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[diazosx.livejournal.com]

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Ya know, they said the apartment was under construction but this is fuckin' crazy.

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

How? Bridges are too big to carry.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

That's my secret.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

Alright, kid. You were good enough to play along with me, so I'll do the same for you. If this isn't where I'm from, where the hell is it?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

It's a place where people from different worlds come.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

Fucking awesome. When do I get to meet the Klingons? Or how about elves or orcs? Or is this more of a Smurf thing?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't know what those are.

Everyone here is versions of people from Auldrant, though...

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

Too young to know the classics. You poor kids today.

Auldrant, huh? Now that's one I don't know.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

That's because you aren't from Auldrant.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

You don't say? You going to tell me that's where you're from?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is where I'm from.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

How'd I know that was coming. So what's it like?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Okay, I guess? I like it better here, though.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

What's so great about this place?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Master Van isn't here.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

"Master" Van? What the hell is he a master of?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

He was my teacher... Until he kidnapped me.

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

No shit? You've had it rough, kid.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I guess so...

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

Is that why you're talking all quiet and shit?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I got kidnapped again. I'm still feeling bad from it...

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

You must be a trouble magnet or something.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I guess so...

[diazosx.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it too much. Good people are the ones who have bad things happen to them.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I still think I'm a bad boy.