plastic stars in our private galaxy;

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[blinks  once. Blinks twice. Looks down at his tattered clothing, but there doesn't seem to be anything but scars left]

I thought I was dead. I mean, I was stabbed and burned and- where's Roxas?

[from trained's universe. He's a doll who has a fear of Axels and a love for Roxas]

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[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

..Dead?

[Bites lip after answering your question.]

There are quite a few of us around here...So it might take a while to find which Roxas you're talking about.

[Aims for a greeting to the newcommer while leaning to inspect your state of being, curious if everything's okay.]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Roxas? What do you mean? You okay?

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[A-awkward smile, scratching at the back of his head.]

You're...not home..anymore.

[Gestures to the space around them.]

It's some other..world, dimension, place.

[Nods his head to force you to catch sight of the other Soras and Roxae around.]

And, there are more than one of each of us. Unfortunately, it gets a bit confusing.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Is this what happens when dolls die?