Fake 16 [Action]

[personafalsify]

[ This afternoon, a Heartless can be found walking about all over the village. Repliku seems like he's looking for something that he has no idea how to find. Clutched close to him is not a Luceti journal, but a thin, spiral-bound, reddish-tan sketchbook

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[risingwinds]

[Well, hopefully Rep won't mind Ven approaching him, once he spots him near a building.]

Hey, what're you doing out here all alone?

[personafalsify]

[ Rep looks up quickly, but all he does is hold the sketchbook a little closer to him and closes it up. ]

[risingwinds]

[Ven frowns. Something tells him that this sketchbook is really important.]

It's okay. I'm not gonna take it or anything.

[personafalsify]

[ Not if you want to keep your eyeballs in your face, you're not. 8|

He tilts his head but he's still wary, though. EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT WHEN IT'S NAMINE'S SKETCHBOOK ON THE LINE ]

[soreplaceable]

[Ion had never seen a heartless before, but if he has wings that meant he was a resident, right? And seeing him sitting there, under a tree and holding that notebook, he almost looks a little lonely...]

[Cautiously, Ion walks over, managing to sneak a glance at the drawings covering the pages.]

Is that a sketch book?

[personafalsify]

[ Whoa when did you get so close. Repliku skitters back a few careful paces just to be safe, and nods, holding it close. ]

[soreplaceable]

[Ion doesn't mind the skittering-away, and even takes a small step back, just in case he's making the heartless uncomfortable. He smiles.]

Those drawings look really nice. Did you draw them?

[personafalsify]

[ Shaking his head slowly. He's a little more relaxed when Ion is stepping back, himself, but not by much. ]

[hazelrink]

[Charlotte actually has seen a Heartless before though. But... not a neoshadow. She's seen shadows and a few others. And some Nobodies. But on seeing this she blinks and then... um.]

...You're a Heartless, right?

[personafalsify]

[ He looks up, and not immediately recognizing Charlotte as the girl with the plush, spends a confused second or two staring at her before nodding. You're the first person who is neither familiar nor owns a keyblade who he's met who knows what he is. ]

[hazelrink]

[Yep, that's her. But now she blinks... blinks... and then crouches down a little to get at face lever better]

...Can you talk?

[personafalsify]

[ Baaacking up a little and holding the sketchbook closer to him as he shakes his head. ]