lost again, little boy?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Here's a young man that might look familiar to some, wandering the halls with a pensive expression on his face. As he makes his way along ever so slowly he casts a wary glance to his left, and then to his right, repeating this process every so often.

Passing by an open door he peers into a room, starts, and glaps a gloved hand over his face (that's turning scarlet with record timing), hurrying away. He's not sure what those people were just doing and he...doesn't think he wants to know.

So it's back to shuffling along quietly. He rubs a hand over a scarlet brand on the back of his neck that just peeks out over his clothing, huffing out a quiet sigh]

What sort of place is this..?


[ooc: Say hello to your own little bit of ancient history. Keir here's from the days of conflict leading to the Keyblade War. Bit of background's in his userinfo and fellow precanoners are always awesome, just sayin'.

P.S. feel free to be that naughty couple accidentally peeped on]

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[driftic.livejournal.com]

[A little ways to your right and... Calmly eating a banana.]

That's what I was wondering too.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[He starts and- oh, it's that girl from...come to think of it, he doesn't know where she's originally from. But have a small sigh of relief as he remembers to start breathing]

You're here too, Miss Evelyn?

[driftic.livejournal.com]

Indeed I am, Mister Keir. [She finishes the fruit, the peel going up in flames when she's done.]

I'm sorry for not finding you sooner.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[So he'll look a bit surprised and straighten his posture like a proper young man. Shouldn't be slinking around, he realizes this]

I-I didn't mean to inconvenience you.

[darknesswakes.livejournal.com]

[Bored, and lacking a Ven to bother, this guy is going to meld out of the woodwork shortly behind Keir, lazily leaning back against the wall as his portal slipped away.]

Lost?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Have fun watching every muscle in this kid go rigid all at once-

And then he jumps and bring an arm up defensively between this guy and himself, because he can practically smell that darkness.

There's just something downright ominous about it]

Was it not obvious?

[darknesswakes.livejournal.com]

[Entertained by that? Oh yeah, definitely. Not that Keir could see due to the helmet and only seeing his reflection, but Vanitas was now sporting a terrible smirk.]

Some people show up here and know just where they are. [Half shrugs, making no move to push off from his perch; not yet.]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[And Keir doesn't relax even an ounce, though he's uncertain what he'd do if this guy in black is in fact hostile]

Perhaps they've more experience with places such as this, but I do not.

Had to! XD

[lcies-hope.livejournal.com]

[Hope was on his way to the kitchen to get some late night munchies when he saw what looked like a reflection of himself. Curiously, he stepped a bit closer and tilted his head a bit.]

Um...hi?

/o/ PERMISSION TO LAUNCH INTO HOPE-PUNS?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Watch this boy stiffen and just...stare. Can't be a mirror because mirrors don't talk, but what is this?]

H-hello?

Go right ahead!

[lcies-hope.livejournal.com]

[Oh this was so weird....]

Um..my name's Hope, I guess you're new?

[Either that or you're that other boy that he got mistaken for on his arrival.]

Starting with: this post is no longer Hope-less! /shot

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

I...suppose that is the case.

[But here, Hope, have a near mirrow-image bow quite formally just for you. And when he straightens up he tries to stand as tall and proper as a boy of such stature might]

My name is Keir. Good to make your [baffling] acquaintance.

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Hi, have a Heartless.]

That would depend on what you expected to find.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[FLATTENS AGAINST THE NEAREST WALL WHAT IS THAT-

It...appears to be a gentleman with strange hair, so he attempts to force himself to relax]

Preferably an exit?

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[A gentleman who all but reeks of darkness, but yes.]

You will find few here.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, and he can sense that, so he looks more than a little uneasy]

So there is a way out?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Here is a girl. She is beating a Shadow Heartless over the head with a fluffy slipper. The Shadow Heartless, for some reason, is clutching a silky slip in its claws.]

Stop stealing my clothes, you creep!

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Although Keir knows those things are dangerous, he can hardly leave a lady without assistance, so he shuffles over]

Y-you there, give that back-

[Of course, he's a bit dumbfounded when the Shadow immediately drops the garment in question and stares up at him as though it's been scolded]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Kira is quick to snatch up her clothing]

Thanks Rik-- you're not Rikka.

[seasides]

[there's a redhead watching Keir thoughtfully from nearby.]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Keir is actually knocking and waiting for silence in reply before he looks into any more doors, though he looks increasingly befuddled by these surroundings]

[seasides]

Would you like a hand with something?

[he pauses, then offers a smile, should the other actually look his way.]

Or maybe an explanation?

[speeding-light.livejournal.com]

Hey, uh... are you okay there?

[Asks a curious-looking (and probably even more curiously-dressed to his eyes) girl.]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Keir was just glancing about in a hapless manner and rubbing at the back of his neck when he hears that voice, pausing before he drops his hand and turns around]

I'm uninjured, though I seem to be lost.

[speeding-light.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good! - Um, that you're not hurt is good. I'm not sure what I can do about the lost, except, did you just get here? Or is this generally lost?