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[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[If it looks like a Vexen it must be a Vexen, right?

Incorrect. This one is an Even, clearly decked out in apprentice garb, carrying a clipboard, and looks just much more pleasant than Vexen in general. Mostly. He's really into that clipboard, also, so when he looks away from it to tell something to someone who is no longer at his side, he stops and looks around.]

Ienzo? Ienzo, what have I told you about wandering-

[--thiiis is not where he was before.]

Ah.

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ If he noticed, there was a Xigbar. Not a Braig, a Xigbar. With tits. And a two-month pregnant stomach. And cake (http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/photos/rh_np_chefduff3_091506.jpg) that she's eating with chopsticks.

Upside down. ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[He notices after a moment of looking the other direction. For a beautiful, glorious second, he thinks maybe Braig is here and knows where Ienzo went.

And then he notices. That's. That's something he'll just ignore for the time being.]

Excuse me, you...haven't seen a young man dressed like this, have you?

[indicatin' of the labcoat etc]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Huh -- oh look an Even. She warped back onto her feet -- MUNCH (by the way, the cake is floating in mid-air -- gotta love gravity) -- and smiled a Braig smile. ISN'T SHE FAMILIAR. ]

Which Ienzo?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[SO FAMILIAR. The tits are confusing him and he does not want to think about that pregnant belly.]

What do you mean, 'which'?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ Now there's someone vaguely familiar kind of! She tilts her head a little, watching him curiously. ]

He's probably not here. The one you know, anyway.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[All of this 'vaguely sort of maybe' is not Even's cup of tea.]

Why is that?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ Well that's just too bad, isn't it? ]

Well, people generally come to this place alone.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[His life is so hard.]

I see. What else is there to know about this place?

[sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com]

[Not quite, no, but there's someone who looks an awful lot like an older version of Ienzo wandering past. He stops to offer a curious sort of look, though. He doesn't see Evens very often.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Even spots him as he walks past and is more than a little completely baffled. Older? What.]

You wouldn't happen to be an Ienzo, would you?

[sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com]

[And taller! ]

I don't use the name much anymore, but you could say that, yes.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Compared to lanky mcgangly over here? No, sorry.]

I see. What should I call you, if not Ienzo?

mmm spam.

[grandifloras.livejournal.com]

[ There is a girl heading outside of a room, bubble tea in hand. Shuts the door. Time to go to another room...

She looks familiar somehow, doesn't she? ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Yes she does. SOMEHOW.]

--Excuse me! Miss?

[grandifloras.livejournal.com]

[ Becareful she's a troll, Even -- A tilt of her head, a smile as she sipped. ]

Mmm?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Yes well considering those parents of hers.]

Pardon, I'm--new. Could you possibly tell me- [you know this sounds and awful lot like he's trying to pick up underage chicks and wow, things he isn't trying to do: that's on the list.]

You look like someone I know, actually.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Even?

[Look! It's that older Ienzo titsbar spoke of!]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[FINALLY. Sort of. Why aren't you tiny. :c]

Ienzo? Do tell me you are Ienzo.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Because he's AU, duh. And predates BBS, so--]

Yes, Even. I am.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Afraid I couldn't tell you where he is.

[This from a mini-Xehanort who's smiling widely. Whoops.]

... Although things are a little complicated.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Um. Tinynort. Okay. No one is the right size here, evidently.]

I--yes, I've gathered as much.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He puts his hands in his pockets, relaxed.]

You've already heard what's happening, then? That's good.

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[hay Even your legs are getting tackled in three... two... one--]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[--oh god what. He stumbles because he is a skinny lanky thing and therefore easy to topple.]

Hello there!

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[she latches onto only one leg, in that case, looking absolutely thrilled.]

Even!