( in deep space )

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ One door is open to a suspicious looking room.

There's a glass panel that leads to the outside -- infact, it looks like a space station when they look around and see the large cubes and electronic turrets. Certain people might recognize the area.

Others might recognize a hooded woman in a black coat sitting on one of said cubes, legs crossed, watching a large Jellybowl Unversed float around. It looked like there was no harm so far. It's a bit cute, even, wouldn't you say? ]


[ ooc; I've been meaning to do this since forever. ♥ ]

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[...She is not (as far as he can tell at least) the Xigbar he was looking for, but she does smell so very close he's accepting the possibility of error (particularly with how he's been smoking lately) enough to poke his head in.]

sdfkjhsdjk oops.

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ She recognizes that face and those ears, but where's the cane?

Either way, she whistles for his attention. Come here before the overgrown jellyfish decides to sting and all. ]

derp

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well now he has to come over, though he'll give the Jellybowl a wide berth ]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Don't touch it. It strings.

[ Aaand that's her only warning to that little pet -- ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well, he certainly has no intentions of changing that not getting close to it plan.]

Oh god why did I write strings. ):

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ And once he's arrived, ear scratch. ]

You know, I thought you used a cane.

It's okay, I'm apparently too dyslexic to notice.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[/leeeeeeaaaaaan.]
What?
[derp, there's also having no grey and the entirety of his tail and almost no ear scratch resistance]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ Ear scratching forever, inspecting -- ]

Oh, oh. Someone's shaved off a few years.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[but it's so hard to pay attention when you're doing that :<]
'm still thirty-nine. [mumble mumble.]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ That's exactly why she's doing it, leeeans closer a bit. ]See? Years shaved off.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Just as long as she doesn't ask him anything that requires his concentration]
How many?

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ No she's too busy scratching -- ] Mmmm, fifteen years? Between eleven and nineteen anyway.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Are you still...
[Since he's not fighting this he'll just go ahead and close his eyes.]
My... owner?

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Totally. You've been such a good boy as the years passed you know?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Really?
[/suspecting sarcasm. Even if he hadn't been so severely mindfucked he'd severely doubt that though of course, if he hadn't he'd be veeeeeeery different]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Just. Like. Now.

[ Ear scratching, attempting to make him lie down on the cube. Just because. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[But exertion... and well he can't actually lift himself up there. He's quite fine with just leaning on the cube down here right now.]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ Not when the button to disable regular Earth-leveled gravity is conveniently pressed, whoops everything's floating -- ]

1/2

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[/FLAIL, except flailing isn't as easy when things are happening to gravity]

2/2

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[but being the sci-fi geek he is, he catches on in about three seconds and stops.]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

... That wasn't me, just so you know.

[ Need a hand, she's extending hers -- ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[While the older one (probably) knows better, this one, doesn't know enough on her powers to assume such. He'll reach out to grab her hand (or at least, try to anyway)]

[chestxas.livejournal.com]

[...what is that thing. and since when are you older?]

Xigbar?

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Hi, Kitten.

[ Waaaves. Clearly she should get here before the jellyfish -- ]

[chestxas.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that.

[totally on automatic, skirting around that thing to get over there.]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

It's a nickname, Roxas. A nickname. Should I go with tiger?

[chestxas.livejournal.com]

No.

[hi, have a Roxas in front of you.]

You're older.

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Is that a problem?

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's certainly something new. And that time marker is a bit off too...]

Enjoying yourself?

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ A younger Luxord, awesome. Waves with her fingers. ]

It's a little more fun when I do target practice, but otherwise? It's fine.

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

And what is there to stop you from that now?

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

Well, I can't have all the fun by myself. ♥

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure you could.

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

You don't feel like throwing a spade at it?

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

I might, as long as you don't shoot holes in them again.

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure to shoot after. ♥

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

Then what are we waiting for?

/in b4 mun loses nerve

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[II certainly seems popular with the blondes today.

Have a scientist shuffle past. Better yet, have a particularly misanthropic scientist, contemplating the floor with the obvious goal of Avoiding Everyone Ever--Sweet Darkness, is that a Jellybowl?!

She doubles back to confirm.

Well. That warrants further inspection, risk of interaction with that suspiciously Xigbar-shaped figure be damned.]

ohderp 8)

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ Oh most definitely.

Braig Xigbar waved towards the new company. Clearly Vexen should get closer, or the closer will her to her. ] Vexe~en!

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[Urk. Stealthy she is not.

Social conventions drilled into her by a frequently irate Zexion suggest that the window of time in which a cut and run would be appropriate is no longer open. Might, in fact, have been painted shut and shuttered.

Colloquially speaking, this blows.]

Yes.

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

You might want to get over here, beside me. This thing? I hear it likes to sting.

[ Pats the large cube she's on, because there went the Unversed -- ]

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[Vexen sidles over, reluctantly. She wants to get closer to the monster, not the other way around.]

I'm sure. I never got to study one.

[Pouting? Why no, of course not. Nobodies can't pout, don't be silly. >.>]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ When a door is open, it should be shut. So, at first, all Riku wanted to do was shut the door. But ... that glass panel, or rather, what's beyond it, fascinates him. In he goes, surveying everything while his white hood shrouds his face in shadow, the free cloth hanging over his shoulders.

--oh there's a girl. He looks at her suspiciously, then where she's looking--ohholyjesus. ]

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ Just. Waves. She doesn't speak yet, because she wants to see what happens after the reaction. ]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, after a moment or two, he peers closer to that ... thing. How odd... ]