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[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[ Someone would like it if she could stop going into stasis, or being put to sleep, or whatever this place keeps doing to her. Losing months at a time, repeatedly, is starting to get on her nerves. Not that there's ever much to catch up on in this place, for her, but the disadvantage is still that. A disadvantage.

Saïx is sitting cross-legged in this room, in that room; the meeting place for what once led to discussions of a very successful plan, or what seemed to be. The place where nothings gathered. ]

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[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[ she finds the different chair heights interesting. ]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[She would.]

The better question is why?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

There isn't anything else to do at the moment.

[ unless she feels like building an army of Soras, which she doesn't. the Marluxia she met seems to have disappeared, anyway. ]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[Saïx would laugh herself silly at that thought.]

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[ she knows her place, but her place has nothing to do with Saix; don't mind her if she seems to be for the most part ignoring her present company. ]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[Ah, but what if she does mind? A few moments later and she's reaching up to remove her hood, leaning forward in the chair to look at her better.]

How long do you intend to wander?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

In here, or at all?

[ she doesn't look up when answering, peering around a chair instead. ]