[ His body convulsed, tensing as though it would spare him the pain of erupting flames, tearing his body apart from the inside out. A pain that never came. Instead his body was battered and bruised, compressed, tightened. But for the pain of being thrown about like a rag-doll, he felt something else. He knew what it felt like to have torn muscles
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...it could be worse. He guesses.]
The greeters are just doing their jobs.
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If I wanted those incapable imbeciles putting grabbing me for whatever reason, I would have asked, Thirteen. And need I mention again that above all, we must remain undetected? [ Hiss, hiss. ]
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Sigh.]
It's a little late for that. This world doesn't work like other ones.
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[ He sighed, exasperated. He sounded like he wanted to backhand Thirteen because he clearly remembers telling him to always remain hidden. ]
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You missed a lot. Your objectives aren't the same here.
[And his have been different since before he arrived.]
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My objectives? And precisely what are your objectives, Thirteen? [ Suspicious leer. Details, he was good at picking up on them. ]
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They aren't any of your business.
[Somewhat less pliable than you remember, eh?]
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Is that so? Pity in your ignorance that you forget how resourceful I am. Your blissfully oblivious mindset will be your undoing, Thirteen. [ It was almost impossible to make a convincingly antagonistic retort. He was pretty sure Roxas could see he was struggling to keep it under control, but he liked to ignore that fact. ]
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I haven't forgotten anything. You're just behind the times. But someone will probably catch you up.
[He knows. He just doesn't particularly care.]
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Well then. I suppose once I am all caught up, I'll be paying you a visit.
[ How could he be..? His statement made next to no sense, but Vexen wasn't going to question it at present. No, he'd never ask a neophyte for information unless it was to demand paperwork. ]
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Uh huh. Right.
[Resisting the urge to eyeroll now.]
Good luck settling in, Vexen.
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I don't need luck, boy.
[ Calling him Vexen: he hates it. But he held the smirk. Barely. He clearly wanted to lash out somehow. ]
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Around here? Yeah. You do. Later.
[Click! Have fun sputtering at a blank screen, ex-comrade. Also have fun hearing about the fact that the "ex" part is a fact.]
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