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[rarify.livejournal.com]

[recorded, to start, as he mills about his room]

... something's not right here. Where am I? I should be wi-

Wait. I.. I can't- Why can't I remember-

[there's a longer silence as he searches his room a little more thoroughly, some bangs and scrapes as things get roughly moved around filtering through into the journal]

What's -- what's going on here?! Damnit, what the hell...

Comments

1/? |D;

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

You...

3/5

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

Damn.

4/5

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

Dictated;

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

Hey.

Dictated;

[rarify.livejournal.com]

--Axel? What the-- am I hearing things? [moar noises as he looks for the source of the disembodied Axel!voice]

Dictated;

[arsoning.livejournal.com]

Yeah, figures.

There should be a journal laying around. It works like a communication device; you just left and came back and won't remember what happened before so I wouldn't really suggest reading the old entries you made since it'll just make it weird if you do.

You're in a place called Paradisa. Demyx, Naminé, and Zexion are here. [ pause ] But depending on your time line you might not even know them, so uh, that might have been pointless. Sora just left a couple days back.

When you get here you lose something. Might be an ability or a memory. Last time you didn't have your keyblades.

We can't leave, either, so don't bother trying. Naminé's up on the top floor of the castle if you want to see her. If I missed anything, I'm sure someone else will explain it.

[ aaand he shuts the journal; brb, Roxas ]

Dictated;

[rarify.livejournal.com]

[he found the journal while Axel was talking and just watched the words appear on the page in silence. he half starts but never finishes a dozen questions, and they all just die out on his tongue before he can ask them.]

Axel--

[Then he realizes the other shut his journal, and takes a moment to find a pen and write:]

You still don't make any sense.

[illusionist.livejournal.com]

[he's vaguely smug; the games can start again, right from the beginning! Disguised handwriting]

Welcome back, Nobody.

[rarify.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a few minutes to actually locate the journal, and a minute or two of flipping through the pages and the occasional "woah" to find the blank page where this is written. still out loud:]

Wh- hey, how do you--

[with a frustrated noise he tears around his desk until he finds a pen, then writes back quick and angry]

How do you know .. what I am? Do I know you?

Roxas

[illusionist.livejournal.com]

I know a lot about you.

[rarify.livejournal.com]

[What. Roxas will not filter back to you, disguised person.]

Is that so? Why don't you tell me what you know?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's you.

1/2

[rarify.livejournal.com]

...

[rarify.livejournal.com]

And just who are you?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Name's Spanner. We talked a little last time you were here. You've got quite the attitude.

1/2

[enchain.livejournal.com]

Dictated Forever!

[enchain.livejournal.com]

Roxas?

1/2 indeed!

[rarify.livejournal.com]

.... that .. couldn't be--

[rarify.livejournal.com]

Naminé?

[enchain.livejournal.com]

You're back!

[needscuecards.livejournal.com]

[totally dictated;]



Roxas?

[rarify.livejournal.com]

[also dictated, at least for now!]

... Demyx?

[1/2]

[needscuecards.livejournal.com]

[sounding pretty darn happy]

Hey, Roxas! Back already?

[2/2]

[needscuecards.livejournal.com]

--And you remember me, too! Great!