Keeping out more than bedbugs tonight...

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

[The sound of the adhesive peeling off of the backing is unbelievably loud, but necessary. So is taping up the door. Red strips of duct-tape are now lining the cracks of the door, with an extra piece covering the keyhole. It might be a pain to get it open later, but it would at least keep out much worse things. Even though he was blocking off his exit, it would be all worth it in the end.]

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[valgusti.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[If this guy's anything like the last Marluxia she ran into she is going to leave if she gets any more creeped out.]

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He straightened up, stretching his back luxuriantly.]

Keeping the ghosts at bay, dear. The tape keeps them out.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Now you've confused her some. She reaches out and lightly runs her fingers over the door.]

How?

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Hello there, Marluxia. One of your doubles--one in casual clothes and a pink apron--is watching you.] Is there some reason your doing that?

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He's never actually met another one of himself before like this, so it puts him a little off balance, if only for a moment.]

I am creating a barrier to keep the ghosts out. A matter of habit now, I fear. At any rate, it is better to use caution when dealing with such creatures.

[He casts another glance at the apron. He has one like it at home, too.]

You do the cooking as well, I see.

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

I never understood why, myself. [as loathe as he is to admit fault or failure.]

I just works. I think it has something to do with the color, since other kinds of tape get torn down by invaders.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

Ghosts? I wasn't aware that tape could keep them at bay.

[At your other comment he looks down at the apron.] One must know how to cook when they live on their own, yes. Though this one is actualy for use during gardening. [He points out the pocket on the front.] Aside from keeping the dirt off my shirt, it's good for holding the packs of seeds and the like.

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

It seems that red tape is rather effective at it. Other colors, not so.

Ah, I do not live alone, but my companion is a terrible cook, so I took it upon myself to learn.

[He finally gets up off the ground now that the crack under the door is secured.] How long have you been apart from the Organization? I see things worked out rather well for you, all things considered.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Facinating idea, really. Red tape a spirit barrier.] I have to wonder how you came to learn any sort of tape works at all.

Organization? I can't say I know what your talking about.

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

It wasn't my discovery, sadly. I was spirited away from my world some time ago, and one of my neighbors in this strange, infested world made that suggestion. Nothing else seems to work. They enjoy blasheming crosses particularly.

[Here, have a skeptical look, twin.]
You don't remember?
[He tries to think of a diplomatic way to say this without sounding like a loon.]
Have you ever encountered a creature known as a 'Heartless'?

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[It's not that he doesn't remember, it's that for him it never happened.]
I can't say that I have.

He's so bewildered

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He seems a bit puzzled. This man clearly thinks and acts and looks like he does, but isn't tainted by the touch of the Heartless.]

I see... What do you do with your time, then?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She nods and leans against the wall, still peeking in at the tape.]

I see.

I can imagine. lol

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

Do you mean my work or what I do in my free time? If it's the former, I run a flower shop in a place called Traverse Town. Or at least I did before I arrived here.

Gah! Our icons are bewildering me!

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He's encountered people who claim to come from the same world, or the same body, for that matter, but not share the same lives, but this was a little beyond his ken.]
I see... You are from a different Traverse Town than I am familiar with...

XD How so?

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

I would probably have to be, considering.

It's the colors. I mean, it's understandable. We're using the same icons, so the color palatte....

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

((Is going to be the same.))

You'll have to forgive me. I had never imagined that of all of the different people I would meet, that I would meet a Marluxia that had never been bereft of his heart...

So much piiiiiink, right? XD

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

I suppose that means you've lost yours then?

[There are those who have explained the concept to him a bit in the past, but the idea still seems very strange to him.]

That and there are only so many pictures of him that exist...

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

'Lost' always struck me as such a passive word. I believe 'stolen' is a bit better means of description.

[he cants his head, a bit coyly]

You have met other Nobodies, I take it.

True. >.> Took me ages just to find enough....

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

If that is what those without hearts call themselves, then yes. A few. Though it seems most are not too anxious to speak with me. So I can't say I've learned very much about those who no longer possess a heart.

Yeah, I resorted to drawing out some.

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

I am not terribly surprised at that. It is rare to find two that are friendly towards one another.

I noticed that cuz I went and took a peek. ^__^ You did a good job.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

I suppose I can understand why.

[He pauses, ponders something a moment and then poses a question.]

Are you new here or have you been here a while?

thank you!

[petalsofdeath.livejournal.com]

I have not been in the world I came from in some time. Several years. But this... [He gestures] all of this is new.