[IC, wandering from cabin to cabin in the void AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN DOING FOR A WHILE]

[cardoperatedboy]

Where is everything?!

Sora?!

Namine?!



((Back in a few, showering! Back!))

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[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

The heartless of the egg Naminé and I were assigned to tend. She does an adequate job of keeping the snakes out.

Yes, though that was before Sora's restoration of the worlds. For the moment, however...

[holds out a hand. nothing happens]

.. this is still camp.

[cardoperatedboy]

[shrugs] I don't care about any heartless pets of yours. Why were you tending somethng with Namine?

.....what were you trying to do?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

A camp-created organization assigned and distributed eggs to pairs of campers as a parenting exercise. Ours apparently had something of an accident before arriving. You can see its Nobody -- Xalvo, Naminé decided -- on the shelf there.

[and lo, on the shelf, beside the heart in a jar, is an empty shell.]

I was trying to leave. Have you decided if you prefer spicy dishes over savory?

[cardoperatedboy]

Parenting?! Why would you ever need to practice that with Namine, huh?

Like that'd work. Uhh... savory!

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Your guess is as good as mine. Naminé may, eventually, find the experience relevant; I certainly have little need for it.

[picks out a ceramic jar and takes it to one of the sinks]

It will work eventually. No camper's time here lasts indefinitely.

[cardoperatedboy]

...might be right. I think Namine maybe wants to take care of things.

So what'll happen to us then?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

And the likelihood of Kairi having children would, I think, be quite high.

[pulls several veggies from the soft loam in the jar and begins to wash them off]

Most campers appear to return to their world of origin.

[cardoperatedboy]

Dunno her well enough to guess.

[sniffs at them]

Yeah, exactly. So what'll happen then?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[they smell like veggies! and also rice bran. kind of a rich, earthy smell]

I will return to my world and attempt to repair what was done in my absence. Where you go and what you do will be up to you.

[cardoperatedboy]

You're dead, though.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

I was. Currently, I'm as alive as I've ever been.

[cardoperatedboy]

Guess nobody's got anything but now, anyway.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

... these will be ready in a moment. Would you like some tea?

[and as Zexion begins slicing the veggies, that, dear friends, would be the sound of a carapace breaking through wood]

[cardoperatedboy]

Sure, I --!!!

[looks around >_>]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

You've had green and chamomile so far; one of those, or something new?

[scuttlescuttlescuttlescuttle]

[cardoperatedboy]

[gets out his cards]

Huh? Oh, green.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Good choice. It will go well with the -- what are those for?

[DOOM APPROACHES]

[cardoperatedboy]

Don't you hear it? It's --

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[IT'S COMING RIGHT AT YOU

RUSHING STRAIGHT

from under the bed.

... it's. Really tiny.]

[cardoperatedboy]

....

[tosses a Soul Eater 8 card at it.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[THE CARD GOES TO INTERCEPT

AND HITS

... and sort of falls to its side on the floor, and is trampled under tiny heartless feet.

Hope you didn't like the shine on your left boot too much.

*BOOM*]

[cardoperatedboy]

[...blinks]

[looks around for the respawn]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

I see. That would be Oval. She's normally not quite so --

[*POP*]

[cardoperatedboy]

Oval, huh.

[pokes her with the tip of Soul Eater before she can charge again]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[A puff of darkness, and a mythril shard drops to the ground]

-- aggressive.

Yes. Again, Naminé's choice in names.