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[caliginose]

I have gotten the impression as of late that you wish to speak with me.

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[eyesmiles]

[an hour passes. Then:]

If you are who I think you to be.

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[caliginose]

You expressed dissatisfaction with my workmanship.

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[eyesmiles]

You left something out.

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[caliginose]

If you have any suggestions, I may be able to correct that.

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[eyesmiles]

Many, but I think they're best made in person.

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[caliginose]

Do you have a place in mind?

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[eyesmiles]

...Would you agree to a meeting?

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[caliginose]

Of course.

Would you really think me so foolhardy a man as to contact with you without a specific intent?

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[eyesmiles]

I do not know you.

...The docks. Near the ferry.

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[caliginose]

Fair enough.

And the time?

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[eyesmiles]

Now.

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[caliginose]

Very well.

[audio; private -> action?]

[eyesmiles]

[there's a pause, and then he hangs up.

With Matthew on his shoulder, he stalks outside and heads for the docks.]

[action!]

[caliginose]

[ A dark portal makes travel a simple matter; Xehanort is waiting at the end of one of the piers, facing the ocean with his arms behind his back, within minutes. The hood of his coat is pulled up, hiding most of his face. ]

[eyesmiles]

[it takes the Corinthian more time. He has neither the ability to teleport nor super speed. What he does have? Anger. Rage enough to fuel a fast pace.

His knife is already out and at his side when he comes within sight of the robed figure. The nightmare's steps slow and then stop a good distance away. Watching.

The small dragon on his shoulder crawls restlessly from one arm to the other, its wings up defensively, feeding off the tension of its owner.]

...You are the one who has stolen from me.