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[terra_nullius]

Characters: Terra-Xehanort and anyone who wants to find him
Setting: Dorm Room 1-08, Floor 99, Floor 83, Floor 47, Floor 77, and the Elevator and Cafeteria.
Format: Will match whatever you reply with.
Summary: Terra-Xehanort wakes up and has no clue what's going on so it's clearly time to explore.
Warnings: None currently. feels weird not to use the xehanort warning

Room 1-08

[When the sleep paralysis finally wears off he curls, clutching his head briefly as though fighting off a rather nasty headache. A few minutes later he uncurls, sitting up and looking around in confusion.

Nothing looks familiar, but that isn't saying much. Words come to mind to describe the surroundings... but his mind is blank. Completely. No memories spring forth to tell him what is going on. The pages left to him give no solace, merely stating that whatever he didn't remember has been destroyed.

Slowly he gets up, a bit unsteadily at first as he attempts to find his footing. There has to be people around. Perhaps they knew what was going on]

Floor 99

[It's exciting at first, as there's so much to look at, and he eagerly wanders over to the prominent formations to take a look. Examining the crystals here proves to be a bit painful, try as he might. There's something about the infinite depths, however, that sticks in his mind even as it hurts his eyes. However, there are plenty of spots to sit, or even curl up if one doesn't mind the dampness. He finds one such spot and claims it for his own, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his forearms as he tries to think more about what's going on.

Of course, nothing comes of it. What does one expect from the void?]

Floor 83

[Oh... something that isn't a white skin-tight jumpsuit that leaves little to the imagination. This seems like a good idea, though he's not picky. He begins to stort through the piles of clothes, looking for something roughly his size. Whatever that his. He holds up random shirts against his chest, checking to see how big they are, before continuing on his search through the massive piles.]

Floor 77

[This looks vaguely relaxing. He's not sure if he was ever interested in this sort of thing, but for the moment it seems like a nice idea. There doesn't seem to be anyone around, so he pushes into the mixed area. The locker there surprises him, as if they were expecting him... ah, but then again, they clearly must have been, if he was here instead of whatever passed for the ruin of where he came from. Tying a towel around his waist he pushes into the sauna proper, flopping onto one of the ledges to soak up the heat.]

Floor 47

[There's nothing there at first, just the curtains, and he wanders through aimlessly. A flicker out of the corner of his eye... did he see something move? The rustle of fabric... the pitter of footsteps. Is something else there? He begins to move in a calculated fashion, as though tracking from the sounds... until at last he stands before one of the curtains, an almost pleased expression on his face.]

You thought you could hide... well, I've found you.

[And he reaches out to pull open the curtain and reveal his quarry.]


Elevator, and Obligatory Cafeteria

[After everything his stomach announces that it's hungry, and he decides to indulge it if only to get it to be silent. It's a long way to the cafeteria... longer than expected, and dull. There isn't much to look at in there, and he's not really sure he wants to go scouring the darkness inside his head again.

When the doors finally open he shuffles into the cafeteria, glancing at the menu briefly. Before he can even order anything, though, he's presented with the classic starting dish. No amount of attempted arguing or cajoling or anything seems to make a difference. It's thrust at him until he finally relents and takes it.]

Comments

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[firstnothing]

[Xemnas had his own explorations to attend to. It was a big tower, and he wanted to be able to get to any floor within it fairly easily. That this wasn't possible did nothing to dissuade his efforts therein. Some floors, powers didn't work; this was problematic, and meant he had to walk, which was ordinarily fine except for endless stairs. The rest is teleportation. He'd begun at the top and patiently worked his way downward. 74 was a favorite, but he'd already been there.

83 was not one he'd been to yet.

Ganta had mentioned something about the clothing, but memory failed as to exactly what. Stepping onto the eighty-third floor reveals lots and lots and lots of clothes and little else, which doesn't particularly.. interest Xemnas. He had his uniform. He had several copies of it in fact. Why did he need anything here?

Except there's movement, as he turns to head for Eighty-Two, which makes him pause. Someone else is here and rummaging about.

When Xemnas actually finds and scrutinizes the person doing the rummaging, he stays right where he is. He recognizes his own features and coloration, even if they're far younger. Nothing is said. Not a word, not a peep, not even a rustle to betray his presence if Terranort isn't paying attention. He simply clasps his hands behind his back and observes.]

[terra_nullius]

[The Nobody does nothing to betray his presence, and thus Xehanort simply continues to rummage through clothes. There's quite a big pile of rejects, colours that are too bright, or odd patterns. It's as though he's looking for something specific that he can't quite place. He stops to hold up a yellow button-down shirt against himself for a moment before chucking it into one of the discard piles, muttering to himself for a moment.

A pair of simple black pants of a stout and durable construction catches his eye and he stretches out his legs for a moment to test to see if the length is all right. They're a bit long, but they could work if he rolled the ends, and he sets them aside as potentials.]

[firstnothing]

[Chances are good that if he knew what the pitfall of this particular floor is, Xemnas would at least extend a warning. But whoever heard of clothing making someone act like an animal? No-one's warned him, thus it's not exactly easy for him to tell anyone else what'll happen as soon as Xehanort chooses his replacement non-white-skintight outfit.

It becomes rapidly apparent that this strangely younger variation of himself (1) has a heart, at least one, and (2) is beans at sensing darkness. That's an interesting state to be in, and settles Xehanort into a very narrow time range indeed.

There is a soft, disgusted snort at the yellow button down shirt. Yellow is so not their color. At least Xehanort has the sense to toss it away.]

[terra_nullius]

[For a moment the younger man pauses. He thinks he's heard something, though he's not sure what. There hadn't been anyone else in this odd place... perhaps it was clothing sliding from one of the piles to settle on the floor. He turns his head just slightly, looking this way and that, then turning back towards the doorway just in case someone else had come in...]

Room 1-08 of course

[darkestsatisfaction]

[Kiryu had noticed the disappearance of one of the name tags for their room a few days earlier - the metal punk kid is gone and good riddance probably - he can't recall talking much to him, but there are too many fools in this place anyways.

He is however pleasantly surprised to see it replace with another name, one that is quite familiar. They hadn't talked much either, but certainly enough for Kiryu to respect him - Xehanort had certainly been far from the fools of the light - and so he is quite cheerful as he swings open the door to greet his old-new room mate-]

Why, welcome back to hell, old-

[-only to cut himself off when he see just who is sitting on the freed up bed (or rather who isn't). He narrows is eyes in confusion, frowning heavily as he stares at the newcomer because seriously...]

...And who the fuck are you?

I almost feel bad for kiryu

[terra_nullius]

[He'd noted the other articles around which clearly meant he was in someone else's living space. Or sharing it. When the door opened he turned to see who was coming with keen interest... but of course there was no recollection of the individual in question.

In response to the Angry Man, a word bubbled up from the void. Something that he felt he should know almost intimately. My name, he decided. The only thing that had been left to him from whatever had taken it all away.]

... Xehanort. Who are you? Who were you expecting?

Hehehehe

[darkestsatisfaction]

[Kiryu isn't really angry - not yet - as much as irritated and just utterly confused. Xehanort is so weird a name that Kiryu honestly doubts that more than one set of parents could come up with it.

...

Though with the tower being the place that it is, this could be one of those weird time line/alternate universe things. Maybe. Possibly. Hell, Kiryu has no idea - he has never had much reason to think about it, beyond considering that it's possible here.]

Kiryu. ...I used to know an old man that went by that name. He disappeared a while ago.

[A while, a year, who cares. And needless to say that that's who he had been expecting, right?]

[terra_nullius]

[Well, that explains it. He'd been expecting whoever this old Xehanort was, and of course had an unexpected surprise.]

Sorry I'm not the guy you were expecting. I don't know what sort of relationship you two had. Maybe I can make up for it somehow.

[Or maybe he just wants to hear more about this other Xehanort. Finding someone else who shares your name is always interesting.]

Floor 99

[sunflowerfairy]

[Yotsuba often came to the crystal floor in order to restock on sling ammo so that she could deal with any monsters and bad people she came across. However, that thought flew out of her head when she saw someone sitting and looking that the crystals. Enoch said that they hurt your eyes, so it wasn't good to look at them! Maybe this person didn't know!

Wanting to help this man, Yotsuba ran up to him, averting her gaze from any nearby crystals.]

Don't look at the crystals! They'll really hurt your eyes! And are you a good person?!

[terra_nullius]

[Of all the things he could have expected, a child running up to him was the last thing he could have thought of. Yet here it was, and he almost jumped from how he'd been focusing on the crystals. His head ached, so perhaps there was some merit to her words...]

So it would seem. Thank you for your announcement, young lady.

[The second part of her question makes him laugh.]

I couldn't tell you. I don't know myself.

[sunflowerfairy]

[Not many people expected to see a five-year-old in a place like this. Yet, here she was. While she smiled when he said thanks for her advice, she wasn't quite sure why he didn't know if he was a bad person or not.]

You're welcome! But how come you don't know?! Do you know what bad and good are?

[terra_nullius]

I know what the words mean, yes. As for anything else, I simply do not know. I have no recollection [he corrects himself, she is a child after all] - memories of anything before waking up here.

[Floor 47]

[earthshards]

[Another elevator ride, and another wave of... something to distract Terra on the way down. What was that echo? It wasn't unlike the echo he felt when he was around his younger double, but it was different enough that he was curious. What floor...?

He sees the floor number, and swears to himself.] Great... hope whoever this is doesn't do anything stupid...

[He flips the hood of his coat up and Corridors onto the floor, lowering it again once he's properly on the floor and out of the corridor. He follows the echo the best he can, occasionally catching a glimpse of movement as he makes his way around the sheets and curtains -

And stops cold the second he sees what looks like a younger Xemnas in on of those skin-tight suits everyone wakes up in yanking back a curtain.

Shit - Uruk-hai. Calling his Keyblade now, turning it into that broadsword form he had practiced, and proceeding to run up, pull the wayward new guy back out of the, and place himself between said new guy and the oncoming sword swing of the revealed orc-like creature.

The 'clang' that sounds as metal meets metal is enough of an indicator that yes, this person is real, that sword that he's blocking and the one he's blocking with are real enough (so to speak), and that a certain someone just narrowly avoided death by curiosity.] Get to the elevator! I'll hold this thing off!

[Well. That sure sounded like an order. Whether it'll be heeded or not is up in the air, though.]

[terra_nullius]

[The curtain is pulled back and it takes a moment to register the thing behind it as rather non-human. He opens his mouth to say something, but there isn't really a chance to even take in the breath to have the oxygen to make a remark before there's someone else there. Or rather, has forcibly inserted themselves into the situation, as he tumbles backwards from the momentum of being pulled out of the way.

It all happened so quickly that he blinks once or twice to make sure that things really are as they seem. Indeed they are, as whoever the person is who seems to be engaging the monster has a rather large sword-like weapon.

He's sure he was given a pithy command to run but he doesn't care. He rolls into a sitting position, and watches.]

[earthshards]

[Well, if observation is something you're after, Terra's not exactly keen on delivering.

If it was still the old man piloting, then he didn't want to reveal more of his current ability set than his use of the Keyblade-turned-broadsword already hinted at.

If this wasn't the old man, but rather, the young man that had been 'born' when he placed that seal on their hearts... he didn't want to put that young man in danger. Which fighting in close proximity certainly would.

He pushes forward with the blade, shoving the other and it's owner back through the curtain it had been behind, and then teleports behind, not wanting to disturb the sheets and curtains himself and cause more monsters to appear - knowing his luck, it'd be something worse.

This carries on for a few minutes, out of view with the curtains and sheets in the way - lots of clanging, the occasional green light of a Cura spell being used, and pained groaning and shouting of a very inhuman nature (and occasionally, a few pained noises from Terra as the thing gets in a few hits of it's own).

A few more minutes of this, and then a... death-cry, for lack of a better term, a 'thump' of a body hitting the floor, with softer clanging of armor hitting the floor. Another flash of green light, and another half minute pass, before Terra walks back into view, the broadsword he'd been using gone and the blade of the Uruk-hai claimed... as a trophy? As his own? Whatever, he has the sword with him.

Dude, why are you sitting. Raising an eyebrow now.] You didn't run.

[What is it with Xehanorts and their curiosity getting the better of their self-preservation instincts?]

[terra_nullius]

[It's almost disappointing, really, and after a few moments Xehanort begins to creep forward, intent on peeking through the curtain to see what's causing the light show. Just as his hand closes on the fabric there's the loud sound of something hitting the floor, and it's safe to assume that the monster has been defeated. Muttering angrily under his breath he quickly sits down again, waiting for whoever it was to make their appearance. Perhaps he could just grill them the normal way.

Eventually the person does come out, though minus their weapon (how peculiar).]

I wanted to see what would happen. It was very disappointing.

floor 47;

[keybearer]

[Why did he decide to come here again? He knows how dangerous this floor is. How one wrong move risks unleashing vicious monsters...

Maybe it's just boredom guiding him or that urge to hone his skills. Regardless of why he's ventured on thsi floor, his thoughts come grinding to a halt the minute he spots Xehanort. Nevermind how much he resembles Terra. The fact that he's reaching for the curtain sets off alarm bells in his head. His feet start moving before he realizes it, dragging him closer and closer. His Keyblade flashes into his grip, and he shouts:]

Don't touch that curtain!

[But it's too late, isn't it?]

[terra_nullius]

[Unfortunately, yes. Even as his head jerks around to see who's yelling at him, he's already tugged the curtain aside. The monster inside roars, catching his attention again, and he turns to stare up at it. Clearly he wasn't expecting anything like that, and he takes a rather fast step back, before attempting to throw himself out of the way of its attack.]

[keybearer]

[Darn it! Why's it always gotta be so difficult? Gritting his teeth, Riku dashes forward, cloaks his Keyblade in flames, and hurls it straight at the monster. If he's gonna have to fight this thing, there's no way he'll pull any punches.]

You stay back! I'll cover this thing.

[Provided it doesn't tear him limb from limb in the process.]

Cafeteria

[doc_brown]

[ Doc didn't have much free time now that he had to conduct the collar-fluid researches, but eating was something he refused to sacrifice in the name of science. After all, starving wouldn't help things to be quicker. No matter how bad the food usually was. But at least this month the food was particularly good thanks to Riki's skill with the glamour.

He entered the Cafeteria-- This was when he became witness to the sad spectacle of Xehanort trying to get something else than the awful oatmeal, only to be rejected at every turn. He deduced the young man was probably new. ]

Great Scott, they never change!

[ Doc approached him and shook his head, looking at the oatmeal as if it was the source of all evil in this tower. ]

I am afraid you will have to take this dish and eat it. White oats are forced upon all those who are new to the tower!

[terra_nullius]

[After everything, being approached by someone who wasn't screaming was almost a novelty, but he still jumped a little anyway. The oatmeal in hand... a necessity, apparently.]

Everyone eats this? Has no one refused?

[doc_brown]

[ He sighed and looked at the oatmeal with the same expression as before. That thing really tasted bad. ]

Many have refused of course! At least I think they have... But not eating the oatmeal prevents the ingestion of any other kind of nutriments, so we don't have much of a choice!

Elevator

[derping]

[Elevator rides are really long, and really boring. There was just no getting around that. The trip down the stairs was also really long and boring, and there was a decent chance of getting killed on top of that, so the elevator was really the best option by a landslide.

Having someone else to ride with with makes the whole experience a lot better, though - or more interesting, at least - which is why he's happy when someone else finally gets on.

At first glimpse, Sora thinks of Terra, but the thought leaves his mind as quickly as it entered when he takes a better look. That's the same coat that Terra wears, though, along with other people from his world (or worlds...universe? he's never been able to figure out how to think about it). Does that mean this guy is from there, too?

Of course Sora, being Sora, doesn't hesitate to strike up a conversation.]

Nice coat.

[And, since this particular Sora has never actually had a bad experience with someone wearing that kind of coat (unless awkward conversations with a grumpy Roxas counted), he can say that with a completely relaxed tone - he's just needed something to comment on, really.]

[terra_nullius]

[He only looks up briefly when he sees the strange kid get on. He doesn't say anything, choosing to look back down. This ride was long enough as it was... he wasn't sure what to say to someone at all.

Of course, when Sora does break the ice he looks up, blinking a little in surprise at being addressed, but then managing to crack a smile.]

Thanks. I just got it. It's way better than that white thing we arrive in. [He tugs at it fondly.] I really like it.

[derping]

Yeah, that jumpsuit thing was terrible. When I came here, I got rid of mine as soon as I could!

[He wasn't even sure where it was now. It probably vanished during that giant whale attack or something. No big loss there.

Still, if someone gave this guy that coat...now he was curious.]

Say, who'd you get it from?

[He keeps running through who it could have possibly been - Xion didn't have hers anymore, and she was a lot smaller than this guy anyway. Riku still had his, and Terra probably did, too...was he forgetting someone?]