Fifty-Fifth Keychain - [Action]

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[Okay, it's warm. Very very warm. Even for the evening it's hotter than usual...but that doesn't explain why there's a blond boy wandering through the forest without his shoes and without his shirt. True to New Feather nature, the boy's wearing just the white cotton pants as he shuffles along through the forest.

It isn't until he gets to the center of town that he stops, staring at his surroundings with blank eyes. Well, great. None of this is registering.

Attention, Luceti. Would the owners of a blonde derp please come and claim your friend? He's not going anywhere for a while. It's a little too hard to process anything right now.

Is he staring at you? Or you? You seem like someone interesting.]

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[ He scoots closer again to get a better look. Rep doesn't really remember either of the times he was kidnapped that well, so it looks pretty unfamiliar to him. ]

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[He uses a finger to tap the one that looks like the Malnosso scientist.] He brought me. [Back to the village, he means.] Not sure why.

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[ Repliku scoots closer again and tries to study it for the detail that isn't there. ]

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...Malnosso. [And he wipes away the drawing, trying again even though it's just the same blank man.]

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[ Well he figured. You're not doing a much better job this time around, dude. ]

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...you're staring. [Why are you staring.]

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[ Fine, you know what? He's going to try writing in the ground next to Roxas's drawings. ]

'what happened?'

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[And again, he jerks his head a bit because WHOA.] ...you understand. [He's going to focus again.] I don't know.

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[ ... Well if he didn't understand he'd probably be trying to attack you right now, so. Yeah. ]

'You don't remember anything?'

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[He reads the words again, shaking his head.] ...I'm Roxas. [That's to say that's about all he knows about anything.]

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[ ... yes, that's right at least. Rep just... looks at him and tilts his head. They really got him good, huh? ]

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[Pretty much.] That's it.

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[ He points to himself. No name here? ]

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... [Yeah no, sorry.] ...what?

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[ He shakes his head dismissively. Don't strain yourself man. ]

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[He's back to drawing, trying to figure out how to articulate his next question.] Who else knows?

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[ ... ]

'Knows what?'

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[He settles for merely pointing at Repliku.]

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[ ... ... ]

'about Heartless?'

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You. [He's curious if anybody else who's here knows about you specifically, though Heartless in general works too.]

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'Other people from our world.'

[ Pause. ]

'a few others.'

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How many?

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[ ... That's a good question. ]

'it doesn't matter'

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Why?

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'Why should it?'