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[toweredingly]

Where is my body?

More to the point, where are my bedamned guns?

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[thongedingly]

[There is only one person in the world who cries over his guns. A figure hanging out in the shadow of a tree taps you on the shoulder.]

...Are you who I think you are, and not Delerium as your appearance would suggest?

[toweredingly]

[He turns, looking thoroughly unsurprised by random vampire there]

I am certainly not Delirium. As for the other, it depends on who you think I am.

[thongedingly]

Roland is the only one who talks like that around here, though it's probably not as easy to tell who I am, especially since, well...I'm sort of a man right now.

[toweredingly]

[Considers this for a moment, looking you up and down]

...Sai Alleyne?

[checkeredingly]

[brb using Alleyne's logic]

Roland? [b'aww, look at the big innocent eyes... on... Patrick Bateman's face...]

[toweredingly]

[He automatically raises his fists on hearing that voice, spinning ready to attack]

[...then again, if Poland was the many-armed man...]

[Carefully] Aye. Who are you?

[checkeredingly]

[alsdkh;wergh; what was that reaction]

R-Roxas. [D: D:]

[toweredingly]

[The reaction of a man who's spent far too much of his life in mortal danger?]

[He drops his fists at once, taking a deep breath, and nods] Cry your pardon.