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[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[there used to be a room filled with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, angled in all directions -- a hall of mirrors, if you will. too bad every one of them's been smashed to pieces. none of the shards reflect the vampire sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all.]

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[forgotten-oath.livejournal.com]

...what the hell happened?

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

What makes you think something happened?

[flops backwards, not really caring about all the sharp edges cutting into his arms and back.]

[forgotten-oath.livejournal.com]

[Steps up and picks up one of the shards, turning it over in his hands.]

I don't know. Maybe the broken mirrors?

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(Roxas in his twenties with golden eyes stares, wide-eyed. he hasn't done much looking around)

You!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I just didn't feel like looking at them.

[wow, even his lying skills are impaired today.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Me!

[forgotten-oath.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's really original.

[Looks down at him.]

...isn't that hurting you?

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(he glares, then yells)

You're the reason I'm stuck here! You're the reason I look like this!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Hurting me? No, why would you that laying on top of a bunch of broken glass would hurt?

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[just laughs.]

Really? That's a new one. Normally people just say 'help! help! somebody save me!'

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(glare.)

Just change what you did to me! I'm sick of looking like whoever 'Roxas' is!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Aw, is the poor little boy having an identity crisis~?

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

No! You made me look like this, I know you did.

((considering the fact that his world's Axel is the equivalent of the Devil, the conversation would probably go exactly the same way... XD))

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

It's too bad that I really don't give a shit about you or what you look like.

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(jkdhfklsh-GAR. JERK. he can't find the words to say, just glares)

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[grins toothily, fangs exposed.]

[forgotten-oath.livejournal.com]

Because it...does?

[Cuts his thumb with the shard in his hand, wincing briefly.]

See?

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(what the heck?!)

What are you!?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[walks in, eyes taking in the damage]

Temper temper~

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[there's a growl vibrating in his throat, but he cuts it off before it becomes too noticeable.]

No, actually. Come a little closer.

[said the spider to the fly.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I know. It was so hard to keep myself from going on a killing spree.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I'm the guy that you really shouldn't piss off.

[forgotten-oath.livejournal.com]

[Walks up to him, to show him his thumb, with just a bit of blood sliding down.]

See?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Sounds like someone needs anger management classes.

[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(and all that anger is replaced with fear, he backs up, staring)