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[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

We must talk.

[Ever since Diarmuid's encounter with his shadow, Neah couldn't stop thinking about his own. That being said, it wasn't hard to find his own shadow. If it truly was himself, then he knew exactly where it was, and where it would be hiding.

Which was in the Prospero park. The park that he had stopped on his way back from classes. Finding solace and all of that -- So it wasn't any surprise that he found his shadow sitting there.]

You came to find me? How kind of you... [The shadow stood from where it was sitting. Rather calm this time, then the first time it had surfaced.

The fuse was rather short, however, and time was ticking now that his original -- the fool himself was standing right in front of him in plain view with no back up.] This spares me much time from having to find you and kill you. I am glad.

[It approached him with a sneer, but Neah stood his ground. Knowing full well what he had to do.

First thing was first though.

The shadow deserved a pistol whip for what it did to him before, and how it broadcasted that bit of information he was trying to hid, all over Prospero.]

Any last words? You are far too quiet for someone who is about to die.

[A smile from the original.

Come.
at.
me.
bro.] You are not me.

Comments

[NOT HERE YET]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

[ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME DO I REALLY HAVE TO COME BAIL YOU OUT AGAIN]

[AKJDAKSJDASJK]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[HE KNOWS HOW TO GET RID OF IT OKAY]

[;D]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

[NO YOU DON'T, GAWD]

[:D]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[I DO OKAY. WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME OVER HERE AND WATCH.]

[BD]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

[FINE. STOMPS OVER TO WATCH THIS.]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[Look at how smug this bastard looks. By this bastard, it means the shadow's eyes are meeting with Kanda's figure once he sees him.]

[toomanypetals.livejournal.com]

Nah. It's just me.

[Kanda just glares.]

What're you assholes doing?

[techno-logical.livejournal.com]

[In April's defense, it was dark and they both had yellow eyes, so it was hard to tell the difference.

So, while she had thought she snuck up behind and pistol-whipped the Shadow on the back of the head, it was actually Neah she had just whacked across the head.

WHOOPS SORRY ABOUT THAT.]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[THAT MAKES NO EXCUSE!

The sudden motion of a gun impacting his head didn't feel all too well. Not in the least.

He felt stars, and now understood how Diarmuid felt.]

That hurt...

[techno-logical.livejournal.com]

[HEY, YOU DID THE SAME TO DIARMUID.

April stops in surprise at the voice, and she blinks a few times before realizing who she just hit.]

O-oh god, I'm so sorry, Neah! I-I thought you were your Shadow! I'm really sorry! [Hold on, just gonna use a Media now.]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[COMMON MISTAKE...

Neah was seeing stars, but it probably wasn't as bad as when he hit Diarmuid with a shotgun. So, April is easily forgiven.]

No... You do not need to apologize.

[techno-logical.livejournal.com]

[SUUUUUURE...

April still looks a bit concerned, but she shakily nods.]

I-if you say so. But still, I'm sorry about that.

[And the Shadow will just be getting a blank look and a blink.]

Huh? No you don't. [Yeeeep, just saying it as simply as that.]

[traitorsmelody.livejournal.com]

It is alright. There are much more pressing matters to attend to.

[Such as getting rid of this guy so that there would be one less shadow in Prospero. Either way, he's standing in front of April so that she would not get in the cross-fire. In case the shadow would want to randomly strike and all.]

[WHOA WHOA. Neah gritted his teeth, but remained calm.] ... Miss April. You should leave.

[NOT YET]

[crownedexorcist]

[WHY DOES HE HAVE A FEELING SOMEONE IS DOING SOMETHING STUPID]

[LMAO]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[SINCE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU HAVE THAT INTUITION NEPHEW]

[(YEA)]

[crownedexorcist]

[SINCE PEOPLE AROUND HERE STARTS GOING AFTER SHADOWS BY THEMSELVES GDIT]

[YEAAHHH]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[IF YOU'RE SO WORRIED THEN COME OVER HERE.]

[COMING]

[crownedexorcist]

[I AM COMING

ONCE I FIND YOU brb readying claws now]

[GOOD]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[The Shadow was about to attack, but the sudden sound of footsteps stopped him from doing so.

Well well.]

[croibhristeoir]

[You know that thing where karma is a bitch?]

[Well, my yellow-eyed bro, you are getting the blunt end of a lance swung at your head.]

[Sorry, Neah. It's kinda hard to tell.]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[Things were going far too serious.

Neah's shadow was on the verge of attacking before he saw a glimpse of a lance hit the back of his original's head.

And him grabbing his head.]

What in the world are you thinking?!

[croibhristeoir]

Wh--sorry! You both look the same!

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

Was that necessary, Diarmuid?!

[croibhristeoir]

Oh, don't start that with me now! You made the same mistake!

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[You know Neah would have continued bickering if his shadow didn't interrupt him.]

[Aka, HE'S RIGHT HERE. STOP IGNORING HIM.]