[There's a loud clatter as this person's PORTAL is sent to the floor and activates, right in time for a voice to be carried through it.] --what?! No!
[The speaker--shouter, really--appears to have run to the mirror in his room and is staring at it, his shoulders visibly trembling with barely-held back anger.] No... I can't be... this isn't--
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[ he makes sure his voice is extra loud when he speaks up, wanting to attract his attention. ]
Hey, calm down! Listen!
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... Ah. Well. Your reaction is your own, but he looks puzzled.] My journal never had this in it before...
[And still guarded, even if he thinks you look somewhat familiar.] Who are you?
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All that yelling isn't going to get you anywhere, you know.
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Welcome to Promenade. City of Dreams.
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[Please explain.]
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Was that a.. Keyblade?
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[Whoever this guy is, he looks...surprised, hopeful, and relieved? And he's clearly mistaken you for someone else.]
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Uh, no. Sorry. Think you have the wrong guy.
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'This isn't Ven.'. Looking back at the image, and... yeah. hope's dashed, but he's apologetic-sounding.] Sorry... you look like a good friend of mine.
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[And he really did have a good reason for losing it.]
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Has anyone explained the city yet?
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[Those new pages in his journal... he was going to have to keep going over them.]
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