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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.]

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[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[He's walking by trying to re-find the kitchen. He was pretty sure it was this way. He doesn't notice your Sora until he's practicly tripping on him....] Gah! [Please forgive the big goofy blonde nearly pancaking you.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[See, this is exactly why Zexion is following you like a shadow in this place, Demyx. You make messes everywhere. He tries to prevent Sora-smooshing by seizing the back of Demyx's coat--but Zexion's not known for his physical strength so all he manages is to slow Demyx's decent slightly.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[pancakes may be one of Sora's favorite breakfasts, but he prefers to eat them, not be one-- he dives out of the way just in time, scrambling to his feet and snatching up any cards that might have somehow escaped his death grip.]

Watch it!

[pandorascreams.livejournal.com]

[ Black coat, silver hair? The lady drinking coffee on the kitchen counter -- what chair? -- fits that description well, right? After all, she had the coat on.

Beware of the sleeping kitten on her head. ]

[serendipitykey.livejournal.com]

[There's a Sora lingering the halls of this huge place, and there's a Roxas wandering quite aimlessly all the same. Eyes blank of... much of anything, really, and they match his expression to a T. Such a shame he can barely form a sentence; give him a year and he might be really excited to meet you, squirt.

But alas. He's completely lost, and definitely in more ways than one. His mind might be sluggish, but survival instinct is left intact. Follow the first person to safety? Sounds like a good idea.

So tell me, Sora. How hard is it to follow a stealth-failing Keyblader?]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[it isn't difficult at all, but then, Roxas seems like he needs to work on his ability to stay out of sight as well. the hair on the nape of his neck prickles, and Sora whirls on his heels to face Roxas, Keyblade at the ready--]

Hey!--

[the blank expression he's met with catches him completely off guard; his thoughts to defend himself from a threat are instantly derailed. Sora straightens, an eyebrow quirked.]

... Who are you supposed to be?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[it's the coat that tips him off more than anything, but as Sora tiptoes closer, he remembers that he's pretty sure Marluxia said to be looking for a man in a black coat. Sora comes to a standstill, waffling over whether to approach or continue to watch, and weigh his options.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[Demyx faceplants.] Mmmph! [Thankfully not on Sora though. He wasn't looking to squish the kid. He lifts his face off the floor.] Ehhh... Sorry about that. I didn't see you there.

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Zexion frowns, staring down at the heap of Demyx on the floor.] How on earth did you manage to miss him? [It's not like Sora was blending in. Zexion spotted him easily. He'd really expected Demyx to swerve at the last moment but he never did.]

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

[Bitty Sora that's on edge?

Well, that's new.]

What's gotten into you, Sora?

[Says the Riku that's chilling against the wall. Aw yeah.]

[serendipitykey.livejournal.com]

[Like Nobody like Somebody, amirite? The Keyblade catches him off guard, just a little. He's just surprised to see it in someone's hand other than his own.

But that's definitely a threatening stance, and Roxas has been told, if nothing else, to defend himself. So a quick shift in his own posture, and up comes his own Key. Identical to Sora's. Huh.

Ah, but wait! The little Keyblade-stealer is saying something.]

Thirteen. [Wait, wrong name.] Roxas.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ oh, but Sora-

who is that watching from the end of that hallway? ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[his defensive instinct is completely cowed by bewilderment- Roxas might notice Sora's bemused gaze shifting from Keyblade to his face, to Keyblade again. he doesn't really remember much outside Castle Oblivion aside from anything involving Naminé, but he's pretty sure he's the only one with the Keyblade. or has he been remembering something else incorrectly?]

Roxas? Why do you-?

[waves his free hand at a vague gesture at the weapon in Roxas' hand.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[on edge is an understatement; Sora nearly trips over his feet when he jumps in surprise at Riku's voice, and whirls around to face Riku, three cards already plucked from his deck, ready to attack. silver hair, but no cloak.. plus this guy's face seems familiar, somehow. it's a face he recognizes somewhere in the disaster that is his memories, but it's fleeting. like anything else he tries to remember that isn't Naminé.]

[better safe than sorry, though. Sora still holds those three cards between two fingers, his Keyblade clutched in the other hand and held in front of himself defensively.]

Are you.. are you Xemnas?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[blonde hair, not silver hair; white dress, not a cloak.. he could disregard her and move o-- wait a minute.]

Naminé? Naminé!

[the Keyblade dissipates in his hands, and he abandons his deck of cards, leaving them to scatter all over the floor. Sora is at her side in an instant.]

Naminé! Are you all right? You're not hurt, are you? How did you get away from Xemnas?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ she smiles peacefully to hide the vague annoyance that swells up in her as he approaches. ]

What are you talking about?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Sora's eyes dart from Demyx to Zexion, taking a few cautious steps back. the coats are tipping him off to make him think he's in the presence of two threats, so he's crouched down with his Keyblade like he's looking for a fight.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Xemnas- he took you! Marluxia said I'd have to find him and defeat him if I wanted to save-- to find you. Are you sure you're all right?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Oh... yes, of course. I'm fine, Sora. Thank you for coming to find me.

[ this is probably the best thing to happen since a decent Marluxia showing up. she doesn't even need to rewrite this Sora; she can just take him straight to Marluxia! ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[he turns a little pink, and tries to wave it off like it's no thing.]

Well.. Of course, Naminé! You don't have to thank me. I made a promise, right?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[ she remembers the general promise quite well, though she's not sure if it's the exact same for him. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Sora's still beaming at Naminé, a little dopey, extremely pleased with himself at how easily he found her.]

So.. Where are we, exactly?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

A crossroads between many worlds, apparently. It's strange... there are many versions of some people here.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Different versions? You mean.. There are different versions of me? And..

[he pauses, lost in thought for a minute. he's trying to come up with another name, but his searches all seem to arrive at the same point:]

... And you?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[ the fact that he can't seem to come up with the names of anyone else gives her some sort of pride in her work, even if he wasn't her work specifically. ]

People will try to tell you there's something wrong with your memories, Sora. Don't listen to them. The only ones you can trust here are me and Marluxia.