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Chocobo, Master Luxord. Large, yellow, riding birds. Really, they're rather friendly and quite fleet of foot.

I fear I've never heard of them ~~but they sound delicious~~.

If this is another one of those games or, if it is any small comfort, I suppose I miss my Gamblers.

I didn't expect you to, dear Luxord. ~~...I have heard stories about other countries eating their chocobo... but what a waste!~~

I know not what those are, unless they are boorish, rich airship captains that steal women from opera houses.

[Luxord has left this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/KittyNakoji/luxgamblerdoodle.jpg) to serve as an explanation.]

I fear I am not the best artist. They are lesser Nobodies, but Nobodies none the less. I suppose you could say I was their general, of sorts. I do wonder what they are doing now that I am no longer with them...

And that would not happen to be a friend of yours, would it?

I do not think of what the soldiers that were under my command are doing now. I know they're in capable hands. But, they do look rather... self-sufficient, do they not?

No. No, he is not, and should I ever see him again... never mind, dear Luxord. It's of little concern now.

I am unsure. While Nobodies can think and plan just fine, the weaker ones are a bit more susceptible to losing focus, Gamblers more so. We'd never really been ones to fight, so I was more lenient on them than I suspect the other members were with their groups. I hope they can take care of themselves.

What was his name?

As you appear to care for them a great deal, I hope they are doing well for your sake.

Setzer Gabbiani, owner of the Blackjack and quite possibly the richest man in the world.

...Setzer Gabbiani?

Setzer Gabbiani? Dear Ms. Chere, are you suggesting you've a sense of humor?

Yes, Setzer Gabbiani.

...Are you implying I've somehow made a joke?

Setzer Gabbiani is a pitiful man addicted to odd children games involving bludgeoning others with styrofoam, blue bats. He at least held the championship for it, so I suppose he must be proud of himself for that.

...While rather amusing, I assure you, he is not. We don't have... this 'styrofoam' in my world, Luxord. Though he is rather good at sweeping down out of the rafters and kidnapping ~~fake~~ opera singers.

Again, I apologize for my lack of artistic ability. Did he look something like this? (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/KittyNakoji/luxsetzerdoodle.jpg)

That sounds too interesting to be him. We may not be speaking of the same person, then.

Quite similar, if I'm remembering the scars in the right places - though it has already been nearly a month since the... initial meeting.

There is no such thing as coincidence, Luxord. Or so I've been told.

And you had to rescue this singer? Or was she, perhaps, you?

I have always believed as such. However, if you feel the same would you care to share an explanation for this discrepancy?

Both. I was standing in for a woman that was my duplicate in every way, thus saving her and sending me to the torture of opera and corsetry like which you can not imagine.

~~At least I remembered my cues...~~

I regret to say that I cannot; either suddenly the universe is a more horrible place for giving us two Setzer Gabbianis or it is some kind of horrible misunderstanding.

You do not care for opera, Ms. Chere? I always found it enjoyable enough. I can however, understand the unwillingness to sing in front of others.

I would think the former. The universe is a cruel place.

I do not hate it, Luxord. I just have little desire to force myself out onto a stage. Unfortunately, I was in a company of men, and none of them looked enough like Maria.

That's a horrible thought, Luxord. Shall we both forget it and take a weight off our minds at such an atrocity?

Why was it you shared so close an appearance to this Maria? There's no such thing as coincidence, remember.

Let's.

I do not know. Is this the part where I wonder if I am the good or evil twin? Or perhaps gasp! Cloned?

Or perhaps you are as much of a Nobody as I, Ms. Chere. I knew you were too cold to hold a heart.

I suppose we'll just have to find out someday, won't we?

Yes. Yes, we will.

Sometimes, I've run into different versions of people I met here. They didn't know me even though I recognized them. This might be the same kind of thing.

- Sora

That's rather confusing, isn't it?

Yeah, pretty much. I'm getting kind of used to it, though.

Oh? How odd.