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[is in the garden, walking along the paths and basically just taking advantage of the peace offered here. Every so often, he pauses to tend to some of the flowers. Someone has to do it, though it's more due to his special affinity than a sense of obligation.]

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[sitting in the grass and working on a daisy chain again, completely oblivious to the world.]

[tending to some moonglows.]

[this place certainly has no shortage of witches. The sketchbook gets a brief glance, and then Marluxia is back to checking the growth of some irises nearby.]

Naminé. What a pleasant surprise to see you here.

[jumps, but mostly because she had no idea he was there]

... My name's Selene, not Naminé.

[Now that merits some attention. A Riku tending flowers...and with a collar and leash?]

I was under the impression Rikus were not into these sorts of things.

Oh? How interesting. You look almost exactly like her.

Weapons take on the appearance of their wielder.

[absentmindedly, paying more attention to the daisy chain than him. considering who exactly her wielder is, it might be a good thing she doesn't remember much]

[a faint smirk.]

You are her sketchbook, then?

That's me.

[a ridiculously naive one, at that.]

[blinks, righting himself and looking at him.]

What's wrong with tending flowers? Weren't you just doing it?

Are all the weapons from your world capable of such sentience?

If we need to be, we are. No one's really sure how it works, but it does.

Nothing, of course. It is even somewhat enjoyable. But you could say it is a far more common sight to see me among the flowers than you or one of your duplicates.

[irises, now roses. Whoever designed this garden has a taste for the unusual. The flowers seem to stir gently underneath his touch, as if pleased.]

And you are subject entirely to the whims of your wielder?

[still only interested in those daisies.]

Well, yeah. That's our purpose.

[he just shrugs.]

There are people here who are different from each other, so I'm obviously nothing like the one you know.

[although he has a bad feeling this is the Marluxia he knows.]

But are you able to follow a new wielder if you lose your current one?

[hasn't paid much attention to the influx of weapons a week ago.]

Yeah, we can. Most of us who're here have temporary wielders.

[a-a little smug that she's the only one who's found her real wielder]

Clearly. [his eyes linger on the collar and leash. And then he turns his attention to a patch of late-blooming narcissi. What few still closed buds there are on the plant open at his touch.]

A favorable distinction, in your case.

[useful information. He files that away in his mind.]

I should like to meet your wielder, if she is as kindly as you.

[oh, if he only knew who it was.]

[that lingering has him nervous. too many people have taken advantage of it, but he'd be pissed if he took it off. he pulls a little back as he watches them bloom. aha, so he was right.]

... nice power.

Mm. These flowers were supposed to bloom near the beginning of spring.

I'll let her know when I see her? She's the Naminé who's in the Organization.

She's been here a while-

[innocent face.]

[gets up, taking a few steps away just to keep distance, pretending to go over to the other batch.]

... how do you know if it's past spring, anyway?

[keeps his eyes on the roses. He's heard about that one. He's hardly afraid, merely annoyed. But he's had much experience hiding such "emotions."]

Ah, that Naminé. She seems quite occupied as of late; perhaps I should approach instead.

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