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Forty-Ninth Keychain -[Voice]

I really wish they'd stop taking her already. What's the point? They better give her back soon, or...[He just trails off, making a less-than-pleased noise.]

Man...I need to get out more. The rain's never stopped me before, but it's almost getting too cold. It's going to turn into snow soon, and then I'm really stuck. Makes me wonder...

Anybody up for a sparring match? Pick a place, pick a time, I'll be there.

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Mark my words, I am an ever so patient sort- just keep an eye out for me when you get there, or maybe just a listen~. Trust me, you won't miss me~.

[And when he DOES arrive, suffice to say that Roxas... REALLY won't be able to miss Bon Clay. Almost seven feet tall, face covered in horrendously thick make-up, limbering up by raising his leg behind his back and all the way up to the back of his head. He can be many things. Subtle is NOT one of them.]

[Normally, Vexen wouldn't bother answering. But comment on the weather's caught his attention.]

Problems with the weather, XIII?

Definitely a good idea. I didn't think you'd want to.

Somehow, I don't doubt that.

[Well, when Roxas gets there, seeing Bon Clay is more or less startling. Considering how small the blond is and, you know, make-up free, seeing this man is definitely a difference.]

...flexible, aren't you?

I think that could work, if the town doesn't mind having multiple Santas.

[Oh. Well hello to you too, Vexen.]

I thought Luceti wasn't supposed to have as much rain, that's all.

[He recognizes the voice from the journal, and so he turns around... and looks down.

Wow. He has to admit that the estimate he got from the voice was even OLDER than the bitty in front of him. But, once again he has to remind himself not to judge on appearances. Especially not in here...]

Plenty of exercise will do that to you... oh goodness, I never did ask you your name, did I?

What made you think that?

You can hardly expect the weather patterns to remain the same in a place like this. Or any place, for that matter. You will merely see trends.

Do you think you can figure it out?

Because it runs into your six-naps-a-day routine.

[Yeah, Roxas is about as intimidating as a kitten if you're basing this on looks.]

Exercise huh? I don't think I could bend my legs that far no matter what. [He shrugs though.] I'm Roxas. You?

I'm working on it. There's something we're all overlooking, I just haven't figured out what yet. Trust me, I'm trying.

Thanks for the lesson, Vexen. So what's the next trend going to be?

Missing one wouldn't hurt.

...thanks, Axel. [He's going to keep moving to start to head closer.] What should we do in here today?

I say we take out some Heartless. For old time's sake.

Okay, I'll believe you, Roxas...

Will you tell me when you've got it, at least?

I'm hardly a meteorologist.

I like the way you think. The big ones?

You'll be one of the first people I tell. How's that?

But you are a scientist. There should be a way to tell, right? [It's easier to taunt Vexen with questions when Roxas can't see him, after all.]

Hey, more Santas means more presents! [And he's clearly not got any problem with this!]

Bon Clay, sweetie. Now... you're a fighter in your own world, if I presume correctly?

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