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[ sometimes, there are nobodies without orders. and sometimes, they just need to be normal again, to ~~feel~~ look the part of what they were, what they used to be.

most of the closets in this hall (including your bedrooms) have been raided. there are Dusks wearing socks and Dancers in skirts; Assassins with hats and belts and slippers on the edge of their toes; Creepers walking on their hands, gloves on their feet; Sorcerers hovering over piles of clothing possessively, hoarding a collection.

you might even recognize some of your favorite clothes on one. a Samurai, a Sniper... who knows? ]

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*he's stepping out of his shower to get dressed, and noticing immediately that his clothes are gone; even worse, his rings are nowhere to be seen*

... huh?

[the Dancers skating around think you have good taste, Sora.]

Sheesh, at least wait until I put clothes on.

*he's wrapping his towel around his waist, vaguely wondering why the Dancers aren't making more aggressive attempts to attack him -- it's been a hot minute since he fought a Nobody*

Now, gimme my rings!

[mostly? because there isn't much of a point, with their liege(s) not providing them with orders. they can't do it on their own.

... (http://www.halolz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/halolz-dot-com-nope.avi.gif)

escape time? escape time. off they go! it's amazing they're not tripping over your shirt.]

HEY! Those are important!

*he makes an annoyed noise and takes off in the hall, towel and all!*

[important and shiny. they have nothing on which to put them, but they know they're important, and special, and that's good enough. two Dancers may start passing them back and forth between them as they skate.]

*he really, really doesn't want to have to waste some Dancers just because they stole his rings, so they Keyblade isn't coming out just yet -- he's miraculously holding that towel on those slender hips as he chases the Dancers, finally closing in on them*

Give 'em back! I'll trade you something else if you wanna feel pretty!

[they stop fleeing only to skate circles around Sora, looking... well, looking nothing whatsoever, because they have nothing along the lines of expression. but they've stopped running, which means their intrigued? pretty? they haven't been called that in a long time.]

T-that's right! I'll make sure you look beautiful! All you have to do is... is give me my rings back. They're from people who are... really important to me.

*he casts a sidelong glance at a nearby walk-in closet -- is it time to give sum Nobodies a makeover?*

[once they've all stopped moving completely, they'll advance on Sora, crowding around him like a mob.]

*he's very confused about that, but takes the opportunity to locate which one has the rings, and makes a pretty spot-on grab for them -- DOES HE SUCCEED?!*

[He is simply... watching all the raiding. These things are odd.]

[Get back here, Dragoon, that's not your skirt. B|]

What do you even need clothes for?

[it is a successful grab; if victory music is what he wants, the dressing room can probably provide. meanwhile, the Dancers will start pushing, shoving, guiding him down the hall. make them pretty, Sora.]

[oh yes it is. but, being a Dragoon in a skirt, it's having a bit of a problem keeping flight.]

[quite. there are Creepers going for his ankles.]

What are you doing?

[Yes, he's talking to them. Why not?]

[because they can't talk back, that's why not. not these.

they're trying to climb up his legs.]

[It's not like he'd know that. But he's going to shake one of his legs to disrupt any climbing.]

Stop that.

[they swing and stretch and frantically climb up, trying to latch on tighter.]

[ This was not what he expected when he was investigating. This was complete and utter foolishness, and it was to be corrected or sent to darkness. It is their choice to listen or be punished.

He snapped his fingers to gain their attention. That was all he needed for it, wasn't it? It may just require a thought, but sound was ever so helpful to gain the attention of the distracted. ]

*oh, he can go without victoly music; he goes where he is pushed, but stops in front of a closet that is full of dancewear and gowns*

Okay, okay! Stop! I can only do one of you at a time, okay?

[What the fuck are you guys even doing. He frowns deeply, but doesn't try to shake them off anymore.]

What do you want?

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