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[thundagun]

[ Oh shit, it's Larx. Or actually, it isn't. Not the one most people are familiar with. It's his much older, future self, hanging out on the roof of the elevator in the apartments, where he can't be seen or sensed until it's too late. He's just waiting for random passerby to harass, maybe kill, maybe gut and hang from their own intestines down the fronts of buildings... It's been a long time since he's had any fun around here, between how dull this current timeline is and the people in it. He's looking for some good fun or some good bait. But he's not picky, and he's terribly patient. ]

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[thundagun]

[Sorry, no. The elevator lurches once, then drops as though the cables holding it way up this high have been cut.]

[frisbeeoflight]

[falls on the floor. dammit why was this heart-wrenching panic becoming a familiar feeling these days?!]

[his Keyblade appears, so he holds it tightly, trying to remember how to do that armor thing. Damn amnesia.]