WHAT DOES THE SCOUTER SAY ABOUT THE NUMBER OF POSTS IN THE DR?!

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

[so this Sora shows up through a set of big double doors with Keyblade in hand, though he's not fighting. Instead, he's looking behind him, talking to someone who doesn't seem to have followed him in.]

Riku, c'mon! We're almost done here--

[...]

Riku?

[ooc: HEY KAIRITAS]

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ There's... a young woman in armor that may seem vaguely familiar, as well as a helmet, stalking past. Her entire body screams rage, and there's darkness drifting off her in a few places, smoke-like. She's... not in the mood to stop and help a Sora right now, not after speaking with Maleficent. ]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

... hey!

[What is this what. He's totally assuming she's behind this, but he won't attack just yet.]

What did you do?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

I didn't do anything.

[ Her voice... doesn't sound like a Kairi's at the moment. It may still sound familiar, however. ]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

Then how come I'm not where I was a minute ago?

[...he is mostly oblivious, sorry.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Magic.

[ That was said so blandly. ]

That I didn't have a hand in. Now if you don't mind, I'm in a bad mood.

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

Well... Then how do I get back? I need to help my friend.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

You don't. You're stuck here, just like the rest of us.

[ Can I go now. I have dummies to blow up. ]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

[Can't escape!

Frowns, finally noticing the familiar note in her voice.]

What about my friends?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Exactly where you left them, if you're lucky.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...Ohi, Sora. This derp be passing by with some ice cream, only to stop and give Sora a puzzled look.]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

...

Roxas?

[derp.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...Derp. ABOUT FACE.]

Actually, my name's Ventus.

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

You look just like him, though.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I know. We're completely different people, though.

[Headscratch.]

It's kinda complicated; even I don't understand it that well.

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

... Huh. Sorry for mistaking you for him, then!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

That's okay! I'm used to it.

[He shakes his head.]

You're Sora, right?

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

-- How'd you know my name?

IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!! /couldn't help myself. XD

[hiding-darkness.livejournal.com]

[Well there's a Riku over here, a book in hand and looking over at Sora curiously.]

\o/!!

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

Hey, how'd you get over there?

[...and where is your Keyblade. Books are for Zexions and Mimic Masters.]

[hiding-darkness.livejournal.com]

Walked.

[He now looks amused. New Sora's are always fun.]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

Since when can you walk that fast? You were behind me a second ago!

[they're such trollbait for Rikus. :<]

[hiding-darkness.livejournal.com]

[They are.]

Not quite. I was just making my way back from the library.

[Hence the book.]

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

[...

THIS IS MY CONFUSED FACE.]

[hiding-darkness.livejournal.com]

[Chuckles.]

Welcome to the Dressing Room. A crossroads of worlds.

[skycharm.livejournal.com]

Like Traverse Town was?

[wrong kind of crossroads, Sora.]