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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...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?'

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...need to know. [He wants to know who else from his world is here, and if they know him. The Malnosso said nobody knew he existed, but they seem to be pretty wrong about that thusfar.]

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[ Then he's going to interpret that as how many people know him as both human and Heartless, which he knows isn't the question Roxas meant but it's easier to answer. ]

'maybe ten'

[ More because of the experiment, but that's about it. It's not a high number. ]

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A lot then...okay. [He nods and he erases his drawings again.] Can you change? [Heartless shouldn't be this intelligent, so Roxas is now starting to wonder if there's something special about this one.]