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[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[A certain 'Alexander Astori', otherwise known as one of the many very intensely grumpy redheads populating the dressing room, has appeared once again. This time he's minus a cat, but he's not too worried, if no less annoyed over it all. He's dressed more casually that he was last time, and is missing his phone.]

.... Damnit. Here again.

(OOC: o-okay! 8|b I failed at this last time! Let's try again, with less of the failing and more of the doing this right.)

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[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

Hm. Sorry. [he isn't really, but maybe this kid won't bother him too much more]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[scrubs his hair in annoyance, then stops, looking at him] What'd you mean, those are weird to you?

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

Hm? [glances at this clothing] This isn't the sort of clothing worn where I come from. It's normal in the city I was just in, but it's odd to me.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Where are you from?

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

Auldrant.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Weird place with armor and swords and people that make weird ghosts with tuning forks?

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[blank look] Yeah. That 'weird place'.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... I'm almost tempted to see what kind of ghosts follow you around.

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[arches a brow. He's heard about ghosts in New York before, but he's also pretty certain most of them are scams; New York isn't a super natural place] I can't image why they'd follow me here.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Dunno why either, but one of you has this little girl he accidentally killed following him around.