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[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it's a rare sight to see a handful of Assassins in the dressing room-- they're discreetly investigating all over, while their hooded instigator watches from the corner.]

[someone might be up to trouble.]

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[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Aww dude, I lost again!

[He was on his knees with his arms propped up on the controls of a Pac-man game in the arcade room. Going on a new record of losing twenty seven times....Great.]

Come on, come on. Stupid blue guy...

[His stuck flicked in concentration, toggling with the stick handle a few times.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[nooot really what he was expecting, but that doesn't stop Axel from portaling on in and leering.]

Don't tell me you're wasting munny on that.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

HOLY ANSEM!
[He practically smacked his head against the machine from the voice behind him, startled much? The screen on the game read 'Game Over', 'Try Again?' His jaw dropped, his bit his bottom lip holding back an anguished yell.]

Man, now it's twenty eight!

[He turned around to stare up at the guy who messed up his game, only to be faced with a figure in a cloak.]

Whoa dude, nice trench coat.

[Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a sheepish laugh from the comment.]

Well, it's a fun game and I'd at least like to win once. Besides, better wasting it on a game then anything else.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[the lack of recognition's enough of an indicator. he's not no. IX, but that's no cause to not fool around.]

Looks a little ancient to me.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Notices said assassins, and she could only grin a certain grin that said 'I'm interested'. ]

What're you up to, huh?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

That's for me to know, and you to not find out.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Aw, Red. You're making me excited already!

[ It was then a Sniper Nobody appeared by her side. She gives it a small pat. ]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Hee-y, this is for reconnaissance. Reconnaissance!

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Our world!Roxas prickles defensively. Because as covert, incognito and supposedly discreet his minions may be; figures donning sinister hooded cloaks dont exactly blend well with the scenery. (Unless you own a Sith Lord bedroom set.) Nor do they bode well for things....uh, ever.

Sure, everyone and their Grandma Betsy had a pair of the oh-so-trendy Organization garb. ( Did Target have a sale or what? ) But everything seemed hunky-dory until someone decided to flip the cap over their face. I mean, Instant!Anonymity kind of was a red flag for 'Bad Guy'. People should know this from any comic book-in the history of ever.

Because honestly, when do you ever hear the lady at the checkout counter go "And the nice black-hooded man pulled the baby from the wreckage, ran across the street to stop a robbery and then gave all his lottery winnings to a battered woman's shelter? Noooot happening~.

All in all. Call him paranoid if you wanna, but that's just too much a villain's tell-tale trademark to pass up having an anxiety attack over.....and wishing you'd taken Karate instead of 'Expanding your mind with Yoga!' as your high school P.E class. ]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it's definitely enough due cause for one of those Assassins to squirm on over, wiggling happily at him.]

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Goes still a moment, possibly contemplating how to 'Exit Stage Right' without winding up viewing a "This was your life, Roxas!" fast-forward view of every dull moment of his existance. Really doesn't care to die right now. There are important things left to do....like- um. Yeah, he'll get back to you on that one.

Plays along for now, pretty much ignoring said assassin as if it was no consequence. If you act like you're supposed to mingle with someone...then you're treated like you are.

...Unless they can smell your fear. Then you're fucked.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[all it does is stare, after which it'll slither away to share its findings, all while Axel cracks up.]

[they aren't the results he's wanting, but it's entertaining all the same.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[but some of these Nobodies have minds of their own, and it shouldn't be a surprise when another lone one wiggles right up to the boy.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Hm. What were your orders?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it sways, recognizing some semblance of familiarity. there wouldn't be any complications if it went on, right?]

[nisemono.livejournal.com]

...?

[curious replica is curious.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[uh-oh, a complication.]

[this Assassin's mindful of all its pointy bits, just leaning up fondly against the replica's leg. like master, like minion, apparently.]

[nisemono.livejournal.com]

[smirks, petting its head.]

Mind telling me where the big boss is?

[deceptioning.livejournal.com]

Uhh... [curious sora is definitely curious]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[as is this Assassin, rearing up to get a gooood look.]

[deceptioning.livejournal.com]

... [blinks] Umm...

[sketchy-heart.livejournal.com]

Well, this doesn't look good...

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it could be worse, when all they're doing is sniffing around.]

[sketchy-heart.livejournal.com]

[looks at them with a slight frown] Why are they here...?