towerofanimus | candy, candy, candy candy candy...

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[ou] danielle phantom

candy, candy, candy candy candy...

Characters: Terra-Xehanort, Aqua (OU), Terra (AU), and anyone else who wants to poke him
Setting: Various
Format: Action, prose is okay if you'd rather as I'll switch
Summary: A dude is looking for candy. A couple times people spend time with him. Maybe you do too.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Two prompts are closed to certain people, the other one is open to everyone.

[FLOOR 48 - Aqua

So far it had been all right, though the novelty was wearing off. The past few floors he'd been a bit careless... but it had been worth it so far. Now it was time to consider the next floor... this had been a good way to catalogue mass floors at once, after all. He gets on the elevator, and selects the number of the floor at random. 48 seems like a nice arbitrary number, considering his location... and thus he stands to wait for the elevator to finish its trip.]

[DAY 25 - Terra

Trying to ignore the thoughts of candy and searching, trying to avoid other people who might be looking... he was tired of it all. He'd been looking for five days already, and it was getting increasingly less effective. Now, he instead listlessly wanders the hallways to distract himself, not venturing onto floors, trying to avoid anything to do with the event.]

[Maybe you're looking for candy too! He's definitely looking for candy, as well as interesting places to look for it. Perhaps you bump into him on the way between floors... he'd like a diversion or to stop and chat with an acquaintance. He certainly has his hands full, if nothing else!]

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[He's wandering around, pockets full of spoils, glancing around casually though he's wound down a bit as he doesn't think he can find any more that day. Still, it's all right... getting a bit dull though.

He's aware of his new stalker, and after a moment he turns a corner then pauses, waiting to see if his follower will come after him and thus smack into him directly.]

[Yep, this guy is definitely after something, but what? There's nothing there! Lorelei makes certain to investigate one or two of the places Xehanort checks just to be sure and sure enough, nothing is there.

It's baffling.

As his current not-quite-stalking-victim rounds a corner, Lorelei doesn't follow immediately. It isn't anything like a deliberate plan, more simply seeing to one of those spots where he'd noted someone looking. But that does him precisely zip for good at all, and he trundles on, hoping to catch up before Xehanort gets too far out of sight.

And Xehanort hasn't actually gone that far at all! And by the sudden undignified noise and backpedaling, he really didn't expect the silver-haired fellow to be right there!]

[Aha, there! It hadn't been immediate, but he had been followed. He glanced at the stranger... who looked oddly familiar actually. Hadn't he spoken with this fellow before? Or maybe someone who looked like him. There were a lot of people in the tower, after all...

Nevertheless, his hands went akimbo and he gave a bit of a scowl.]

Is there something I can help you with?

[There are no less than three people running around who look like him, it wouldn't be surprising if Xehanort had caught one or two as time has gone past. This one looks incredibly startled.

And as Xehanort scowls, his expression immediately goes apologetic and a little anxious, hands rising in placation. There's not a trace of hostility or malice or even threat.]

I'm sorry!

[He didn't ...actually say that. Aloud. There's no use of a mouth to speak anyway, but he's still perfectly hearable.]

I just ... uh, I wanted. Oh wow, this is really embarrassing, uhm, I saw you wandering around looking for things and I have no idea what you were looking for because I never saw anything at all and I really looked too so I thought maybe I'd just follow you a while and see if maybe you'd find something so I knew what you were after and ...

[No pause. When you don't have to breathe in order to speak you can ramble very quickly for a very long amount of time. Thankfully Lorelei seems to realize he's doing it and stops suddenly, eyes wide.]

I don't mean any harm, I swear.

[Well, that was only partially the expected reaction.. hum. Though it seems odd that this person can't tell what's going on. While sometimes the candy is hidden, other times it's quite easy to find.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of the candies he's found.]

It's candy. We're looking for candy. Here.

[Oo, candy! Lorelei had very little experience with candy but he was sure it was absolutely amazing! Which means for a few moments he looks intensely curious as to what Xehanort might be pulling out!

...

... except there isn't anything there.

Very slowly, Lorelei reaches up and scratches the back of his own head, brow furrowing in obvious puzzlement.]

I don't mean to be rude, but um, you don't have anything.

[This is seriously awkward. Is this a practical joke?]

[For a moment he takes Lorelei at face value, perhaps he had missed grabbing some out. However, when he closes his hand, he can feel the candy there and he opens it again, inspecting it.]

What do you mean? It's right here.

[He pokes one of the gummy fishes with a finger.]

[Very cautiously Lorelei also reaches out to poke the gummy fish with a finger. Except his cautious poke goes straight through the aforementioned deliciously candy fish, as if it's not there at all.

As far as he can tell he's just poking Xehanort's hand. The tone his not-speaking takes becomes even more bewildered, and a touch wounded.]

Are you sure? I don't think there's really anything there. I mean.. look.

[Pokepokepoke. The fish refuse to acknowledge his existence.]

[That'...s really weird and he scowls furiously. It's right there, how can he not see it? It even squishes!]

I don't know what you mean. It's right here. Here, open your mouth...

[Lorelei stares at the empty hand again for several long moments. It could just be something he can't quite pick up on, some result of him not being human.

It seems to make him a little unhappy. He brightens back up again shortly though.]

They might be hallucination candies! But okay!

[At least he's obedient. No candy will find its way into his mouth, but he's perfectly willing to try! What if it was a taste but not touch or sight candy??]

[And an amusing scene of attempting to insert the candy into Lorelei's mouth commences. No matter how hard he tries, somehow it just won't go in.]

What are you doing? Hold still!

I'm not moving!

[It's a conspiracy. Because Lorelei really wants to try some of this mystery candy.

Some things are not meant to be. It results in a fierce scowl as he crosses his arms over his chest.]

Is this some sort of humans only thing? That's not very fair if it is! ..Or if it's just a trick, that wouldn't be very nice either.

[... Naw, people can't be that mean.]

[Oh... that's more interesting than attempting to insert candy into Lorelei's mouth]

... you're not human?

[Lorelei, meanwhile, is more focused on candy. It's not there! Which means the look Xehanort is given is a little nonplussed.]

Do I look human?

[There's one of those pauses. The ones that come when someone realizes that perhaps they just said something very silly a little too late.]

Oh. Right, I guess I do now, don't I. Sorry.

You rather do.

[For a moment, Xehanort returns the nonplussed look, though at the aggregate's further outburst it softens slightly.]

This isn't your natural form then?

It's easier to forget than I expected.

[He scratches the side of his head for a moment, looking a bit contrite, but brightens right back up.]

Normally I don't really have a physical form at all! Imagine more of a ... mm, condensed fog bank. What about you? You're human, yes? But your coloration's a bit different.

Is everyone from your world like that?

[Maybe he finds this idea really cool. Sentient fog clouds!]

Ah... [and he holds up a hand. It's true, most of the people here seem to have much paler skin than he does.] It is... I guess the world I'm from has people with dark skin like this. I couldn't really tell you much about it, unfortunately.

No. There's only seven ... mm, actually technically there's eight like me, and the rest is humans and animals and monsters and such.

[Lorelei certainly has paler skin than he does, but redheads did tend to be on the pale side to begin with.]

...You don't know? Are you more displaced than most of us, then?

Ah... how curious. Are you revered for your magical abilities or such things?

[And a chuckle, and he holds his arms behind his back with his fingers interlaced.]

My memories are, if nothing else. I've been a blank slate since arriving here.

Not really.

[Lorelei smiles then, quick and brief and it's not ...quite a happy expression.]

But the song I gave them is very much revered.

[The idea of a 'blank slate' takes some moments to grasp, as it takes him that long to find something to equate it to. How terrible, to have no memories!]

Are you a replica, then? They don't usually have memories at birth either. Though you're pretty articulate and well-coordinated for a new replica..

[Lorelei leans a little closer, peering intently, but as Xehanort's not made of fonons he really can't tell if he might be a replica or not.]

Yet you are not pleased about such a thing... why?

[Then again, those who give gifts to humanity are often regretful later. Humanity seems to have the remarkable ability to use things in the worst possible ways.]

A replica..? [He cocks his head slightly.] I have no idea. I don't think I even know what a replica is, outside of the idea of what the word means. You have... copies of people on your world too?

They took my song and cut out the parts they didn't like and hid them from everyone else, then lost the ending entirely. Without it, the song only sounded like what they wanted to hear.

[This, for any musician, is a terrible thing. Lorelei says it with utmost sobriety. It was important to him that it stay intact, and it wasn't.]

Ahh, well, that's about it really! Copies of people and other things. The copy looks like the one they were copied from, but their personalities tend to be unique when they're allowed to develop them. It's pretty recent! I'm sorry I can't tell you for sure if you are a replica or not, you're not made of the same things the people in my world are. Hm, but memory loss..!

[Lorelei didn't like that, memory was part of his aspect.]

You haven't seen a doctor yet have you? Maybe you hit your head really hard.

There must have been a reason why they would do such a thing. An extreme reason, perhaps, but to just randomly do such a thing seems rather odd.

[He's certain there's more to it. Why would people fuss over music so much?]

If you can't tell, then I'm not from your world... and probably not a replica either...

[And a bit of a snort at that last part.]

I don't think that's related to it at all, really.

Human nature, I think. Most humans like focusing on the good things and pretending the bad doesn't happen or isn't possible.

[It's more than just a song, but from the sound of things, they just took Lorelei's music and cut out the unpleasant parts. That might not seem so awful, except the song is a prophecy and cutting out the bad parts ...well.]

Other worlds have replicas too, I've been told. I just don't know how to identify them. If it does turn out that you're a replica though, it doesn't mean you're a lesser person or not as good as what came before. All things considered you might be better than they were. ..Just if it comes up.

[He doesn't know for sure, but there seems to be a theme replicas have to deal with. The snort draws a brief flutter of hands.]

Maybe it isn't! But maybe it is. I've heard of people losing their memories from being hit in the head before. It must be terrible.

That's true enough. If they don't like something, people will go out of their way to make sure they don't have to deal with it... [But it still seems extreme to clip out pieces of a song. There has to be more to it than just a song if it's so upsetting and gives the redhead such a sour view.] I'm sorry that they ruined your song because they didn't like parts of it. I'm sure it was lovely in its entirety.

Other worlds as well? How strange... I suppose the method is different, then, if your world uses specific things to make them.

[A pause as he considers.]

I don't think being a replica would be a bad thing. Especially not here. It would just be strange. Wouldn't one know if they were a replica? How does one not know the fundamentals of themselves? Even I could pull a name from the void of my mind...

I haven't suffered any trauma like that. I simply came to here, as we all do, with no recollection.

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