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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[No good dressing room is complete without a garden. Precisely there is where the man in question finds himself, walking through the grass and pausing once in a while to make a displeased noise or frown where the plants are not to his liking.

He stops at last before a tall tree with a small, parasitic vine growing along its trunk. Laying his hand on the vine, Marluxia smiles a cruel smile. The vine is one of his favourite breeds, known well for wanting too much from its host and often killing it in the process of just surviving. It may be murderous, but it bears beautiful flowers when it blossoms.

Under his touch, the vine's growth process is visibly accelerated.]

[ooc: I gave in to my urge to play Marlu, so have a brand new muse. Concrit would be really appreciated... though isn't necessary.]

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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[How uninteresting.]

Don't you have goals? Something you want to achieve...?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Oh, make her think why don't you...]

Well..I do want to be a scientist like my dad...

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Your father?

[He doesn't know many scientists, and the ones he does would doubtfully reproduce...]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Who?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

....

[She shakes her head, not wanting to say, because what if this guy knows Dad and tells him before she thinks he's ready to know?]

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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Come now, Desiree. [Ah, yes, Marluxia still remembers your name.] What would be the harm in telling me?

Unless you do not know...

[Really. Marluxia's just wondering who reproduced, how, and why he wasn't informed of this earlier.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know I just...

[She looks aside.]

I'm from the future and as far as i know, Mom's still pregnant with me here, so I don't want either her or Dad to know I'm here yet...

...but Xehanort's my dad if you really must know.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[That name is familiar to him, but the fact that she is from the future catches his interest more so than Xehanort does.]

You're from the future... What do you know?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[He's baiting her, she's sure of it. She lifts her head and looks his straight in the eyes.]

I'm afraid i can't tell you that.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Why-ever not? There's nothing stopping you.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Because I'll change the future if I tell.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go.

[She turns and heads for the door again, and unless he stops her she's gone.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He does believe he will with a vine aiming to wrap itself around her ankle. If she knows the future, he's not letting her go anywhere.]

I'm certain you can spare a little detail or two. Be vague if you must. What's it like?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi stops and just looks at the vine around her ankle.]

Not quite as bright and cheery as it is now.

[Then she bends down to press a finger to the vine, hopefully the burst of Light she gives it will make it let her go.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[Sounds promising.]

Why so?

[The vine wants to, Marluxia does not. It does loosen, however.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Lots of Heartless for the most part.

[She sets the flowers down as she uses both hands to try and get the vine off of her ankle.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[More of it stretches towards her, but appears to just be waiting.]

Do they have a master?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Not that I know of.

[Picks the flowers up and turns to just glare at the vine.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Pity.

[The vine lets her go, but lingers, as if it's watching her.]

The future can be changed.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, but it's not going to because of me.

[And with that she turns and leaves the room.]