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[glasgowgrin]

[The child steps onto the starry plane, blond hair swishing as he looks around and blue eyes blinking as his mind adjusts to the strange, unfamiliar sight. The scars on his face stretch his lips into a faint smile, but he doesn't exactly appear to be pleased. He says nothing until he spots the Kiosk and wanders over, speaking only to the machine to receive the brochure. He stands still and reads the paper for about ten minutes before it's folded up and shoved into his pocket.]

Whatever. [That's a mumbled comment.] But I won't say no to free food, as long as it's not poisonous. Haha! [That part is louder, and accompanied by a grin.]

[The boy walks. His first destination is the Kitchen, where he digs through the fridge for something he thinks he might like and plops himself down in a corner to eat. It's good enough. He grumbles about how "Chris" still makes better food than this and frowns himself for a few seconds, but after stuffing a sandwich into the backpack he carried, he returns the dishes to the sink and sets off again. His grin is bigger.]

So this place is just a big stretch of nothing, right? [He looks excited, once having arrived at a spot on the Plane that isn't too close to any of the locations. He sets his backpack down and rummages into it with a mischievous grin on his face.] Then that means I can do whatever I want without Sickle or Chi stopping me, haha!

[Minutes later, the sound of explosions rings across the vast nothingness. It's a fairly large, strong explosion, accompanied by the ringing laughter of a child who is having way too much fun letting bombs go off in a place he just arrived in.]

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[otherness]

[Holy mother of darkness. Roxas arrives just in time to catch the noise, and he takes off running toward the source. Most people would be running away, but Roxas doesn't know what common sense is. That much is obvious.

He's dressed in a long coat with some victorian frills, and he wields a particularly funny-looking sword that seems like it was wrenched out of a clock.]

What's going on!? Is everyone okay?

[glasgowgrin]

[Whoa what the heck is that? A sword? Or did this guy just come running from robbing a particularly weird-looking clock tower? Either way Rail turns around and looks at Roxas with a rather confused look before he realizes ah that is right. He was blowing up bombs and ~normal people~ freak out to that.

Well, those reactions are hilarious too.]

There's nothing wrong! It's just bombs, don't freak out so much!

[otherness]

['Just' bombs?] Usually explosions mean trouble! [He looks over Rail.] But... you don't look like you're hurt.

[glasgowgrin]

Why would I be hurt? Haha! Why do people always assume bombs are trouble? I mean you could use them for trouble but it's not like the bombs did anything bad to you.

[otherness]

[... this kid is weird even by Roxas' standards. Or maybe he's a normal person. It wouldn't the first time Roxas didn't comprehend how people worked.]

Well, when a group of kids throw them at you constantly, you kind of get that idea.

So, the bombs... are yours?

[glasgowgrin]

Maybe you did something to deserve it!!

[Rail will toss bombs at you even if you don't.]

And, well, I'm the one who bought them, so I guess they're mine.

[otherness]

No way! I was just there looking around! I guess they like to go around playing pranks on people, but throwing bombs at someone can hurt, y'know.

[YOU'D BETTER NOT, HE'S GOOD AT KNOCKING THEM BACK NOW.]

I guess that's okay. Just don't hurt people with them, all right? The people here get hurt enough because of the experiments.

[glasgowgrin]

Well, I guess it does hurt when they blow up in your face. But I have protective gear and nobody's thrown any at me yet... whups, I shouldn't say that or someone might try now, won't they? Haha. [He grins widely. He hopes not. Who knows what this place would do to him in those experiments they mentioned. If they're connected to That Man...]

You're treating me like some cruel person! If I wanted to hurt anyone I wouldn't go through the trouble of coming all the way out here. Don't worry!

[otherness]

I won't throw anything at you. [Roxas has a nasty honest streak. His face falls at the accusation, though.]

-- Sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

Um, what's your name?

[glasgowgrin]

No way. I'm not offended or anything do you don't have to apologize.

You're a pretty nice guy, huh, mister? My name is Rail. What's yours?

[otherness]

[Roxas? Nice? He scratches at his cheek, not sure how to respond to that.]

Uh... if you say so. [There, that seemed neutral enough.] I'm Roxas. Nice to meet you, Rail.

[glasgowgrin]

You shouldn't determine is it's nice to meet someone or not before you even know them.

... Haha! Just kidding! So what's with you, anyway?

[otherness]

[... Roxas just looks more confused.] That's just what people... say, right? [He's not really a person, he's not sure.]

What's with me? [That sounds kind of rude.]

[glasgowgrin]

What do you want? You can see me, can't you?

[He points to his face. Scar across his face and down his cheek.]

And you're not saying anything. Do you know something?

[otherness]

[The blond blinks once, twice.]

The... scars?

I just thought you were from Halloween Town. I didn't even really think about it.

[glasgowgrin]

What the hell is Halloween Town.

[otherness]

It's a place where people look kinda spooky all the time. Some of them have cool masks, too.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I work with people who have scars. One of them's even missing an eye... so I don't see why a couple of scratches on your face are such a big deal.

[glasgowgrin]

"A couple of scratches"...?

[He raises an eyebrow. It pulls up the skin around one of his scars, which tugs on one end of his mouth. The faint grin grows wider, but he doesn't look too happy.]

What this... It's kind of refreshing to have someone who won't scream or point and ask questions when they see me but when you put it that way it's sort of really, really annoying.

[otherness]

[Roxas looks confused.]

... Annoying? What, you want people to make fun of you? That doesn't make sense at all!

[glasgowgrin]

Haah? Are you stupid, mister? Why would I want that! You're the one that's not making any sense!

What kind of weird circus are you from that you work with people who have scars!

[otherness]

... What's a circus?

A-anyway, I don't see what's wrong with people who look different.

[glasgowgrin]

You're either really pure-hearted or kind of dumb, aren't you! Or maye you were sheltered? Do I have to call you "young master" like the people at your home...?

But I guess that's okay, I won't judge or bully you for it.

[otherness]

Pure... hearted? Me? [He's perplexed by this, and touches his chest as if that'll make sense.]

I don't know what you're talking about. No one calls me 'master', and I don't have a heart. [He says it like he literally doesn't have one. He has a pulse, but that's entirely different.]

[glasgowgrin]

... Wooooow. Well at least if you were trying to be poetic there, you're doing it in a way that makes more sense than Poet's!

And different, really? Dontcha think that's sort of stretching it? I'd get it if I was Christopher because those eyes and teeth of his are pretty different, but I'm not Chris. [He's not sure if Roxas' attitude is a relief or a disturbance. It's nice not to be screamed at and pointed at and called disgusting. But at the same time it's aggravating to have it treated as a normal thing. It's not. It's not normal. Acknowledge it. At least be a little disgusted?]

[otherness]

[... Rail talks too fast. That is the most important thing Roxas has gleaned from this conversation.]

But I'm... not. [He hesitates, then adds:] I'm not human.