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[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

[if you're out walking, now, you might find a small slip of a room where one wasn't before - you might catch the smell of coffee, a restless rustle of pages, the sigh of paper sliding on paper.

A Zexion has arrived, and promptly started to parse his surroundings. Sorting smells, identifying known allies and enemies, finally venturing to put himself out a bit and actually talk to people, here and there.

He's folding up an origami paopu fruit with a piece of yellow paper on the table in front of him, a steaming mug of coffee with cream and just a touch of sugar sitting to the side, a coaster beneath it of course so moisture rings won't be left on the table. there's another mug across from him, empty so far, waiting to be sweetened to taste...

he's fresh out of sirenspull for the moment too, but he likely won't be breathing a word about that to anyone.]

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[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[hello, familiar face and familiar scent. he'll lean against the doorway to the room, watching him.]

Stuck here too?

scream hello❤

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ There was the sound of paper being flicked from the ceiling -- from the ceiling. A paper crane glided downward, landing right beside that extra mug.

If Zexion looked up, he'd find Xigbar. She just smirked, waving with four fingers. ]

*waves* ^__^ Hey~! It's you~!

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[You've got a curious Demyx peeking in at you. He doesn't see many Zexion's around other than the one from his world.]

oh hai. :3c

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

[he glances up politely, eyebrows rising a bit.]

Hello, Demyx.

hello yourself! 8D

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

[he does look up! and raises an eyebrow there, smirking somewhat.]

Well met, Xigbar - I suppose.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Not stuck. [he looks up and raises an eyebrow.]

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Mmhm. Like I'd believe that.

[he crosses the room towards him.]

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

"Stuck", Riku, is a state of mind.

[flip flip the paper, and as Riku approaches, he holds up the little faux paopu for him.]

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

And a state of body.

[he takes it gingerly, looking at it.]

Nice job.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Mind over matter, as they say. [he sits back, sips his coffee.] Sit if you like.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[he sits, taking a careful smell of the air.]

You smell like the Darkness, Minas.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Generally I do.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

I knew that was you. I know your smell anywhere.

[not that it's hard not to memorize it, and the other Organization member's, after months of being around them.]

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Such excellent progress you've made, Riku.

Coffee?

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and gives a little wave.] Hey.

[He looks at the origami paupu, coming a bit closer for a better look.] Whatcha doing?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not. Milk, no sugar.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

[flip flip. he finishes the little faux fruit and holds it up for inspection.]

Origami. They have all kinds of clever things to make.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you'd better pour your own to taste.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Lazy.

[but he makes his own cup for himself.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[He takes it and turns it over in his hands a few times--very easy to impress sometimes.] Pretty cool. Can you show me how you do it?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

If you prefer to think of it that way...

[pulling out another sheet of origami paper.]

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[he sips his drink and settles back.]

Since when did you know origami?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Is it so surprising? [folding a frog, now.]

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

No, not really. Master of pages, right?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Oh, I suppose I probably could, if you were inclined to learn. It's simple enough, at least for the smaller designs.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

That's right. [finishes the frog, and sets it facing Riku.]

It's possible to make incredible things with a simple piece of paper, you know.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[he raises an eyebrow.]

Mm, like illusions.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

A frog, a deer, a dragon... a page full of words, words forced from the page, given life. Yes, that is correct.

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[He sets the origami paupu on the table and takes a seat accross from you, watching and waiting.] Okay, I'm paying attention.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

How flattering for you.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

We can start with a crane, I suppose... there's a story to go with them that I don't suppose you've heard.

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

Can't say that I have.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Books have their own power.

Have you heard the story about what happens when you fold a thousand paper cranes?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She decided to take a seat, dropping down from the ceiling and right across said table. The second cup seemed lonely.

Crossing her legs, letting gravity fold itself so that she'd have a makeshift chair made entirely out of nothing -- ] You suppose?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

If you fold a thousand paper cranes, a miracle will happen.

A Zexion! Don't see those every day :o

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's interesting, in more ways than one. This guy looks veeeery familiar, so Ventus here is peeking around the corner. He'd say something, but he'd rather not interrupt Zexion while he's hard at work.]