01

[requital]

Characters: Zexion, open
Setting: Dorm 1-08 → Floor Three → Dining hall
Format: Action brackets to start, following with either
Summary: Zexion arrives, sniffs around, hits the library, sniffs some more, then eats oatmeal.
Warnings: None

[Zexion awakes, waits for the sleep paralysis to pass, reads the letters, then promptly prepares himself with the trunks' possessions and departs for the third floor. A multitude of scents assault his nose on the way. There are many in the Tower; some are familiar, including a few whose names are on the tip of his tongue, but most are new. He proceeds with care and caution so as to avoid being seen.

Seating himself before a network terminal deep on the third floor, he burrows into the backlogs. Never mind the books. It's imperative that he learn as much as possible while unable to utilize the Corridors of Darkness to a worldly extent, and the library provides a more private atmosphere than the halls of the dormitory. A great deal of time passes. He reads and listens in silence, pausing for the heavier information to sink in as he balances the new-found knowledge. Certainly, with all this rich (yet unreliable) information floating around in public, he can inwardly justify the impossible presence of certain scents and why some seem different. Even his.

He spares an hour or two for the bookshelves and finds nothing of significant worth.

Then he's back on the first floor, seated so casually in a corner of the dining hall, bowl of oatmeal in tow, that he appears inconspicuous upon initial glance, except he's anything but with his dark style of dress and flat expression.]

Comments

[requital]

[Fortunately for Axel, Zexion isn't aware.

Yes, he thinks. She stopped for someone else. If she had a choice, then it would have been between Sora and Marluxia, or at least anyone besides the latter, though that doesn't change the fact that she did indeed, since her moment of rebellion, make a decision of her own. So she gained some measure of independence. It isn't impossible, and it didn't come as a shock in the slightest.

And so it's no longer a matter worth gracing with an answer.]

[lethechained]

[His silence is almost as unsettling as his speech is, and it causes her to fall silent, as well. Perhaps this is the best time to make her escape. She doesn't know if he's distracted or he's simply lost interest in her, but whichever is the case, now's her chance. Quietly, she turns to do her best to hurry away.]

[requital]

[He lets her go. The conversation was never meant to go too deeply on his agenda; it had been only been to have her be aware of his presence, among other things. She's straightened out quite a few things for him, anyway, unwittingly or not.

So he turns his full attention back to the books.]