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

Floor Three

[tempustemporum]

[One of the strikingly familiar scents is walking right behind you, Zexion.]

[Ienzo's been in here all day, checking the contents of the bookshelves to what is listed in the nearby directory, since it seems the Tower's book classification system is different than the one he is familiar with. The continued absence of the tomes upstairs has made him suspicious, but aside from the occasional one-book gaps where somebody presumably checked one of the books out, there was nothing missing so far.]

[He's so focused on taking inventory that he completely misses your presence, Zexion. Whatcha gonna do?]

Floor Three

[lethechained]

[Naminé has, during her time in the tower, come to find the library a pleasant place to visit. There are countless books to entertain and instruct as well as comfortable seating and lots of out-of-the-way places tucked between the shelves where one might feel relatively safe. It's become her favorite place to draw; there, she has space and solitude and comfort, without any of the unsettling things that are present on other, similar floors.]

[Let's see how long that lasts, hm?]

[Today, Naminé makes her way through the library as she often does, sketchbook and box of colored pencils clutched to her chest while she takes quiet steps between the aisles of bookshelves, totally oblivious to the presence of an unpleasantly familiar arrival from home. She doesn't have his sense of smell, she isn't using her powers to seek out the hearts and minds of others, and she can't see him through the shelves, so her travel continues uninterrupted and she remains unaware of him even as she grows ever closer.]

Floor Three

[justabignobody]

[Riku almost flinches when he sense that familiar scent settle into place, Darkness and yet Nothingness twined into one, and he just hopes he is wrong about this (he doesn't count on it though).

There is only one way to find out though, and while he is not entirely sure what to expect of this encounter, he knows it'd happen sooner or later and he'd rather get it over than be caught by unaware.

Considering his weapon of choice, it isn't that surprising to find Zexion in the library, he thinks as he enters the floor, hand curling into a fist, the Soul Eater a dark-fierce tingle beneath his palm, but he doesn't call on it; not yet.

Even so he's tense. He knows better than to understate this particular Nobody.]