♡ If this is one of Ienzo's illusions, the little brat will get it later-

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

 [ there's a tall, blue-haired man, a painful-looking X-shaped scar slashed neatly across the bridge of his nose and cool, calm golden eyes surveying the surrounding area, leaning boredly on his fearsome Claymore as he takes in the area of Radiant Garden, the smooth white cobblestones, the gurgling water fountains with sprays of sparkling water arcing though the air, the bright, vivid flowers patches, and the whole general sense of "holy fuck this is wrong and impossible".

after all, Radiant Garden hadn't looked like this in ten years.

what the heck?! ]

... Lea.

[ hear that, folks? that is the promise of Lea getting the most brutal tongue-whipping of his life for whatever the hell the redheaded idiot did to break the world. because there is no other explanation and he refuses to believe he somehow traveled back in time. it's also a useful way of checking to make sure they didn't get separated like the first time ten years ago. ]

Whatever happened, I blame you.

[ now how the hell can he transfer the latest set of missions to rest of the organization? sometimes it's a wonder they managed without him, and yes, he is a slave-driver like some of them complain, but someone has to make sure the Heartless don't just do what they please. he doesn't want to see anymore devoured like his own world had been.

it's only though years of self-disciple and control that he maintains his even, flat tone of voice as he speaks, confusion easily hidden. ]

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[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

[And here we have at least one familiar face. Whether or not that face is a welcome one... well, that's anyone's guess really.]

Now what did he ever do to deserve that?

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

...

[ ... oh. not someone he's really used to yet. a sigh. then he pinches his nose. at least Braig is something familiar. a troll, true, but he's been in the organization for a while. let's figure the location first, and asking the one-eyed man would be fine since he assumed Braig wouldn't lie. ]

Braig. Where are we?

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

[Braig offers up a grin.]

It's a multidimensional cross-road. Thaaaat just happens to have a facsimile of home in it.

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ congrats, Braig. you're being treated to the very rare sighting of Isa's jaw unhinging slightly, which from him, is the "holy god WFT", jaw scraping the ground in shock from others.

good thing he has that Claymore to lean on for balance. ]

... What.

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

[Braig just tsks at him.]

Might wanna get those ears cleaned out, scarface. Because I thought I was perfectly clear.

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ narrowed-eyed glare is aimed your way in a clear Isa-language for "shut up damnit" before his display of faint shock is pushed to the side and his jaw snaps shut.

okay, okay, he's just been transported away from his original universe into a totally new world. he's perfectly cool. just... needs a moment to adjust. ]

Since I'm going off the assumption this isn't one of your twisted ideas of a prank, Braig, you mean the alternate universe theory, correct?

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

[Glares are nothing new to Braig - although ones from Isa might be, if only for him being still new to the group - so he just ignores it.]

Look at it like this. You and I both know that this? Not what we last saw Radiant Garden look like. So yeah, I'd call the theory pretty proven.

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ the blue-haired man allows his large Claymore to vanish. not surprised at his glaring being ignored. ]

... Agreed. Just wonderful. Is there anyone else from our wo.... universe here?

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The kid's here and I think I saw Ienzo?

['The kid' being Xeha, in this case.]

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

Four of us then? Better then nothing, I suppose.

[ he uneasily crosses his arms across his chest, keeping one wary eye on his surroundings. he's paranoid, but that'll be trained out of him in time. ]

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it'll do for now.

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

... The Heartless. Are they here as well?

[youstillneedme.livejournal.com]

Wellllll, not here here. But yeah, they're around.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Do de do, just out for a stroll, not paying attention to what looks like another Sa-

wait, he just mentioned Lea?
Xeha stops, looks over, tries not to stare. That's not a Saïx outfit. Is that-?]

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ looking around, golden eyes betraying a hint of confusion that a Saïx would never feel or display, trying in vain to recall if maybe Even or Braig slipped any unsavory substances into his dinner last night to make him hallucinate this badly.

Lea. where are you already, if we got separated again for another tens years, you'll be so sorry the next time I find you.

has not noticed his short leader yet. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Damn it, why does everyone have to call him short? Been here a good more-than-a-year and he still gets it, damn time shenanigans. One day he'll catch (back) up to Terra, and then they'll see...

Deciding to risk it on the expression that he's seeing, he pipes up-]

I'm not sure he's here.

cursed lack of good icons

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ because we're all taller then you, small fry sir, and Isa is still sulking a little over Axel being taller in height then him.

his head snaps around at the sudden voice speaking up, a very familiar voice at that-- ]

Xehanort?

[ his relief shows on his impressive, scarred face, and his tight grip on his claymore slackens for a moment. inwardly, he chided himself for letting his guard down enough for the white-haired Keybearer to sneak on him without him noticing. ]

*pat*

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He actually looks a little surprised at getting the full-name treatment. But hell. If this is Isa... he can get away with it no problem. A smile.]

Yeah. It's me.

*grumbles*

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ he's still somewhat new to the group and while he's used to how things work in the organization by now, Isa views Xeha as his superior, and since being rude to his former employer would usually result into someone getting turned into a slug or something equally unpleasant, force of habit.

a small smile turns the corner of his mouth upward in response to Xeha's smile. ]

Good.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Superior? Him? Just a kid thrown into the centre of this mess...]

You're - looking a bit lost. [He gives an awkward little 'heh', and a bit of a shrug.] Did you just get here?

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ you gave him Lea back. for that alone, he own you a debt. ]

... I suppose I am rather lost. [ a thoughtful look, before he idly waves his hand as if to brush the issue away. ] Yes, I just arrived here... wherever 'here' is.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He sighs briefly into his hands, and looks over at Isa, a slight apologetic look on his face.]

This is going to be kind of awkward to explain...

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ puzzled eyebrow raise. ]

Awkward? How so, Xehanort?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

This - isn't a normal type of world. As far as 'normal' goes, at least. [A shrug. Okay, explanations, explanations. He should be used to giving this damn speech by now.] It's kind of a - pocket world, made from copies of bits of others. ... And taking people from them.

[supposedtolie.livejournal.com]

[ if he was Lea, this is where he would say loudly and clearly something along the lines of; "You're pulling my leg", "bullshit", and "what the fuck", but then he glanced at the nearby houses, neat and prim and not a single sigh of the ruin that was Hollow Bastion, what Radiant Garden had become.

it made sense at least. ]

The lack of normalcy was somewhat obvious from the moment I came here.

[ there was Isa's dry sense of humor leaking in. ]