∞ that signature thing is only growing harrowing

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[spins a pair of chakrams easily as he walks, black gloves reflecting the light as his hands shift up and down, fingers twining through the bars of the weapons.]

These things are fucking useless.

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[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Scratches the underside of his chin as he casually eavesdrops from against some nearby wall.]

Sure do look unnecessarily bulky.

[prekey.livejournal.com]

-- Those are really cool!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

And they're heavy, too. Whoever invented these things was on some pretty fucking awesome crack.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

They compliment my ass nicely, don'tcha think?

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Scoffs, enjoying the opinion with much relish. He'd not gotten the chance to mingle with others who wore 'his' face; so this was new.]

I believe you.
Me? I prefer something lighter, more aerodynamic and easily disposable.

[Cocks his head, scoping out and sizing up the weapons. Possibly the owner to. Never can be too distrusting of the wacky neighbors~.]

....And with a hell of a lot less of the 'Caped Crusader' feel.
Those things look like they come included with a catch-phrase and spandex leotard.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Then I'll just have to give them to my dear friend Roxas, won't I? I'm sure he loves parading around in skin-tight leotards.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[he swears he's going to punch himself over and over for doing this, warily approaching.]

... still no sign of Roxas?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Where did you get those things?

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

Kid's got odd hobbies.

[Grimaces]

Not the most comfortable way to pass the time, I'm sure...

[Trying very hard not to, actually. He doesn't mind the whole mind-fuckery deal thanks to the business of everyone else's multiples, but when it came to Roxas... Some things were simply so far beyond disturbing, that they weren't salvageable.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

If there was, d'you think I'd be roaming the hallways trying to amuse myself with a couple of metal pinwheels?

[totally rhetorical. he's just standing there, idly spinning said pinwheels.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

Got a guy drunk and then stole them.

[prekey.livejournal.com]

That doesn't matter. What matters is, can you fight with those things?

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

It's not like he'd be wearing it for very long, anyway.

[sees his discomfort and loves every minute of it.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I could probably flail around dangerously enough, yeah.

[prekey.livejournal.com]

That's no good. I need to find a guy who can really use those.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Someone who could tear you limb from limb with his bare hands isn't good enough?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[...amused grin]

For what purpose?

[prekey.livejournal.com]

You can't do that.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

...because they look sharp? I don't know, I just felt like smashing something into little pieces without breaking my nails.

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deduce the meaning therein the above retort.]

I retract my statement then.
Have fun with that...

[Flicks a wave his way, heading off.]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[shrugs lazily]

Very well. Good luck with that one.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I can, I can, I can~

[casually slings a chakram over his own shoulder.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Speaking of luck, you were quite the lucky boy, weren't you? You got to sink your teeth into that cute little brunette of yours and he didn't even raise a fuss~

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[st-stops in his tracks]

How do you know about that?

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I always do.

[continues on his merry chakram-wielding way.]