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July 15th, 2010

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This is posted to keep this journal alive where I can use it. Ha.

April 20th, 2009

OOC: Hello! Q&A?

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<3, wink!
For anyone coming here from the land of fanfiction: greetings!

Feel free to ask any questions you might have about Exia or his particular alternate universe here. It's all good!

The only caveat is that unless specifically asked otherwise, responses are going to be in character -- and you never know, some of his family might drop by to share a few opinions ;3

April 14th, 2009

I so have to have a chat with Sumeragi and Vashti about Setsuna.

Talk about awkward --!
"How in the hell do am I supposed to get used to this, this --"


Not even bothering to hide wicked and rather mean amusement, Nadleeh barely looked up from the monitor as Exia half-shouldered, half-blundered into the doorframe and cut off his own complaint.

His face a carefully-crafted mask of Woe, Exia leaned against the frame and heaved a mock sigh.


"Fine, then, ignore me in my time of need ~"


"Oh, you'll survive. You're doing better than Dynames did, poor bastard; but then, he was fighting it every step of the way."


"I don't blame him -- well, except for that desperate need for anger management. Vashti's going to fry him if he keeps it up. Though that reminds me, any idea why -- seeing as I was off getting borged by my wonderful little partner -- the Krung Thep crew already had a body in a pickle jar for me?"


Leaning back his seat in ways only microgravity allowed, Nadleeh twirled a hairtail and grinned, shrugging.


"Just couldn't wait to make you an action transvestite like the rest of us? Who knows with that lot?

"Me, I'm just surprised you decided against finishing up the Big Nap. You were shredded into being night-of-the-living-dead-Gundam for four years; I'd have snapped ages ago, and probably eaten Tieria or something else equally bizarre."


Exia stared off through the panorama of the viewports for a moment. He could feel bruising -- oh yay, squishy bruisy parts! -- but still.

It was worth it.


"Yeah, well. No rest for the wicked, and all that lot --"
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