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(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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[looks like you've escaped death in your own world just to jump into another in this one. Marluxia doesn't seem ready to let up any time soon.]

What's the matter, Sora? Cat got your tongue?

(May the gods save me after this... I really should've gone around this another way. Stupid sadists!)

[Hey Pedoluxia, guess what. There's a nice sharp keyblade at your throat now c:]

You ought to find a better hobby.

[only his eyes move to look at you, and he's still smirking. 'sup, have some vines wrapping around your legs]

I haven't even had fun with this one yet, and you're already breaking up the party?

(Vines? What is that guy? With a soft, tired groan, his eyes flutter shut and back open, as if they can't decide on staying alive or dead. His mouth slowly forms 'stop', even if he can't reinforce it with his words.)

[Dark fire is going to be keeping your silly vines at bay.]

That's me, party crasher. So unless you're fond of getting your throat slit, you might want to back off.

[makes a show of straightening with his hands in his pockets, using the boot on Sora's neck for leverage and not caring if he crushes anything as he gives Riku a sardonic grin]

It wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

(There's a pretty loud groan, before it sharply dies off. It's too much pressure. He can't stand it... he'll die before whoever it is can get this guy off of his neck.)

Well I really can't stand repeat performances.

[So have some dark firaga knocking you back instead.]

[grunts and takes the blow and lets it knock himself through a portal- only to come falling out of one over your head, his scythe out and swinging]

(as soon as Marluxia is off of his neck, though, he's trying to pull himself up, swallowing hard. He tries out a quick note before he sees that portal--and as quickly as he can, he sings, throat glowing.)

Better stand tall when they're calling you out!
Don't bend!
Don't break!
Baby, don't back down--

(And Sora, knowing the song by heart, knows that two staccato beats come right after. As his throat starts to dim it's glow, Marluxia will probably feel sudden, intense pain in his abdomen. He's good at making livers burst.)

[brb, getting the hell out of dodge roll. Please to not be beheading. Also you go right ahead and do your singing thing, he's tossing more dark firaga at Marluxia.]

[his attack is abruptly cut short at that pain, and he doubles-over in midair with a shocked gasp, his arm wrapping around his midsection protectively as he hits the floor]

(He's left panting after a while, collasping into himself before he gets back onto his side. His eyes go to Riku.)

Help untie me, please?

[Keeps an eye on Marluxia while going over to Sora and untying him.]

[someone appears to be faaaading--]

(Sora looks over at him in a double take. ... is he... disappating? His eyebrows knit together for about the third time today, though he doesn't cry out or struggle against Riku to go over to him.)

[Once he's done untying Sora, his gaze goes back to the current threat. ...Or maybe not, with the way he's fading like that.]

Leaving the party so soon?

[if only looks could kill. he'd like to reply to that but brb puking blood as he fades further, soon only leaving behind the bloodstain and inky wisps of darkness]

(He rubs his wrists, trying to look everywhere but Marluxia's spot. He doesn't usually kill... but it was a life-or-death thing, right? He looks up at Riku.)

Uh... thanks.

[He stares a little longer at that spot where Marluxia was, just making sure he's really gone.]

You alright?

(After a minute or two, he nods, shakily standing.)

Yeah, I'm okay. ... I think.

If you're sure.

[Glances at the remnants of that tank.]

What happened?

(A piece of glass is nudged by his foot, he speaks.)

I wanted to get out... and he wanted me dead.

Is he the one that stuck you in there in the first place?

[What do you mean you're a new arrival.]