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[capax_infiniti]

Characters: [OU] Master Xehanort, and anyone else who happens to come his way.
Setting: Choose your location.
Format: Will follow whatever you do.
Summary: Catch-all loose threads/CR aggregate post with a variety of amusing options.
Warnings: Standard Xehanort disclaimer applies.


Floor Seven
[The water here doesn't smell fresh or clean, it smells like astringent chemicals and reflects the surreal light blue of the paint lining the pool's basin. Still, it's something he hasn't done in a while. The Tower is all about trying different things to while away time, so perhaps it's time to revisit that period of his childhood where he practically lived in the water.

Thankfully, swimsuits are available and in plentiful supply, so finding one that fits isn't too difficult. He stretches a little bit before diving into the pool almost elegantly. Muscle memories, perhaps. He splashes around a bit, getting used to the strange quality to the water - he assumes from those chemicals they use to keep it clean for public use - before starting to swim properly. His strokes are even, although his leading arm droops a bit due to lack of practice.

After a couple laps, he does notice the odd branches off, hints of something new to explore. Why not indulge a bit, as he's already started... He never did any proper diving, but with a bit of magic, holding his breath shouldn't be too much of a problem.]


Floor Fourteen
[He's managed to find a corner to himself, playing one of the games while perched on a chair with his back straight, frighteningly good posture for something so casual as playing a game. He's intent on what he's doing, pressing the buttons with precision, a look of intense concentration lining his face.

It's such a strange hobby to have gotten into, but it's one that works on reflexes and timing and reactions, all things that are important to keep sharp. This is its own form of training in a way.]


Floor Nineteen
[He pores slowly over a rather decrepit tome, gloved fingers carefully holding the corners of pages. This book is one of his favourites, one filled with the complex magical runes of some long-dead civilization. It's something he's been working through slowly, and while he has a great many of his prized books he doesn't have all of the ones he was using to help him break the complex codes.

He's never backed down from a challenge, though, and while his progress has slowed, he's still made it. It's a good way to pass time, especially when the mazes and other features of the tower simply don't satisfy. There's not a lot of ways to further his own learning, so sometimes he simply must take matters into his own hands and challenge himself.]


Floor Twenty-Four
[He doesn't realize how lucky he is. He's simply staring at the walls of the apparently empty room, tapping them curiously every now and them as if searching for something.]


Floor Thirty-Three
[He's stooped over, examining the soil. It's dark and rich and loamy, perfect for growing things. While he's not terribly interested in such things himself, he's sure that others will find the land suitable. It's quiet, though, and being outdoors is comfortingly familiar. Even in desolate places such as the Keyblade Graveyard, feeling the wind and the sun at his back gave him a sense of progression.]


Anywhere else?
[Perhaps you cross paths between floors, or on your way somewhere else. He's not hard to miss, walking at his familiar, even gait while he counts his steps, hands clasped behind his back, yellow eyes intently studying everything around him. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, though, so perhaps engaging him isn't a problem.]

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floor 7

[viditlibertas]

For as long as he had watched over humanity, Alcor had wondered about one minor thing in particular- swimming. He understood the mechanical benefits, the reasons and the hard parts of it, but it had never really...made sense to him the fun value of it. Here he was, hovering over the chemically-tinted water, waiting for it to somehow explain to him how this was enjoyable. He hadn't even realized someone was under the surface when he began to touch down, releasing his hover and...

Promptly sinking like a rock to the bottom of the pool.

To say Alcor was confused would be an understatement; he'd not bothered to paddle, sure, but this was a new experience. He flew and moved about in space and the gravity of earth, so why was this so different? The water simply couldn't keep him up with how dense he was, it seemed.

It wasn't like the star could drowned, so he was a bit leisurely with pushing himself up and once again trying to use his magic to hover...in the water. It took a different amount of force, and a lot more blue glowing nonsense to get up, at which point he slowly made his way back up to the surface.

manual swimming is for wusses

oh god I screamed alcor why

[capax_infiniti]

When he saw Alcor plummet to the bottom of the pool he'd briefly broken the surface, mostly to gain momentum as he streaked back down to the bottom of the pool. However, it didn't seem entirely necessary, as the star didn't appear to be in any distress or drowning or anything like that. While he was trying to get back to the surface, it wasn't in any sort of frenzy or hurry.

His initial surprise wore off, after all there were countless worlds where such life could develop to be both at home in water as well as on land. Through magic he could survive easily underwater, after all...

The glowing blue stuff was of particular note though, and after a few moments he pushed himself back up to the surface to wait for Alcor, hoping to have a word with him.

don't worry citizen he is a .~*PROFESSIONAL*~.

[viditlibertas]

Alcor eventually broke the surface, shaking his hair out of his face from all the sticking it was doing to his face. That was a new sensation to be sure- or at least, it had been a long time since he'd physically manifested and stuck his mop of a head in any body of water.

Oh, hey, there was someone here after all. He'd thought he had felt something faintly, but had misassumed the distance. Oh, well. He bobbed upward, coming to hover over the surface of the pool and looking a lot like a drowned, formal, zigzaggy albino rat.

"Did I startle you?" The Shining One was always trying to remind him that appearing out of nowhere was "not cool", and it had taken so long for the lesson to start sinking in.

[Floor 19]

[miseris_socios]

[Ken wanders along the stacks of the library, looking for the section he's interested in. Since the history section is gone, he'll have to see if he can find what he needs in another section.]

[He manages to find a few books in the technology and arts sections that are relevant - there's a couple of books on metalworking and the technology of weapons. He needs to see if he can figure out how to make a better spear - or how to ask someone else how to make one for him.]

[But as he heads over to find a table, he spots Xehanort. He sets his books down and stares for a few moments, trying to decide if he should say hello or not. He looks like he's concentrating very hard.]

Re: [Floor 19]

[capax_infiniti]

[While he doesn't look up, he can feel someone approaching. Someone he's fought beside, a slightly familiar gait... someone younger, judging by the sound of their footsteps. He looks up after a moment, quickly, so as not to lose his place.]

Ah, Ken. Good day to you.

[miseris_socios]

[He nods a little, and heads closer.]

Hello. What are you reading?

[... Those symbols are all squiggly and he doesn't understand them.]

[Floor 14] Because I can't resist the call of the Mii.

[thanabro]

[Ryoji is feeling particularly down today, so he has decided to return to the Arisato sibling staple - music. ... He wants to stay away from the music room for a while, though, so he heads to the fourteenth floor to find something to listen to.]

[He pokes around for a bit, trying to decide what he's in the mood to listen to. His voice is quiet as he seems to be almost talking to himself.]

Thanatos, you don't have music that you like in particular, right?

[There's a pause.]

I guess that was a strange question to ask...

oh myyyyy

[capax_infiniti]

[He's not so serious about his games that he cares too much if he gets a game over... sometimes one must take losses just as well as victories. When he hears Ryoji talking to himself, he looks away from the game, fingers relaxing over the controls as he studies the young man.]

If you don't have anything you specifically enjoy, simply jumping into something new could be interesting.

[thanabro]

[He looks up quickly, a little startled. He hadn't noticed the man in the corner.]

Oh... yeah. It's just that I'm looking for some calming music... and I don't recognize some of these bands.

Seven!!

[notontheflowers]

[Reno's a Turk, and he grew up in a seaport as well as having recently swum a few miles in an ocean while bleeding. A pool.. is a wonderfully nice change of pace. He's never cared about the old or new scars that litter his body, though the newer are a bit stranger. Perfect spirals and what look like where something burrowed through him at some point.

He doesn't say much, but is definitely making sure that Xehanort doesn't do something completely stupid.]

[capax_infiniti]

[He has good swimming form. While he looks old, he's still surprisingly well-built and seems to be able to hold his own in the water easily enough. There's tense moments when he seems to stay underwater for just a bit too long, but he never seems to be in any distress when he does surface for air.

When he does notice Reno, he regards him carefully for a moment, floating lazily on his back and stabilizing with precise arm motions.]

Pleasant day for a swim.

24

[denigrator]

[There's a scientist there, drumming his own fingers: first against the wall, and then against the leg of his trousers. He has a case of vials with him, and without looking at Xenahort, he begins to take a scraping from the wall.

Not that he finds this room particularly interesting, but he's been taking at least one sample from each floor, for research purposes.]

[capax_infiniti]

[He's no stranger to the trappings of science, and doesn't comment on the action itself.]

Are you looking for anything in particular?

[notagiraffe]

[On the outside stair cases circling round the tower Taiki came across Xehanort. He pressed himself to the side of the tower, not quite looking at the man, more nightmares had taken their toll making Taiki even more nervous and awkward as usual.] Sorry

[A small nervous child might not be very interesting, but Xehanort can probably sense the fact that he is a being of pure light.]

[capax_infiniti]

[It's sort of like being hit with a brick made out of red-hot gold. There are beings like this where he's from, but they're a rare anomaly...

To run into one is both strange and fortuitous... perhaps there is potential for his plans yet...]

Do not worry, young man. I am not in a hurry, nor am I particularly bothered.

Floor Twenty Four

[moontothetide]

...after the various and sundry horrors of the tower that she's both seen and been told about, coming upon a seemingly empty room is still quite a jarring event. Tara has passed through this floor a couple of times already, but almost always at a fast walk or a run. There's something about it she doesn't like.

So finding Xehanort here is unexpected, and she stops at the base of the stairs, staring at him for several seconds. The fact that he looks to her to be searching for a secret door, much like she had on her first day, advances the possibility that he's not actually an outright threat.

"...w-what are you looking for?"

[capax_infiniti]

He turns at the sound of her voice. Ah, someone he doesn't recognize. It seems new people come in spurts and bursts at times, and he's been meeting a few of them lately. Not that he minds... those without preconceived notions of who he is are a high commodity.

"A sign or clue of what this floor's true purpose or intent is. It's highly unlikely that it is simply an empty, harmless place."

Floor 7

[disbear]

[As Xehanort dives, he would notice in the distance that he wasn't quite alone to begin with. Inside the water and far in front of him, something like a black and white torpedo is moving around the water, releasing a jet of foam behind him. His fond roommate has taken to swimming long before the old man came. As Monobear notices Xehanort, he gives a wave and with a clear voice, uninhibited by... well, being underwater... he says...]

Good morning, you bastard!

[Did I mention he's wearing a bikini?]

[capax_infiniti]

[When Monobear becomes visible, Xehanort recognizes him as his newest, rather odd, roommate. While he's interacted with non-humanoids on other worlds, Monobear is in something of a league of his own.

The bikini doesn't help much, outside of flashbacks to Atlantica oh dammit]

Good day indeed, my monochromatic acquaintance. How... do you find the water today?

Floor 19

[tortileghostwriter]

[After a bit of searching, David has managed to find a volume of literary criticism. Postmodern, too...a quick bit of flipping through suggests that yes, it was from an Earth that seemed to be--at least, relatively--close to his own. That was enough.

He steps out of the aisle he had been searching in, and spots the old man at a nearby table. Curious, he approaches. His shadow shifts and writhes, licking at his surroundings; it almost seems to cling briefly to objects it casts over.

The boy sits. When he speaks, there's an echo to it--an almost hollow quality.]

Interesting...

[looking at Xehanort's book more than anything. he's even more in the dark about it, but the age and unknown script alone are enough to further fuel his curiosity.]

[capax_infiniti]

[He looks up at the young man when he hears his voice, fingers stopping where they were tracing down the page he was looking at. A small smile curves the corners of his lips.]

It is indeed. Difficult, but very interesting. A scholar?

Floor 14

[evokingfool]

[Playing video games are always relaxing in their own ways. A temporary moment to forget about his worries to focus in another world.

If he can focus that much.

Entering the floor, he walks and looks around for a game that might catch his attention. Seeing an older man playing a game got his attention first. Out of curiosity, he walks over and watch the game.]

[capax_infiniti]

[It's a sort of real-time strategy game by the name of Planetforge. While he's not the best player, he does seem to have a good head for strategy. He wins some and loses some, but takes the losses in stride and moves on with ease, learning very well from those moments.

After a bit he leans back in his chair, taking a bit of a break before looking up.]

Good day, young man. Do you wish to use this machine?

Floor Fourteen

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Ganondorf was passing by and- What are you doing old man? Video games? That's an awful way to waste your time. The only ones he's seen playing those game so far are the derp kids.

Well... He just... Looks at Xehanort's ridiculously straight position for what's supposed to be a moment of relaxation. His pressing the buttons. The intense amount of focus for a game.

And he peeks at the screen to see whatever it is the old man is playing at. He better be winning at least. ]

Re: Floor Fourteen

[capax_infiniti]

[It's a real-time strategy style of game, by the name of Planetforge. He seems to be rather good at it, with the way he moves his units around and the strategies he sets up for the different missions.

He isn't completely engrossed in it, however, as he does speak without looking up after a few moments.]

My good fellow. It's been quite some time. How have you been?