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[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[A door slams open, and a Larxene stalks through, darkness and electricity crackling around her in anger. They're fading, however; whatever she was angry about is through the door she just exited. Those who can sense it, or hear it, will quickly become aware of the lack of heartbeat. But of course, that's normal for a Nobody, right?

Well, this is not a Nobody. Not in her understanding of the word, at least. She's much better than one of those lowly things, thank you.]


(ooc: ...well uh. Recycled journal, info in profile/journal? As if this place didn't have enough of these.. <<; )

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[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Have a random Demyx. This one with a heart. And a very bad Hawaiian shirt.]

Well, don't you look pleased.

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[The woman stops short; after all, she recognizes him. And he should not have that heart.]

What did you do?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

You seriously think I'm in charge of this place? Didn't know you had such a high opinion of me, Larxene.

[He's under the impression she's blaming him for her being here.]

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

No, idiot, how did you get your heart?

[The way she words it, she certainly sounds like a Nobody. She really means how did he get himself alive again, but she's gotten too used to how the Organization words things.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Oh, that. Not a clue; it apparently developed itself over time. I think it might be spending time with normal people that did it; I didn't stop to think about it until someone who could detect hearts corrected me when I said I didn't have one.

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

Don't be ridiculous, it doesn't work like that.

[What kind of nonsense are you even spewing. Do you hear yourself, Demyx.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so, either, but apparently it can happen. How would you know, anyway? It's not like you were even around when the only one of us to get his heart back did it - and Roxas didn't exactly follow the normal rules.

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

Ugh, what are you talking about? Who the hell is Roxas?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... Okay, you're either earlier in the timeline or from another universe entirely. Or suffering from amnesia, but since you remember me it's probably not that bad.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't even glance up, one hand on the wall for support. there's blood on his shirt even if there doesn't seem to be a wound, and his steps are unsteady. he's just returned from the dead you see, and something like that can take a lot out of you.]

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[Blood... and an heir. She's not sure where she is, but this must be her lucky day~. She saunters right toward him, a smile gracing her lips.]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[he stops when he sees someone coming toward him, his eyes slowly lifting from the ground to first watch her feet coming closer, up toward the knees, up more-- well, shit. he just looks weary when he sees who it is, not looking forward to a fight so soon.]

Can I help you?

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

Maybe~. What's your name?

[Getting closer, she senses something off about him. For some reason, she gets the feeling he's not who the Organization was after... yet he looks just like him.]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

Sora.

[he backs up a little, not offering more than that. how can she not know his name?]

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

Sora.

[She taps her chin thoughtfully.]

Now, I know I've heard that name before! I don't suppose you would know why that is, Sora?

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

Maybe you've met the one from your world. I wouldn't know.

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

No, no, I'm certain I haven't. I'd remember that hair.

[It's hideous. She feels like she's looking at a victim of a lightning strike with the way it sticks out everywhere.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Hi bb, what do you think of yourself with a heart? Not to mention a small child trailing after her.]

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, it's like looking into what could have been her future, had she not gone and gotten killed. At the moment, she's quite happy to think it's just an illusion.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Even when the illusion stops to wave at you?]

Let me guess. You just got here?

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

That would depend on where "here" is.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

The dressing room. It's a stupid name. You might as well call it Hell instead.

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

I doubt it.

[That she'll be calling it Hell. She knows better than that.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm speaking from experience here.

[Akane clings to her mother's leg, a bit shy today. Or maybe she can tell something's off about this other Mommy.]

[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[She laughs rather shrilly, leering down at the child as though looking at a particularly tasty meal.]

You've got a poor idea of Hell, in that case.