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[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[there's a Sora of the much shorter variety stalking about the innards of the Dressing Room late this evening, Keyblade in one hand and a thick deck of cards in the other, staying mostly out of sight aside from the, you know, big yellow shoes. stealth isn't very high in his repertoire of skills, anyway. he's a good year and two inches shorter than his other Castle Oblivion counterparts as well.]

[he's on edge, practically folding the cards in half in his fist as he glances over his shoulder constantly, half knowing there's no one suspicious there, half completely distrusting of his own senses. here he was so sure he'd be able to track down this "Superior" and save Naminé, but Marluxia had hardly given a fair description of the guy: "black coat, silver hair." yup, that definitely narrows it down on this world. whatever world he's wandered onto now.]

[if you're in the vicinity, watch out for this one suddenly stepping out directly behind you: Rikus are such a distant memory by now that he might mistake the older ones for his target. Kairis will get a confused, but somehow longing expression, like he's trying to grasp at something that simply isn't there anymore. everybody else will likely be heckled and interrogated.]

Comments

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's somewhere around here you can do that anyway... There are so many rooms here. Some are even outdoors. Like the beach room...

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Beach room? There's a whole beach here?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

There are a few rooms like that.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

That's great! Maybe we can find one that's far enough away that there aren't any creepy doubles.. It'll be just like home!

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

...of course.

[ that smile could be seen as vaguely encouraging. possibly. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Right! So.. Where's Marluxia? I wonder if I still need to take out that Xemnas guy.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure where he is right now... and you may still need to take on Xemnas. I'm not sure if there are any here, however.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Should we go look for him? Marluxia I mean, not Xemnas. But him, too, I guess.

[pauses to rub at his eyes. his chatter is a direct result of adrenaline; like many other things, he doesn't really remember the last time he slept.]

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

...you look like you need sleep first.

[ maybe she could reinforce his trust in Marluxia while he sleeps, or even just look at the job his Naminé did. after all, she knows most Naminé are not as fond of Marluxia as she is. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then grins sheepishly. he's been too busy worrying about her to think about much else.]

Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Then go get some sleep. I won't leave the area.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[he pokes his head in a nearby door, finding himself an empty room- still blindingly white, but that's something he can fix later. Sora turns slightly to look at her.]

Naminé? I'm.. really glad you're all right.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ she pauses, then smiles faintly in return. ]

Thank you. I'm... glad you found me.

[ if only because he's got to be the most useful keybearer in the place. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[that makes him bite his lip and flush bright red, but he smiles.]

I'll just take a short nap.

[famous last words, Sora, being the natural lazy bum he is. what he meant to be maybe an hour-long nap quickly turns into several hours, leaving Naminé to alter him as she pleases.]

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[ Marluxia will be quite pleased. at least, she hopes so. ]