with no particular rhyme or reason;

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[Here's an Axel, lounging on a sofa in the library with a book. Though the observant might notice he's not actually reading, judging by how his eyes seem to have a far-off look despite being fixed on the words.

And how he's been on the same page for the past ten minutes.]

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[ooc: I imagine the library to be fancy and have a second-level balcony. With, say, a round staircase?]

[sitting up in an armchair, between a few bookshelves]
[he's on the balcony with two Dancer nobodies- has had his sitar across his lap for a while now, watching Axel]

... [stoic expression, looks down and starts to play a quiet tune, the nobodies gently sway with it]

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[the music fades into the faint background chatter outside. Axel's too lost in his own thoughts to notice.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow]

[mutters to one of the Dancers] That's odd, I thought he'd surely notice it. [the Dancer doesn't seem to really acknowledge him]

[peers through the bars of the railing, wonders if he's asleep]

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[nope, he's wide awake - as much as he'd like to sleep and forget. But sleep only brings dreams, and he doesn't want to be somewhere where he can't control what's going on. Not that it matters; the situation's beyond his grasp right now.

Still doesn't notice his stalker Demyx up there. Almost mechanically, he turns a page. Doesn't get any comprehension out of the words there either.]

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[stops playing, stands up and walks over to the railing - something's not right with him.]

[leans his sitar against the banister] Hey. Axel. [Nope, couldn't keep quiet for long.]

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[and gets pulled out of his contemplation by the voice. Demyx's voice. Not Roxas. He looks up with a very valiant attempt at a smile.]

Oh. Hey. How long've you been there?

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[and that attempt at a smile gets answered with a big, genuine I'm-so-happy-to-see-you smile]

Only a couple minutes. [the Dancers behind him jump over the railing and sway in front of Axel] Hey, down guys! No. [snaps fingers and points to the corner of the library, they follow his finger and sway in an idle stance]

[plays a quick scale on his sitar as he heads down the stairs] What's goin' on?

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[Typical Demyx. Summons a couple of Assassins just for the hell of it and sends them to go interact with the Dancers. It'll make it look like he's actually as casual as he sounds.]

Nothing.

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[watches the Assassins go, the Dancers walk around them, inspecting them from all sides, eventually back down]

[looks back to Axel] Well you seem pretty down... [sits in the chair across from him, starts to play the same quiet tune again]

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[the Assassins start prowling around the library. Almost as if they were on edge.]

No hearts, remember?

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[frowns, watching his playing] Oh not that again.

[realizes he just doesn't want to talk about it, wonders if it's something to do with him and gets a little scared, fingers move faster]

[doesn't say anything, glances up at him after a long silence and looks back down]

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[No hearts. No emotions. For once he wishes it's as true as Xemnas and all the others make it out to be. But it isn't. The hollowness he's feeling has nothing to do with the lack of a heart. After a long silence interrupted only Demyx's playing (the music getting increasingly faster, he notices), he speaks:]

You haven't seen Roxas around, have you?

[destinydusk.livejournal.com]

[He gotten a chance to look about the place, but then stumbles upon the library. Now entering, he pauses as he sees the 2 nobodies what were VIII and IX. Great, and their minions too. He enters nonchalantly and sticks to the side, looking and watching the 2, but keeping an eye on the assassins and dancers..]

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[Said VIII doesn't acknowledge Riku's presence. But have an Assassin sliding up to you, apparently curious.]

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[Inch-Inch...Then pauses and freezes as an Assassin comes up very curious..almost playful? Not really in the fight mood. Swallowing, He forces a slight grin.]

"H-Hey there Fella..see something you like?"

[He stops and looks as calm as possible, his hand twitching to wanting TO call upon his weapon but keeps himself in check for now.]

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[The Nobody just paces around the boy, watching him all the while.]

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"Yeah...that I am.."

[He was amazed for the fact that he didn't think that the minions could have such conscious thought! Well that was something to think about fo any further entanglements with them]

"But, My Friend isn't here at the moment sadly...What else do you know? Seems your Master is pretty out of it"

lol wrong icon

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[the Assassin shifts to look at Axel, and then it focuses its attention back to Riku.]

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"I see, Well then..perhaps its time you and I found out eh?"

[With that, Cautiously, Riku decides to make his way toward the nobody, until right next to the couch, leaning against his casually.]

"Munny for your Thoughts, Number VIII?"

[He wasn't sure to go and try such informal terms with him just yet.]

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[glances at]

D'you actually have munny with you?

Be back later--work -gag-

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"All depends if its worth the munny.."

[Grins lightly]

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Eh. Why go through the effort? I could just have my Assassins rob you.

[and at that, the Assassins suddenly stop what they're doing and look at Riku.]

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[watching this unfold, grinning]

[the Dancers seem well aware of what's unfolding with Riku, they stare attentively from behind the Assassins and move their lanky limbs along with the haunting tune that Demyx is playing]

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[Watching how the minions were now alert in the sense of such 'fun' he supposed from them, and now from The Nocturne's Dancers? Great.]

"I didn't come here to fight, unless you feel I must get a workout before you telling me anything. Like a bet of sorts of Munny of thought. Might be nice to see if I can still fight in this place, if you want some 'entertainment' as it were, hm?"

[Riku sits up more against the couch, eying the two organization members and their minions in a more narrowed gaze.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

You're assuming I'm gonna tell you anything in the first place, kid.