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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.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, would it help to say that you aren't in Radiant Garden anymore?

[ Oh if he only knew who the 'father' was (read: Xaldin, thus Dilan) -- ] They do call it a nexus for a reason.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

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

Why is that?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[He would have a heart attack.]

A nexus. Fascinating. The possibilities such a place must--

[Nerdy scientist mode takes over for a brief moment before he remembers he lost Ienzo. Woops.]

I can't say the Ienzo I know has any extraordinary characteristics other than being Ienzo, and if there are more than one of him now, I am unsure as to how I would go about...differentiating.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

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

Well, people generally come to this place alone.

[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]

[His life is so hard.]

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

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, one's eighteen years old and is currently going out with an older Kairi.

[ Says that without skipping a beat. And still grinning. ] Other than that, I haven't seen the kid at all. Did you take Braig's suggestion on getting a leash?

[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?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ Poor Evenbb. ]

It's some sort of crossroads. People are brought here from different times, worlds, even dimensions; you'll probably see a whole lot of doubles of some people around here.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

He's- How is he-

[FROWNS.] No, of course not.

[sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com]

[And taller! ]

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

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Brb processing this concept.]

That would explain [THE NOT-BRAIG WITH THE TITS] a number of things. Thank you.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

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

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

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Just reminding you it's an option. ♥

[ She catches that unfinished sentence -- ] How is he what?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Not going to say Ienzo is far too young because he. Isn't? This nexus stuff sucks.]

Eighteen.

[sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

I've acquired nearly as many names as there are worlds. Sometimes I've been 'Ian', sometimes I've been just a nameless no one, and on one memorable occasion I was 'Red'. My coworkers mostly call me 'Zexion', but you may use whichever suits you best.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, from what I've heard [ EAVESDROPPING PER USUAL.... ] -- he was sixteen the first time he arrived.

And thus, two years stuck in this place.

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? ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

No problem. If you have any other questions, I can try to answer them. I wasn't really busy or anything.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Even?

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