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[There's a rather petite girl wandering the halls, humming softly to herself while carrying a basket of fruit. She doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry, as she's poking her head into different rooms along the way.]

Curiouser and curiouser... My, what an interesting world I've stumbled onto.

[ooc: Pre-canon, from the days prior to the Keyblade War! I don't have much info on her yet, but she's from the same timeline as

guiltybreak! Feel free to be one of the folks she's walked in on.]

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Oh? And how did it go?

There are a few I can't quite recall how to complete properly.

I see. Is there any way I can help?

Are you familiar with such things?

Mm, I can't say my knowledge of them is abundant, but I am somewhat familiar with them.

In that case...

[Shuffles through papers again before offering one to her]

Do you recognize this one?

... Ah, that's the one you often use, yes? To keep them at bay.

[He nods once]

Yes, I learned this one first.

But this is not the one you are currently having trouble with, yes?

I'm having difficulty replicating the central portion.

[Rather, he can't see it on the back of his neck :|]

I see. Perhaps I can help with that, then. [Places her basket on the floor]

If you don't mind, I could draw it out for you. I imagine it must be hard when one cannot see his own neck.

If you do not mind, I would appreciate it. In time I'm sure I will manage, however...

[He sighs quietly and rubs at the back of his neck again]

I am concerned that it is wearing off more quickly than usual in this place.

If I did, I would not have offered, Keir. [Gonna take a pen and a piece of parchment, going behind him and examining the glyph before drawing it.]

Are you? What made you come to that conclusion?

[For his part, Keir stays still so as not to give her more work]

I can...sense them. People inside of other people, in this place.

[Don't mind her using your back as a writing surface~.]

People inside of other people... hm. Like a bastard's idea of a fine Christmas present.

I...suppose. It is not something I understand.

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