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What .. ah?

I'm not on Death Row?

... I'm not on Death Row!

{ooc; 'sup, newbie here~ make way for a bat-shit killer.}

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Who are you?

Roxas. Wait, let me guess -- your name is Roxas, too.

No. No, you're not me. You silly bitch~

I'm you. A lot of other people are you, too, dumbass.

I have stalkers? A fanclub? How cute! So cute ... [sways.]

Are you drunk or just crazy?

Now that's not polite! And prying into people's lives-- you should be ashamed.

Right, one of the crazies. I suggest you don't push your luck.

Oh? ... enlighten me. I like stories. Tell me what you'd do.

{ooc; aha, that icon 'do not approve' you used. i drew that. :'D and these past 3 icons i've used. useless info!}

I'd crush a few ribs, for starters.

[you have awesome art skills. |D ♥]

For starters? Lame, lame! You're awful and that hurts more than your threats, oh ... I'll call you Kitten.

I don't think so.

Go on, hurt me, kitten. Hurt me.

[oathkeeper and oblivion coalesce in his hands.] Don't know when to stop, do you.

[he doesn't wear baggy pants for nothing. said pantlegs are lifted to reveal a shiny katar strapped to each shin.]

I've got my babies too. What do you call yours? [leisurely unstraps them.]

[doesn't bother to answer -- instead he lunges forward, swinging oblivion in a wide arc aimed at the other Roxas's chest.]

[nimbly bounces aside, but only because he's dropped his cargo. once the key is down, however, he aims to jab his heel directly into his opposite's chest.]

[hoshi-- is knocked to the ground, but maintains a firm grip on the keyblades. he stumbles to his feet and assumes a defensive position with the keys crossed in front of him, waiting for the other's attack.]

Nice. Didn't think you had it in you.

Normally I'm not the type to go hurting myself, but I don't feel like dying right now.

[bends down to pick up his katars, gripping them tightly.]

Who said anything about killing? I'm just interested in seeing you hurt.

And for whose benefit? Are you saying you're going to be a fool and try to get revenge for those bastards I slaughtered? And if not, then why~

[sways, watching him like a predator.]

I don't even know who they are. You rub me the wrong way, that's all.

[keeps a careful eye on him.]

Huh, well sorry~ I don't plan on rubbing you any right way.

[smirks.]

I don't plan on letting you, freak.

Then step off, you're not worth the blood on my hands anyways.

[shrugs like it's no big deal.]