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[ervum.livejournal.com]

_{[ an older Naminé in a plain Organization coat is staring out at the light of the window towards the garden ]}

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let's say Akane is with a babysitter

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Who let you wear the coat?

Re: let's say Akane is with a babysitter

[ervum.livejournal.com]

_{[ glances at Larxene with a nonchalant frown. Her lips are a radiant pink, like a certain someone's ]}

Larxene. A greeting of curt comedy, as always, but there is... no room for jokes.

_{[ in seriousness ]}

This is not Castle Oblivion. Have you any information on where we are?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow at the un-Naminé-like dialogue.]

It's called the dressing room, and who said I was joking?

[ervum.livejournal.com]

Explain this dressing room. I've no knowledge that the synonym for clothing drawers could get this... expansive.

_{[ Obviously quite displeased, now ]}

Must I repeat myself, XII? This coat is my birthright, our Organization's mark. The proof of what once was here and will continue to remain... and, as such, should be treated with respect.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

That's just what they call it. It's more of a nexus.

[folds her arms, frowning]

And no witch is allowed to talk to me like that.

[ervum.livejournal.com]

A nexus... but of what? Of worlds?

_{[ stares at Larxene, gaze cold and hard-pressed ]}

Have the fools tainted you with their idiocy, XII? There is no witch in your presence.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

You sound like Marluxia.

[ervum.livejournal.com]

_{[ with a twitch of irritation ]}

Never in my existence have my mannerisms touched upon the likes of his naiveté, lest you know of a different Marluxia than I...

_{[ her brows soften in realization ]}

...As I know a different Larxene.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[excuse her for a minute while she tries to imagine namluxia.]

Told you. It's a nexus, and apparently there's loads more of all of us out there.

[ervum.livejournal.com]

A nexus of universes... intriguing. I must see if I can bring back a few more of our own to replace the traitors.

How many are here?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Yeah, one problem with that. You can't leave.

And you mean how many of us three? Only a few of Marluxia and I. More of you.

[ervum.livejournal.com]

Any world, even a nexus, has its exit, XII. I will find it given time, when all that is required here has been completed.

_{[ nonchalantly ]}

Marluxia is irrelevant to my plans. Merely one can be kept alive to serve his cause completely, any more than that will only serve to confuse the boy.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Namine + Organization coat? Divide by cucumber error, please reinstall universe and reboot. Serious does not compute over here. So Nocturne's going to wander over, looking confused.

Also, good thing to note? Despite the icons, he is not wearing the Organization coat. In fact he's wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt.]

... Naminé?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that.

[Oh, she'd love to see how one of the "normal" Marluxias reacts to this one.]

[ervum.livejournal.com]

_{[ curt smile ]}

Save your courtesies for the luckless, Larxene.

[ervum.livejournal.com]

IX.

_{[ catches a glance of Demyx from behind her, her pink lips forming a soft frown ]}

An interesting choice in garb, I wasn't aware you had such frivolities hidden away from my presence.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[The lipstick is weird, but "IX" catches his attention more.]

Okay, for starters, I guess you wouldn't know this, but I'm not IX. Not anymore. I'm... no longer a member of the Organization.

And I wasn't expecting to encounter a version of you that was.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Who said anything about courtesy?