problem?

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ A new person would probably be shocked, appalled and/or terrified when it came to the first time stepping inside the dressing room, but the woman that just stepped in looked far from the expected look. Infact, she looked curious, amused, pleased to see the new scenario. It wasn't any place she recognized.

That was the best part.

She didn't have weapons in her hands -- at least not yet until a threat appeared, and there were only four names on her list. There were no problems.

Considering she wanted to know what was around, Braig teleported infront of the first door she saw. No knocks, she just opened the door to look inside. What will she see? ]

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[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

[A rather familiar-looking lab set up, with a rather familiar-looking man inside. He's left aside his wrappings, today. He didn't feel much like being "DiZ" you see.

And by the looks of things, he'd been working on a set of notes, before she came in.]

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ Heeeey, the old guy is familiar. The clothing was too, but she was more used to an elderly woman in those clothes, and certainly not the bearded-type of woman. Those belonged to a circus. ]

Master Ansem? [ She stepped inside. Look, no scar, no eyepatch. ]

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

[He's far more used to seeing a man in those clothes, but he has the advantage of time spent in the Dressing Room to help out, and so he simply nods.]

Braig.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ Considering it's Ansem, she doesn't warp for once. Instead, walking closer to get a better look. ]

You know, I don't remember that deep guy voice you've got there. Same with the beard.

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

I could claim the same, in reverse.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

What's going on here, Master?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

This place is what one might call a meeting point of realities. Thus the differences in what you and I know.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ It wasn't hard at all for Braig to understand that. After all, she's a smart one. ] I'm guessing that affects time, too, right?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

Correct. It's quite a place of possibility.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

When were you from, then? A girl's gotta know.

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

From what would be your future.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ Silence for a moment. Even though she was a different Braig than the one Ansem knew, she still had the same curiosity. ]

How long of a difference?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

Years, by your standpoint.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Will there be a paradox if you told me what happened?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

The possibility exists.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Not even a little, Master? It could be a concern in security back at the Garden.

I could fix it if you told me.

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

['A concern in security' would be a mild way of putting it, and he frowns.]

It could also cause more of risk than it would prevent.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Not even a hint?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

You ask too much, Braig. What's been done is nothing I wish to revisit.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ A sigh. ] Does that mean I'll have to deal with it when I go back, then?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

[...God damn you Braig.]

You recall the experiments into the nature of the heart?

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ I am a clever one. ]

Yeah. Even's still running the preliminary tests with Ienzo, last I checked. [ ... at least back in her reality, but maybe they would have similar actions. ]

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

We ought not have even begun. I have seen what our experiments have wrought and it is... truly regrettable.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Who and what caused the problem? It's been pretty smooth so far, Master.

[ She may look concerned, but inside she's pretty much all just as planned. ]

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

The unforeseen by-product. They will destroy our world, left to their own devices.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

What was it?

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

We called them 'Heartless'. Monsters born of the darkness.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ Oho, she's heard of them. Seen them, even -- but usually only when the old hag summoned them, and that was only twice. ]

I'll be sure to tell Even to stop, but I'm betting she'll be a bit pissed.

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

I would trust the risk of bringing our world to ruin would be enough to counter that.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

'Course. I'm just saying that's probably her initial reaction, Master.

[please-stand-up.livejournal.com]

I'll leave it to you to sway her then, in my stead.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[She'll see Nocturne (who looks entirely like a Demyx in a bright Hawaiian shirt) sitting on his bed and tuning his sitar. He looks up when he hears the door open.]

Y'know, most people knock.

[He cocks his head for a moment, trying to figure out why she looks familiar. Without the scars or the, y'know, being a guy part, it might take a while.]

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

It wasn't locked. [ A pause, narrowing her eyes as she pointed towards that shirt. That. Shirt. ]

Nice shirt there, buddy. Was it a bargain?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. I wear it because it makes me look like a stupid tourist. [You'll note that he doesn't say why he wants to look like a stupid tourist.]

Do I know you from somewhere?

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Dude, I shoot stupid tourists. [ She laughs because it's half true -- ]

Mmm, don't think so. I'd have recognized that mullet from anywhere.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, there are still advantages.

Huh. Sorry. It might just be your accent. And that laugh. Seriously, I know I've heard that laugh somewhere. [But the person he associates it with has one eye, way too many scars, and zebra stripes in his hair.]

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

You can keep trying. I still don't know your name. [ Of course that was her asking for his name. ]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Call me Nocturne. Yours?

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Braig.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Give him a moment while he anagramizes that.]

... That's why you seem familiar.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ Just gives him a look all WELL SPILL IT. ]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

I know a male version of you. Only he's older, and kinda beat-up.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ A tilt of her head. ] Say that again? I thought you just said male version, older, and kinda beat-up.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

I did. It's an alternate universe thing. Possibly also the future, but it's hard to say. I seriously can't imagine you scarred up like he is.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

Why not, I don't look tough?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

No, you don't. That's why you're dangerous; people dismiss you until it's too late.

[temptsfate.livejournal.com]

[ She narrowed her eyes at him, still smiling. Good thinking. ]

Then what do I look like?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

To me? I dunno, maybe a tiger. To most people? Probably some sort of flower. They might expect you to have thorns, but probably won't expect you to shoot them in the face if they try something.

[rockbreaker.livejournal.com]

[Well, she opened the door just in time for this guy to nearly walk right into her. Startled for a moment, he stumbled back a step.]

Oh-- Excuse me-- [Then in the next moment, those clothes look awfully familiar, so he's stepping back further with a frown. No, it wasn't him, that is very much a woman standing in front of him..]