hole in my head.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[just your ordinary Sora. save for the second-hand clothes, a couple scratches and bruises here and there, and the fact that he's seemingly out cold. at least he's still breathing. make that a gun-brandishing, fully-awake Sora.]

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[13th.livejournal.com]

So many guns.

This is unfair, you know.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[eyes are wild.]

Says you, Roxas.

[13th.livejournal.com]

Says me? I only have these ...

[and those keyblades are summoned forth, dancing with energetic sparks both white and black.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[expression scrunches up with confusion.]

What the hell... this better be some kind of joke.

[13th.livejournal.com]

[crosses the keys over his front, pulling them apart slowly. something about his movement doesn't seem right-- like he's actually moving in slow motion.]

Don't blink.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his eyes are locked open.]

Are you...

[13th.livejournal.com]

Using something I haven't touched in what seems like years.

[steps forward, but the moment he does, he's already behind Sora, snickering. can't go getting himself shot now.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[at first he doesn't sense it, until he feels his balance shift with the presence behind him.]

... what do you want.