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[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[Well now, have an Isa idling in the middle of a miscellaneous hallway and looking a little out of it. One hand is fumbling with a pocket while he looks slowly from one doorway to the next.]

Now where did I put... hm.

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[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Comes running down the hall, grins widely and skids--backtracks, and down the hall Isa is in.]

Hey! There you are!

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[blinks and shakes his head at the apparition]

Do I want to know what you're doing here?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Holds up a bag of cookies.] Nah. But these are pretty good, I've been finding them in every kitchen I've passed.

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[this is him resisting the urge to rub his temples]

How many strange kitchens have you raided by now? Do you even know where you are?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Fifteen. Not in the slightest idea, but it looks pretty neat so I've been just kind of.. checking it out. [Pulls a cookie out, offers. No icing, gingerbread.]

[bulletbites.livejournal.com]

[ Now, while Isa was checking, there was a Heartless jumping -- and a bullet from across the room. Dead Heartless. ]

Didn't your mother tell you not to run off alone?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[he's backed quickly up against the wall and is just staring at the swirl of darkness where the Heartless used to be]

... I was under the impression this was a dream. No chance of that?

[bulletbites.livejournal.com]

You'd wish it was a dream, but not a chance.

The short story of this is: Alternate universe, another world. No kidding. [ Totally waiting for the 'THAT'S BS' speech. ] I don't need to speak science to prove me right, right?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[deadpans] Science-fiction, you mean.

... You're one of the ones from the Bastion, aren't you? What's the way back?

[bulletbites.livejournal.com]

[ JUST WHAT HE WAS WAITING FOR ] No. Science.

If I knew, I would've gone back ages ago.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Well. That is a face he wasn't expecting to see and no mistake.

'Sup Isa, have what seems to be an older you.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Bumps into along the way.] Whoops, sorry-- [Looking up, blink.]


... Whoa.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Oh god not you too what do you even want?]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Uhh.. [How to say 'you look like my friend Isa'? Just keeps staring for a minute, then points at his face.]

Where'd you get that scar? [Yep, best icebreaker ever.]

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a few seconds to realize where the recognition comes from, he was already disoriented enough]

--What is this?

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

I could ask you the same thing.

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

This doesn't usually happen after or during a nap.

[shakes his head] Who are you?

[avant-le-feu.livejournal.com]

Where'd you put what?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

The map, you--

[a glance up becomes a double take becomes Isa just spreading his hands: I give the fuck up]

Lea.

[avant-le-feu.livejournal.com]

What?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

Weren't you just--

Even you can't eat that fast. [looking at you suspiciously]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Where one leads, more shall follow--- 'sup Isa.]

Looking for something?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[o hay there, is this a Radiant Garden convention?]

Just something I thought I had with me -- I guess I don't.

... Ventus, right?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[But where are the people cosplaying as Ansem the Wi---

Derp. He nods.]

Yep, that's me! And you're...Isa, right?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[it's an under-50 convention]

That's right. [a beat] You don't look surprised.