Scheme Number 001 [VOICE ONLY]

[lordwisteria]

[In fiddling with his PDA, Marluxia has begun a voice recording. He does not realize this, and is speaking merely to hear his own voice.]

...I have feet. I distinctly remember not having any just a few moments ago. I also distinctly remember a Keyblade ramming into my ribcage. That thing may not have any sharp edges, but it does pack a punch...I

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[injureaheart]

Your stammering is less than eloquent, Marluxia.

[lordwisteria]

Stammering? I was not...

[He trails off before causing himself further embarrassment and clears his throat.]

Saix, just what in the name of almighty Oblivion is going on here? I was...At my castle only a few moments ago.

[injureaheart]

Oblivion is not "all mighty", Marluxia, but I digress.

As to your question, I am not sure. I myself somehow "appeared" here, after certain..events.

It is disquieting, however, because there does not seem to be any way to leave. The portals only have power to transport a few feet, when they appear at all. A most unfortunate nuance, that.

[lordwisteria]

I have yet to attempt moving through a portal, but it sounds inconvenient.

[Beat. Marluxia looks around at the lush foliage. It's comforting, in some way, but does little to alleviate his confusion]

Do you know where we are? Or if anyone else from the Organization is here?

[petite_rookie]

So, you might have died too?
Because several people here have said they might have died, then arrived here.
I didn't. But i really hope I'm not dead.

[lordwisteria]

[Marluxia scowls, realizing his mistake in not figuring out the PDA sooner. Now anyone that had picked up on that broadcast could hear his suspicions and possibly find a weakness in that. I guess it's time to lie, then.]

I was mistaken. Merely knocked around a little before coming here. I was rather disoriented and made a false assumption as to the state of my...Being.

[He can't resist dragging that word out sarcastically. Whoever Marluxia is talking to, she doesn't sound familiar. She wouldn't know of his circumstances, or even who he was.]

Thank you for your...Concern, but to whom am I speaking?

[petite_rookie]

Oh. Well, that's good. to you not being dead, I mean.

My name is Elena.

[lordwisteria]

Elena? I see.

[He does not offer his name. There's no point in it, really. This girl does not seem like someone that holds the answers to Marluxia's questions.]

[flurryflame]

[Axel heard another voice from the past--and he was rubbing his temple with the soft gloved fingers. His plans, his work, it was all being cruelly spewed back at him like some wicked joke!

Larxene, Marluxia--all he needed now was Vexen to show up. Surely Zexion would morph out of those elevators right when Axel goes for more towels at the front desk.

He was having some considerations. Being popular was such a hassle, really-really.]

Sora's kind of the last thing everyone sees before they kick the bucket. I wonder if that goes on his conscious. How precious.

Hi Marluxia.

[lordwisteria]

Axel.

[This was an unsettling development. Marluxia couldn't help but recall that their last meeting had been rather unpleasant, involving weapons and more than a little aggression. What he said was intriguing, though.]

Do you mean to say that the boy took you out as well?

[flurryflame]

The boy I took out..

[Shaking his head with a smile and rubbing his face again with a sigh and he shook his hand as if dismissing his lack of enthusiasm for this whole situation.

Right.]

Well, I won't be surprised to see him resurface.

[lordwisteria]

Took out, hmm?

At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if anyone showed up.