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[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[ Well. Here's someone that several people should recognize, mostly those with Keys or a little more darkness than the general population finds comfortable. Or perhaps none at all, if you're of that variety. Even if you don't recognize her, she probably sticks out. It's a big trait of hers, you see. But when you have virtually no doubles in this place, it doesn't matter how average, or pretty, or odd you are.

Five minutes ago she had been walking through the castle library, as evident by the book held mere inches from her face. She reaches up without breaking her gaze as if to grab another, her hand groping at the air for several seconds before she tears her eyes from the worn pages of the book to look around. This is not the castle library. In fact, she doesn't recognize where she is at all, and last time that happened it was very much not a good thing. The surge of panic that runs through Belle can be heard in her voice. ]

...Hello? Is anyone there?

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[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

I take it you've found yourself lost?

[Turn around and you'll see Marluxia here. He's dressed in completely casual clothes--just a t-shirt and jeans. He's pretty much as harmless as his appearance suggests.]

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[She does whirl to face him when he speaks, startled even if he does appear harmless.]

Oh, I... I suppose I have.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

Your in the dressing room. I haven't the faintest idea why they call it that, but you could say it's a sort of... collection of worlds.

[He pauses, gives a smile and holds out his hand.] My name is Marluxia, by the way.

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

I see. Marluxia, then. I'm Belle.

[Her smile, though mostly born from polite nature, is genuine when she takes his hand. But it doesn't last long.]

So that means I'm on another world... again.

[skybright]

[I- y- wh-

yeah, she's staring.]

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[Don't be rude, Sora. It takes Belle a moment of looking around before she senses someone else there, but once she catches sight of Sora she's positively beaming.]

Sora! Am I glad to see you.

[skybright]

[but. but. HOW CAN SHE NOT STARE? IF THIS IS WHO SHE THINKS IT IS...]

Um. Do I... know you?

[why yes, Sora is sounding awfully similar to a fifteen/sixteen year old girl today.]

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[That makes her pause in her step - she was already approaching 'him', and tilt her head as if she's scrutinizing Sora. Her eyes widen, and a hand goes over her mouth. Hesitantly, she tries again.]

Sora? That.... is you, isn't it?

[quakega]

Hello? [Friendly male voice behind you, Belle. Should you turn, you'll see a curious-looking Terra.] You look a little lost. I take it you're new here?

[Aside from the silly pants, he's rather friendly looking.]

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[She almost drops her book she's so startled, turning quickly to look at him. He does look friendly enough, but Belle knows better than to judge by appearance alone. She starts to back away immediately, holding her book up to her chest.]

Well, yes. But that depends. Where is here?

[quakega]

[ffff---aww, Belle, he didn't mean to scare you. Instant remorse.] I'm sorry--I didn't mean to frighten you. [So, not moving any closer.] I'm Terra.

[Bell, he can feel that Light coming from you, so he knows you're perfectly safe. Another reason he feels bad for scaring you.] From what I've heard, it's called the dressing room, though no one really knows why.

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[The last time she was taken from the castle, she ended up with her Heart stolen from her body with the intention of being used to obtain power. She's a little wary about strangers at this point. But he does seem nice enough, so her expression softens.]

It's alright... My name's Belle. May I ask where I am? This 'dressing room', you called it?

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

No one.

[...It's technically true.]

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. She recognizes that voice, can still hear it distantly in her memory, but... it's impossible.]

You!

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

Me.

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

But... you're supposed to be gone. They destroyed you!

[Didn't they?]

/does this one tag before library stuff

[brokehiscrown.livejournal.com]

[ He could recognize that heart filled with light a mile away.

It's only been a handful of days, and Xaldin had already seen what this place — the dressing room, was it — can do. He's seen the many faces, the puppets and a few of the strange rooms the new world had to offer. The difference of those experience and this one is simple: The lancer hadn't seen nor sensed a Princess of Heart in the longest.

He doesn't come out of the shadows. ] Careful now, Belle. You'll wake the spirits.

aaaa nooo etc.

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[He can't possibly imagine the horror just hearing him speak gives her.]

No! You're not supposed to be here!

[When she can't find him by looking, she starts to back into a corner, because she doesn't want to be caught from behind a second time.]

:3c

[brokehiscrown.livejournal.com]

[ He can't, and that's why he'll just look at her face to see it for himself. ]

As if you belong here yourself. Look around, you're no longer his prisoner.

[ The wind blew a cold breeze, in which he made his words flow alongside it so it can pass by her ears. No, he's still not showing himself. ]

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

Princess!

*Sora's seen you, and is hurrying over with a smile*

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[Someone she absolutely recognizes who is not an enemy? Belle's smile at that is absolutely radiant.]

Sora!

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*Princesses have such pretty smiles C: he bows to you to show respect, but you know Soras are casual at best sometimes, and he's going to clasp your hand in greeting*

Did you just get here?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Isn't that the girl from her home world the higher-ups were interested in?]

Maybe if you'd look up for a minute you'd know.

[elbowpower.livejournal.com]

[Is it? Belle jumps at the voice, turning to look at Larxene warily.]

I'm sorry, I... This isn't where I was a moment ago.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

It happens.