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towerofanimus2012-05-18 09:07 pm
capax_infiniti) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-18 09:07 pm
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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.]
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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[A small nervous child might not be very interesting, but Xehanort can probably sense the fact that he is a being of pure light.]
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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.
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But his powers were gone completely at the moment due to his sponsoring during the labyrinth event and he was stuck in human form. He felt awkward about admitting he needed help, he didn't want to be an annoyance after all but the man had offered...] Yes please...
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[He reaches out, grabbing Taiki about the waist before lifting him as though he weighed nothing at all, settling him carefully before starting on across the broken and uneven stairs.]
Which way were you going? Up, or down?
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[He looked down nervously again] My name is Taiki...
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That is a fair amount of time, though. I feel I should commend you on such a milestone.
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I've been to a great many worlds, young man. One thing I've learned is that location is often of little matter when one considers the sum of their task. There are things one can do that do not require specific locations. I am well-suited here just as much as I would be at any of the other worlds I inhabited for any stretch of time.
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Why are you apologizing?
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