& i never wanted anything from you, except everything you had & what was left after that too

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[ suddenly, white smoke billows out into the hallway from a closing door, almost slammed shut behind Marluxia. Irritated? Perhaps. But. it might be hard to gauge her expression, given that the lower half of her face is obscured by a surgical mask, perfectly white and clean. And if that wasn't unusual enough, a long lab coat flutters open over more ordinary clothes, though in shades of black.

The sole indication that this might, might be a costume forced on her by the dressing room are those white latex gloves she's adjusting as she walks, with bright smears of red on the fingertips. ]

( ooc: spoiler—there are special effects to this costume ♥ )

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[One of your male doubles is just out for a stroll and has stopped to look. This one's in casual clothes, just jeans and a T-shirt. And it's his first time coming face-to-face with one of his own doubles.]

Ah... Hello.

1/2

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[ Marluxia wasn't the only one forced in a costume by the dressing room. Again. She remembered the last time it forced them in outfits, and neither of them were enjoying it.

Suffice to say, the sniper wasn't happy with her current look (http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc331/GAtakito_album/Umineko%20no%20Naku%20Koro%20ni/Siesta00.jpg). The bunny parts were overkill, and she couldn't find those certain vampires for a little snack either. Even with the supposed sunny disposition the clothes gave her, she was still paler than usual.

It wasn't hard to notice the assassin from afar, either. See, the hair gave it away. The question is: Grasshopper, is that you? ]

chrome ate my reply ;o;

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[ Xigbar decided to check for herself. If it's the woman she expected, perfect. If it's someone else, that's fine too.

As much as she wanted to look for Luxord, she couldn't resist a little meet and greet with one of her favorite people. Marluxia was on that list, and so was Xaldin.

There, she slapped the back of the woman's shoulder in a fashionable manner. ] Did someone have a snack?

[ She sure would like one. Of course, this is the part where she waits for a quip out of the other. It's to be expected when one wore bunny ears with matching bunny cotton puff tail. ]

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[ she stops... but she only gives this other Marluxia a look, a raised eyebrow, as if asking him what he wants. She's seen a few (mostly male) doubles of herself around, enough to get used to them, Organization coats or not.

Yet... even if there were as many of "her" as there were those Keyblade masters, surely a "hello" back wouldn't be wasted breath, right...? ]

yep all your browers hate you :(

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[ STOP SLAPPING ME ON THE BACK WTF Marluxia almost jerks away from that, but since it wouldn't do to lose face in front of Xigbar now of all times, she simply stops walking and turns around to face the other woman.

Even with just her eyes, her derision is quite visible. That would be a "no," ma'am. ]

1/2; SOB

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[ no. ]

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[ She raised a hand, using a finger to point from the woman's shoes up to her hair several times. After that, she circled said finger to point to the bloody hand. ]

I totally missed some fun then, right?

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[ :(

her chin tilts up a little, and she makes an exaggeratedly elegant gesture to the door that was just shut. Please, feel free to check out what's in there. ]

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[ She looked over towards the door for a moment, and then back at her. ]

What, cat got your tongue?

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[ she shrugs, lifting a hand in an incredibly vague motion that probably does not answer that question in the slightest.

But unfortunately, it's exactly something like that. You see, even if she were willing to tell Xigbar the details, she couldn't—on account of that mask over the lower half of that face. As for removing it, well...

the blood on her fingertips is a vivid reminder of why she shouldn't, at least until this blasted holiday ends. Above all of her qualities, Marluxia is without out a doubt self-preserving. ]

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Then you can tell me what's in the room, or did you turn mute?

[ She's waiting... waiting... ]