

(He forgot to reply to her question beforehand, after all, and that's not very nice of him.)

[diamondusts.livejournal.com]

[She'll be casting Cure on him now, taking care of any other binds or ties on him.]

I'm assuming you're new to the dressing room?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[oh isn't this amusing. he's standing riiight outside the tank, and will lean forward to tap the glass]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(That hurts his ears! With an uncomfortable shift, he manages to peek his eyes open--and groan in pain. Seawater. Salt plus eyes equals pain.)

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[he isn't very concerned with that. more like he's interested in how someone managed to get you so nicely trussed up. he'll just lean on the glass, his back to you]

Hm, I wonder what it was I was going to do today...

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(If he could give an irritated sigh, he would! Right now, though, he's trying to find a way to get out of his bonds... oh, they're gonna get it...)

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[he'll just buff his nails, waiting to see how long it takes you to drown.]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Oh, you should worry, Marluxia. It's not long before there's a ghostly wail of sorts, though muffled and coming from the tank.)

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[well that does get his attention, and he finally turns with an expression of feigned interest]

Oh? Did you want something?

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[The second Roxas sees this, he reacts very, very quickly. Levers are for logical people, not those who are having panic alarm bells crowd out all rational thought in their minds. Before you know it he's there, Oblivion in hand, smashing the hilt of the Keyblade into the glass and shattering it. It's not so easy to brace against the sudden rush of water and glass shards, but he manages it, pulling Sora out of the mess and tugging that gag down.]

What the hell happened to you?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(His eyes snap open as soon as the water's gone, and he tries to hold back his coughs-which doesn't work that well-before he peers up at him. Er... um...)

Uh... I...

(His eyes dart to that scar on his face, and he sort of freezes up.)

Uh, people--tried to--uh... stupid scientists--

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[that makes his eyes go a little wide. scientists, you say?

expression stony, Roxas starts to undo those other bonds, saying nothing.]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Once he's free, he wiggles a little, rubbing his wrists.)

Thanks...