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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.
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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.]

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[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.]

[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?

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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...]

[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?!

[Nope, it's definitely not clothing settling. Or even a monster, for the standard generic definition of monster. Just Xemnas, though really having a stranger lurking about isn't all that comforting either, especially when they're very obviously watching you.

Or in this case, watching Xehanort.

As Xehanort glances around, it becomes rapidly apparent that yes, he isn't even remotely alone. If the younger man hasn't even discovered mirrors yet, there's probably nothing at all recognizable about the Nobody patiently observing. Only when he's finally spotted does Xemnas actually shift in a slow rustle of leather, to simply languidly raise one hand, and wiggle fingers in an approximation of a wave.

Then clasp his hands behind his back and return to watching. How far had this younger self gotten? Through Ansem's apprenticeship? Before? Not after, certainly..]

[His eyes go big for a moment when he finally spies his observer. He mimics the wave, more of a sort of distracted wag of the hand than anything resembling a proper greeting. It's strange, this person here... how long had they been there? Were they watching him?

He shifts, turning to face the stranger properly.]

Is there something I can help you with? Or were you coming to look for clothes as well?

[Though that coat sure looks nice... on second thought, he doesn't even really need clothes, does he?]

[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.

['Why' can be summed up by 'as close to intense curiosity as Xemnas is actually capable of getting'. Which compared to a normal person isn't all that much but it keeps him in place. The complete lack of recognition that the younger man has is telling in its own way too. Xemnas was older and had very different clothing, but there was no mistaking their resemblance.

Either Xehanort had never encountered a mirror, or he was far better than Xemnas at feigning a lack of knowledge.]

Yes. There is in fact something you can help me with.

[He doesn't clarify. Aside from raising one eyebrow, no comment comes for finding new clothes. What was wrong with what he was wearing? It was a very nice coat, thank you, and had a whole uniform below it, nice and comfortable and practical for all occasions and weather.

People should envy that coat.]

What do you call yourself?

[This is an important question, and not quite 'what is your name'. If Xemnas' appearance was unfamiliar, his voice likewise was probably going to be.]

[For a moment his eyes narrow, the clothes forgotten. There's something odd about this whole situation that he can't put his finger on, as though he's missing several key pieces.

This thought annoys him and he scowls for a moment, shoving some clothes out of the way.

At least the question posed is one he can answer. He's already found that answer within himself. It was the only thing he could find.]

Xehanort. And yourself?

[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?

An interesting name. Are you sure it's yours?

[After a moment, there's a brief, negating gesture with one hand.]

Unimportant. Xehanort, then. You may call me Xemnas.

[Not that Xemnas claims it's his actual name, it's just what he's called. There are fine and important differences, though the differences may only be important to him. Although finding any emotion at all in his voice is a difficult task, there seems to be a thread of amusement in it, and against all odds, he seems to recognize the younger man.]

I assume you've only recently awoken here. There was nothing else for you to wear in the box at the end of your bed, that you have to scavenge like a common -- [A pause.] I suppose there's something to be said for hand me downs.

[His tone changes, almost solicitous.]

Do you require assistance in finding something suitable?

[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.]

[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.]

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.

[His frown deepens, defensively.]

It's perhaps the one thing I can be completely certain of.

[He's not sure how he feels about being brushed off, but there's an odd feeling that Xemnas gives off that makes him shiver and makes his heart beat faster. He's not sure how he feels about that... or the simple casual familiarity with which Xemnas speaks to him.]

Was there supposed to be something in that box? It was completely empty.

There are a lot of clothes. I will take some time to find something that isn't... [and he gestures at the pile of garments he's rejected.]

As you say, then.

[Xemnas won't argue it. It's interesting, a curiosity to poke at. One day he'd like to know how his younger self knew his name was Xehanort, as that period of his life was incredibly fuzzy. The apprenticeship was clear and sharp, but waking? Not so much.

He was pretty sure he got carried around like a lamb might be carried by a shepherd. It was disconcerting, even at that point he wasn't exactly a small person.]

Mine had various things in it. It's interesting to know this doesn't stand so for everyone.

[Another one of those pauses, and a ghost of a smile. Well there's one way he can handle this, whether or not Xehanort was possibly simply a simulation.]

If you find nothing that suits you, I will loan you one of my own uniforms. It may be a little large.. [Xehanort didn't have a decade of growing and physical exercise added on yet. Yet.] But I can guarantee it will be of benefit. It's the least I can do for a kinsman. Besides which..

[The heaps of clothes are given a dubious look.]

I mislike the idea of wearing things of dubious origin. Forcing another to endure it would be uncouth.

Oh! So you have am..amnesha! What can you remember then?! Can you remember your name?!

Perhaps mine was empty so that there would be nothing there to remind me of what came before.

[Of course that implies that this amnesia is intentional, which he has no evidence of outside of this potentiality. He's not going to argue it or anything like that. It's simply something he has to take in stride, desire to know notwithstanding.

At the offer he cocks his head slightly, taking in the look of Xemnas's outfit. Or rather, the coat, as that's all that he can tell, outside of the boots and gloves.]

Is that coat your uniform, or is there more beneath? Either way, I like the look of it.

[He can't help but chuckle. Ah, the curiosity of youth... though he's not much better himself.]

That's right. That's a very good word to know.
The one thing I do remember is my name. I'm Xehanort. What's your name, little miss?

Or perhaps there simply was nothing from before worth having.

[Xemnas was of the opinion that there was little Terra had that was worth keeping. Especially those horrible pants. The bodysuit was awful, but they were an improvement over the pants. Whether there was anything worth remembering was another matter, and would depend on exactly how much was forgotten.

That too would have to be found out.]

No. There are boots, pants, belt, vest, and gloves as well. Lined to prevent anything like chafing, though some prefer shirts. One may do without the belt but one never knows when having a belt on hand may be useful.

[Xemnas was proud - as much as he could be - of those uniforms. It might have been Xehanort's design originally, but he improved upon it.]

It has many uses beyond simply being articles of clothing. You may however find something to your liking here.

[There is something in his tone that suggests this is probably not going to happen or at least isn't even remotely ideal.]

[Not that Yotsuba thought that it was a bad thing to ask a lot of questions.]

It is! I don't know a lot of words, but that's because I'm little! Yotsuba will know all of them when I grow up! And I'm Yotsuba Koiwai! It's nice to meet you Xeh..Xeyanort!

[That's a possibility he hadn't even thought of, that his previous life was simply rubbish. It might explain a few things... but he still dislikes the empty feeling in his mind where there should have been something.]

Many uses? Such as..?

[His curiosity has been piqued. The clothing around them has been forgotten for the moment in the wake of this new potential supergarment.]

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Floor 99

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[Floor 47]

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