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[It's not a portal that brings his new arrival in, nor any outpouring of darkness at all. There's just a brief moment of temporal instability and then between one moment and then next, there's a Luxord standing there, looking more than a little worse for the wear. She - for this one is mostly certainly female - even seems to be managing to stand up, for all that she doesn't seem inclined to move away from the nearby wall.

The fact that every shiver sends a fresh stab of pain through her wounds doesn't help. She is very much not dressed for the weather.]

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[this guy's one of the few apparently not hating the weather! he was just passing by, blowing into his gloved hands when he noticed her. cue the double-take.]

[There's a similar moment of confusion on her end. The Demyx she knows is a good more female.]

Oh come on. This is just getting weird.

[she's one of the last people he expected to see as a-- as a she!]

I'd say the same of you.

Yeah yeah, I bet. Come on, this way.

[tosses her a Cure, motioning for her to follow. it is a blizzard, after all.]

[Well, that at least takes care of the worst of it.]

Lead the way.

[She'll defer to his wisdom, since she's assuming he - and isn't that odd to think about - knows the way.

[he will! keeping his distance a little. it's the way to some potions, fortunately.]

So where're you from?

[and by 'where' he means 'when'.]

Somewhere between the final show of cards and the gathering of that which was to follow.

Yeeeeah, figured it was something like that.

[you know he's... not sure whether to find it better or weirder that the female versions seem pretty much the same.]

A common thread among those who arrive, perhaps?

[A Luxord's a Luxord, no matter the world?]

[apparently!]

When it comes to us, anyway.

[speeds up a bit and opens a door, stepping back so she can go in. it's a closet stocked with potions, isn't that nice?]

The other players in this game?

[Very nice, and she nods her head in thanks before finding something appropriate for what the Cure didn't take care of before downing the thing. They still don't taste precisely appetizing.]

Could say that.

[leans against the wall outside, drawing into his jacket.]

Have they names?

[ Now, because it is clear that II is the resident troll of the Organization --

Have a surprise Curaga, with her at a good distance. Entrance of a room, even, the door open. ]

Did you bring your game cards, Lux?

[Ah, sweet, sweet healing. Good thing she isn't intending to move.]

As always.

Clearly we should be playing a 'Welcome back' poker game, don't you agree?

[ The obvious translation: Get your arse over here. ]

[She's coming, she's coming. Still shivering, though.]

It wouldn't go amiss, I'd imagine.

With you around, why would it?

[ Then she would love the huge bonfire II made, yes? ♥ ]

Why indeed.

[And yes, yes she would. Waaaaarmth.]

[ Welcome! II still had those fox earmuffs, too. ]

How long did you last back home?

Oh, longer than you, at least.

Did you have fun? ♥

Our hero's learned the game quite well.

Had an ace up the sleeve, huh? [ Like she always did, but we're not spreading that trade secret. ]

Factor this in, though: Utter chaos with X amount of supply of keyblades.

A game like that could be well worth the trouble.

Sometimes I wonder if you're one of those mind-reading tarot card readers.

Only sometimes?

-- Correction, then: All the time. [ /horrible pun, although she wonders if Luxord can read her current thought: Where's a nice bottle of hot vodka. ]

Much better.

[If she can, she's certainly not mentioning it just yet.]

[ hood or blizzard, her voice is hard to mistake. ]

My, but this place seems to draw the most noteworthy of visitors.

[Hard to mistake indeed.]

The Knave of Hearts alive to play again, I see.

[ a soft "tch." ]

Hardly a knave, X.

You'd have preferred 'Jack,' then?

Titles more suited for our Nocturne, hm?

If that's how you choose to see them.

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