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[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

(oh, look another Namine!
this one's  young, about 12, and looks pretty sickly. she's holding a painting carefully, so the paper doesn't crinkle. she coughs for a bit, but smiles)

Marluxia, I made a painting for-

(...this isn't where she's supposed to be...)

Wh-what?

((So. This Namine is really sickly, she has a bad immune system.
 Marluxia is taking care of this Namine, but it's not out of charity.
Someone who works with poisons will notice the paint used is laced with poison. She's been inhaling this for a while.
More info on her profile~))

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[memoryskey.livejournal.com]

[l-lol staring.]

[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

(stares back. older version of her WHUT)

[memoryskey.livejournal.com]

...Why do you look like me?

[those Keyblades are still out and in her hands, but she's not planning on using them.]

[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

(she thinks about it, and shrugs)

Maybe you're my cousin?

[memoryskey.livejournal.com]

...Maybe. [blinks]

Hi, my name's Naminé.

just the right man for that

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[sniffs the air, crinkling his nose at the smell of paint and...]

Nice gift. You trying to kill him?

[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

(she's horrified at the idea of that)

No, I'm not!
I wanted to give him a painting, 'cause he's been nice.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

You realize that paint has poison in it, right?

[taps the painting with a bored expression]

They're not very good at masking it though. Boring.

[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

My name's Namine, too!

[thesicklyartist.livejournal.com]

But...Marluxia gave'em to me...

(she looks like she's about to cry)

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he was trying to kill you. Either way, you take in too much of that smell and you're dead.

[memoryskey.livejournal.com]

Really? [blink]

Then we can't be cousins- why would we have the same name?