towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Reno, Axel, Open
Setting: Floor 3, the library
Format: Prose as starting
Summary: Reno is doing some research on the network. WHY IS HE ALWAYS DOING RESEARCH LATELY.
Warnings: With these two, who knows.

Ow! Reno ground his teeth and rubbed his arm, being careful of the bandages. Moving it still hurt after that little incident that shall not be named. He had been through a lot worse, though; this wasn't too bad as far as 'injuries sustained in the line of duty' went. It was certainly the reason why he was taking it easy today in the Floor 3 Library rather than off kicking monster butt.

Today, his research on finding a way home was taking a backseat. Scuttlebutt had it that there were some interesting things going around recently and he scrolling through all of the posts he had missed during the incident that shall not be named. One rather strange habit Reno had picked up turning his internment at the tower was that of making hideous faces while reading the posts. Eye scrunching, lip biting, you name it- he was doing it.

So far, he wasn't getting too much on any details, but that wasn't going to stop him.

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"Most likely, that is everyone's desire. It's the one thing they can hold over us to keep us compliant - that there are in fact answers, and that there is in fact a way to escape."

His eyes follow Reno, watching him writing. As one apt to write his own thoughts and feelings down, it was a familiar and somewhat comfortable action.

Glancing over at Xehanort, he looked a bit embarrassed. Paperwork was the one thing on the job he hated most, and in this place he found himself doing it almost every day.

"I don't think I got your name. I'm Reno."

The elder man simply smiled when he caught Reno's eyes on him.

"Xehanort. A pleasure to meet you, Reno."

"That's quite a name, but same." Reaching out with a hand, he offered it in the traditional handshake, wondering if they even had handshakes on their world. "Nice having an intelligent conversation sometimes. Some of the people around here..."

It's a good thing he's been to quite a few worlds. He's learned a lot of greetings. He takes the hand firmly, shaking after a moment of consideration as to which particular motion he should make with it.

"I agree. It's far too uncommon to be able to speak frankly here... some people are all too ready to jump to unfortunate conclusions."

"I'll just let 'em think whatever they want and figure out the way outta here. I tried going off half-cocked and that didn't work, so," he tapped his head, "time to use the old thinking cap."

Too many people freaked out when they got here, and too many claimed to be special, or important, or something and something to be here. As far as Reno was concerned, they were in the same damn boat and he had no patience for people.

"Every puzzle has a solution, no matter how difficult it may be," he responded agreeably. "In a matter of time, it could be possible..." and a sideways look. "And with a bit of work, of course. Nothing worthwhile ever comes so easily, after all."

Most people were simply tools, to be pandered to in order to keep them happy and submissive. Xehanort couldn't care either way, as being there wasn't going to stop him from his own plans. Location didn't matter as long as the elements came together... it was just a matter of securing those elements.

It was still easy enough to play along with those who wanted out, of course. Hope was the best spice to bring out despair, after all...