first wing

[traverses]

Characters: Leon, the gentlemen of room 3-08 (possibly), and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-08 and the caf.
Format: Either or.
Summary: "Oh no, where am I, woe is me"
Warnings: None. 



Room 3-08
Leon liked waking up in his own room, wherever it happened to be at the time. It was a good feeling to know that nothing had happened during the night, or at least nothing that immediately affected his body. Unfortunately, he had never considered this feeling until today, which was the second day in his life when he didn't wake up in his own room. Immediately he rolled over and looked around. It was obvious that he wasn't in his clothes anymore; it was some kind of bodysuit, judging from the odd feeling on his skin. Something was choking around his neck, not hanging like the Griever was; a collar of some kind. There were three beds in the room besides his, and some of them were filled with strangers. Maybe they were sleeping; he really only skimmed over them, because of the more immediate presence of a letter sitting on the bedside table, with his name -- his real one -- printed on the front.

Leon reached over and opened it, reading the first letter inside; with any luck, they would provide an explanation as to why he's woken up in this circumstance; it's already put him in a bad mood. Apparently, it wasn't bad enough, because upon reading the words 'world' and 'destroyed'...

"What?!"


Cafeteria
After that little incident ended, Leon pulled on his clothes and decided to start exploring. It soon became apparent that this place was a tower, if the elevator he found was to be believed; it only stopped at a few floors, but the first one was also the first (presumably the ground floor), which was as good a place to start as anywhere else. 

So now the Tower at large will be presented with one irritable, awfully strong man, sitting at one of the tables and ripping at a roll while he continues to look over the letters. (The fact that he even has them should tip off anyone else that he's a newcomer who neglected to eat his oatmeal.) He was onto the second one now; it mentioned that the first floor was the cafeteria, which was a little useless now that he'd already figured it out, but the other things -- rooming? Network? Jobs? -- were definitely new. This letter spoke as if life in this tower was going to last for a while... yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.

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[capax_infiniti]

"Who's to say both aren't true? There is more playing here than anyone realizes. They're trying to hide themselves and their activities. Collars, mysterious fluids, creatures lurking in the spaces between, the entire gamut. There are powerful forces at play here, mark my words..." while his statement trails off, the sentiment of wanting to know is quite clear. His gloved fingers curl tightly around the fork reflexively, while his other hand grips the edge of the table.

[traverses]

"Yeah." It was clear by that point that the man was right. His attention turned to the collar around his neck; since everyone clearly still had them on, then it was likely that there was no way to get them off. There didn't seem to be one, he noted, feeling his way around the rim. "And it's probably our job to set them down a notch." His tone of voice wasn't one of concern -- just weariness, as if he had once before combatted the admins of a mysterious death tower and wasn't looking forward to doing it again.

[capax_infiniti]

"Our job?" Mildly curious now. "Perhaps one could phrase it that way. There's no doubt in my mind that our scurrying around is more than amusing for whatever powers are at play here."

Noticing the beleaguered tone, he continues with that thought. "Ah, but it sounds as though you have some experience with these matters?"

[traverses]

"Sort of." He shifted his position a bit and sighed. "My world was taken by Darkness, years ago. I didn't defeat the Darkness, obviously, but I did try to get the world back to working order."

[capax_infiniti]

"Taken by darkness?" He's curious now. The strange play of time and reality in this place have given him a few new avenues to learn from.

[traverses]

He just nodded. It sounded like this man actually knew what the Darkness was, which was probably unusual for this Tower; even if it was lying in the corners of every world, even the ones that weren't plagued by Heartless, not many people knew about it.

[capax_infiniti]

Ohhh Leon, if only you knew...

"It wasn't destroyed, from the sounds of it... and you said you managed to recover it?"

[traverses]

"It may as well have been. The whole place was mutated, nearly beyond recognition." He obviously harbored bitter feelings about the state of the place, reflecting in his tone of voice. "But yes, we rebuilt it."

[capax_infiniti]

This line of conversation is fascinating to hear, the effect of the Heartless taking over a world entirely. He wants to press more on the matter, but the young man before him seems disgusted.

"Mutated? Does the darkness truly have that effect on a world...?"

A pause, considering, before a warm smile and nod. "How fortunate then that it was not the sort that is permanent."

[traverses]

"Yes." And that's all there was to say on the matter.

He nodded. "Fortunate, yes." If it had been eradicated completely, Leon was pretty sure he'd have... well, he wasn't sure what would have happened, but it wouldn't be pretty. "Did your world go that way too?"

Maybe this place really was like Traverse Town, if Traverse Town was a creepy sterile environment that ripped people out of the smoking ruins of their destroyed worlds without even waiting to let them register what happened. Hmph. It probably meant there was a pretty worthless lot here, though, if they didn't all climb out by themselves.

[capax_infiniti]

He had to think for a moment. What did he consider his world? True, he came from the Destiny Islands, but that was never his home. His heart never truly resided there, no matter how many years he'd spent growing up there. No, he'd only truly started feeling at home at the Land of Departure... and well. He knew how that went.

"One could say that..." he replied slowly.

[traverses]

Leon frowned at his evasion of the question, but decided not to push it for now. Instead, he picked a new subject matter, one that was a lot more likely to get a straight answer. "I don't think I got your name."

[capax_infiniti]

"Xehanort," he replied. He was curious to see Leon's reaction. So many people he'd never met already seemed to know of him, it was difficult to discount anyone from that. "And you, young man?"