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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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"I'm afraid that perhaps my world did not share those names or patterns for the stars. Would it be amiss to request a map, perhaps..?"
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Like a dog, he abruptly shook his hair and "shirt" out, as much as it would come off his skin. Which, for a supposed garment, wasn't very far.
"I suppose I would also be waiting for your swim to be done, but I am patient."
seriously he loves uguuing over space okok
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guys stop bonding over knowledge sobbing forever
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"Do you have anything I could record on?"
no best bonding 0k0k
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"Not here, unfortunately. Perhaps if we retired to one or the other of our rooms, we could share appropriately? Or if a more neutral ground is desired, there are libraries or study areas. They are all quite appropriate for the sharing of information."
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As long as nyarlathotep doesn't show up. Which would be just his damn luck.
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"Perhaps the study area, then. It should be mercifully empty. I have rarely seen others have a need for the space, so we should be able to speak easily enough there. If I may, I will collect some items for the ease of sharing information as well?" He gestured towards the door to the changing room, indicating that they should reconvene.
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"I will make sure to meet you there, then. Take your time, please."
And with little in terms of formal tact, Alcor...glowed blue and disappeared. Apparently, teleported somewhere.
...
He's still learning that such is rude behavior, sorry Xehanort.
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Stars. It's almost exciting, the prospect of learning something new, something intriguing and far removed from what he already knows. He quickly portals back to his room in order to attire himself properly and gather some writing materials and paper.
Once everything is prepared he portals up to the study area, looking to see if Alcor is already there or if he has arrived first.
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"Stairs are quite the inconvenience, aren't they?" It was only a small joke, but he was in a good mood and was going to get to gush about his brothers. The situation more than called for it.
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Xehanort quickly set out some paper and some freshly-sharpened quills. While he'd used various other means of writing, he preferred the feel and style of an actual quill. It would be a sad day when he sharpened these ones their last time... a fresh pot of ink as well. It was a precious commodity here, but the occasion called for it.
It was almost sad that the other wouldn't recognize the use of precious resources, but he was more than willing to use them for something of this momentousness.