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towerofanimus2012-01-20 02:11 am
requital) wrote in towerofanimus2012-01-20 02:11 am
Entry tags:
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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.]
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.]
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A year. Give or take a few weeks.
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Why the coat?
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Convenience.
[It's nice not to have to worry about his use of Corridors after all. The rest of the Organization guessing at his identity for a while, didn't hurt either.]
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Well, then, shall we get to the heart of the matter? [There's the faintest trace of a smirk.] You came here for to set the boundaries, I'd assume.
Speak your piece, Riku.
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He feels a twist in his stomach as Zexion calls him out on his intentions; even though he isn't quite certain about them himself yet... but he can't show any of that. Not in front of this guy, because Zexion won't hesitate to exploit that weakness.
Still he can allow himself this pause as he considers what to say. In the end, there is no doubt about what needs to be said anyways.]
Don't touch any of them. Don't even go near them. If you want someone to play mind games with... I suppose I'm game.
[Because, as much as he loathes mind games, he dislikes the thought Sora - either of them - or Naminé (or anyone else for that matter) being exposed to them even more.
Besides... he figures he can handle whatever Zexion might throw at him. However-]
Try with them and I won't hesitate to come after you.
[It's as simple as that.]
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[The effectiveness of "mind games" would be hideously low if he only worked it on one person that was aware. Oh, he could still run with it. But it would hardly be advantageous, and thus does not appeal to Zexion in the slightest, even if Riku would make a fascinating subject.
Still, with that ambiguous answer, he continues,]
. . . And if they come of their own accord?
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There is still the that knot in his gut twisting, because he knows it can't possibly that easy, he knows better than to think that he threats will be enough to keep Zexion in check. Zexion fights with words not violence, and while continued exposure to the likes of DiZ has made him probably a little more prepared for that than he had been in Castle Oblivion, he knows better than to assume himself able to out-think this particular schemer.
That question is a trap; because for all that he can warn them, he can't control anyone's actions, much less Sora's, and both of them are so very vulnerable and very easily baited. He can't show any of the fear the thought of either of them walking into one of Zexion's traps causes, can't let that weakness show.
He snorts instead.]
Brushing you in the hallway is hardly 'coming of their own accord'.