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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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[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

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

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

[basstune.livejournal.com]

No... I've never met him.

(He slouches, before rubbing his neck again.)

I didn't even get to see who put me in there...

[basstune.livejournal.com]

No... I've never met him.

(He slouches, before rubbing his scalp gently.)

The guy that did had... really green eyes. Can't remember 'nything else.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Well, at least that's all taken care of for now.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

Thanks, again.

(He outstretches a hand to shake with Riku.)

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his hand.]

Sure. Try to keep out of trouble for a while, alright?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He starts to speak, before drawing back.)

... I wasn't even in trouble...

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

I'd call getting on the bad side of a Marluxia 'trouble'.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He huffs, before walking up to him.)

Thanks, but I don't get in trouble. This was a fluke--scientists always feel like getting their hands on good fighters! I have no idea who that Marluxia person was, but whoever they are, they're gonna get it next time I see them.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

...From the way he just faded, you're not going to be seeing him for a while.

[All that talk of scientists is making him curious though.]

You're a new arrival, aren't you?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He's about to protest--and then he stops to listen. New arrival, what?)

Huh? Well... I... guess?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Guess that clears things up.

[Sighs.]

Look, whatever rules you played by back home, don't necessarily apply here. I suggest you steer clear of anyone else in a black coat like that, no matter how good a fighter you think you are.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(His ocean-blue eyes flicker with anger at his words, fingers slowly curling at his sides.)

I know you're lookin' out for me, but I don't think I'm a good fighter. I know I am.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh wonderful. A cocky one.]

Doesn't mean there aren't plenty of people who are better than you.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Not cocky, he just knows that he's good. He's not gonna downplay that.)

I didn't say that there weren't, but I know I can fight.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Just shakes his head.]

I don't really feel like having this argument.

[So he's turning to leave.]

You're on your own next time someone has a foot on your trachea.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes with an irritated noise.)

Fine.