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[Have a swirl of Darkness, you lot, before an unpleasantly-familiar-to-most gentleman steps out of a portal and into a miscellaneous room. He stops immediately, glancing at his surroundings with a raised eyebrow. Is there any noteworthy difference about this Marluxia? Well. Not that one can see, but expect some odd behavior caused by what's been going on in his 'verse.]

Not what I expected.

[ooc: I DON'T KNOW, INFO IN JOURNAL]

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(He was halfway down the hall when he hears someone speaking, and out of curiosity, he turns back. Thankfully, his white cloak ~~which is an actual cloak not a black trench coat~~ has a hood, and his hood covers most of his face ~~a la Organization coat~~. So his look of horror, it is concealed. It's probably a little weird to suddenly see a preteen standing in the middle of the hallway with only a cloak and jeans, though.)

[He notices there's someone else there and turns his head to look at him, taking in the...outfit. Alright, odd. He's never actually met Riku, and the Replica is his token failed fighter he hasn't seen in a while, so he's just kind of. Indifferent, when he speaks.]

Hello.

(Lucky Marluxia. He turns his back to him.)

Hi.

[Oh. Oh, that reaction is precious. He may be smirking a bit.]

May I ask the reason you're wearing that cloak?

Why do you care what I wear? What are you, my mother?

(Yes, it's defensive, and yes, it's rude. He is a teenager.)

[Not having feelings is so convenient. Brb, mistaking him for the Replica:]

If anyone, that would be Vexen.

I don't know a Vexen.

(Which is a lie, he does know him, just not by name. He starts moving, though, in an attempt to get out.)

[That's different; probably an attempt to gain individuality by a poor, pathetic Replica. --Oh no, you do not walk away from Marluxia. He sidesteps Riku pretty swiftly, putting a hand in front of him to stop the retreat.]

Is that so?

(His hood easily falls, showing his pointed glare quite quickly as he stares up at Marluxia.)

It is so. Get out of my way.

[Again: precious. He doesn't move.]

Mind your place, boy. Tell me; how is it that you don't know Vexen?

I am minding my place: it's away from you.

(He ignores the question and tries to go around him.)

[Don't make him get the scythe out; he will.]

Don't be so literal. Answer the question.

(And he'll... run. What's a weaponless Riku to do?)

I just haven't met him.

[Hm, well, if this Replica claims to not know Vexen, and dresses oddly besides, there is a decent chance he's got the wrong one, which would mean--]

You're the original, then? Riku?

(Original? He almost asks what he means before remembering what Ri told him--and crap, this guy is in a black coat! He should've paid more attention.)

... yeah?

[Oh, Riku. Have a condescending look.]

Are you as incompetent as your double?

(Whoah, hold the phone.)

I'm not incompetent, asshole.

I don't know; your replica is certainly not doing its job.

That's him, not me. Don't blame me for what he can't do.

Why not? You are the source.

You wanted the cheap knockoff, that's your fault.

Hardly. I didn't ask for a copy of a failure.

[Well that's totally not a voice he wanted to hear.]

[what up]

Vexen. What is this?

[Ugh why.]

A nexus.

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