01 ♥ Video; OTA

[turntodarkness]

[The feed crackles into existence, and on the screen is a young man. He sits back, communicator resting on the hard surface before him. He seems quite calm and relaxed, and perhaps a bit weary.]Good day, my fellow students and teachers. It is a pleasure to meet all of you, I suppose. I've just arrived after a long journey, and shall spare you the

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[silence_in_six]

[Life at the academy has been... decent, Zexion supposes is the proper word. He cannot complain about the classes, nor the teachers. The other students are easy enough to fool into believing he is one of them, nothing more than a child with perhaps a penchant for magic.

The only thing he can complain about is the cafeteria food and Xigbar, but both are easy enough to pass. Lexaeus taught him to be self reliant, and Xigbar is not a teacher with a class Zexion must attend.

So. He is... almost content. Not happy, but he will live.

It figures that as soon as he is settling in that his life is quickly disturbed.

The voice on the communicator makes him freeze up instantly, eyes going wide in true emotion, not the polite and childish facade he puts on for others. The book he holds in his hand slips from his grasp- he can't even remember what it was about now, because he's scrambling for the communicator-

and drops it back on the desk before he has a chance to fumble with the buttons. A rare instance of clumsiness in his panic.]

2/2 [private to Xehanort]

[silence_in_six]

[And one which just happens to save him face.

The sharp clatter snaps him out of it, and Zexion takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. No. No. He can't let Xehanort see how much this has effected him. Cannot show any weakness. He was caught by surprise, but he won't let it show. Calm. In control.

He paces the room quickly before peeking out into the hallway, making sure he's alone in his room before he goes back. Zexion takes a deep breath, calms down, and schools his face into a careful look of blankness. He picks up the communicator again and goes back to sit on his bed, back in the corner so he has a view of the door. He clicks it on even as his illusionary words quickly form.]

Hello, Xehanort.

[Why are all the people he wants to see least of all coming to this school?]

[turntodarkness]

[Oh, my. This is quite interesting. He hadn't expected this reminder of his past. For a moment, his smirk falters and then becomes all the more smug. It will become harder to do as he pleases with someone from his past there to intervene.]

Hello, Ienzo. And please, do call me Ansem. A nod to your father, someone I look up to quite a bit.

[Only a half-truth. The man is wise, and seeks to learn all he can. He simply will not take the measures. So there is at least some respect there.]

sfasdfsad internet bailed on me what

[silence_in_six]

[If only his hands were that of an adult's and he could reach through the screen. Not that this desire shows on his face.]

I am afraid I shall have to decline. It would be far too much of a bother on my end, you understand. Xehanort, Xemnas, Ansem - you are too fickle when it comes to names.

It's okay, dear~

[turntodarkness]

[Hey, he'll behave. For awhile, at least.]

Ansem is the name I have settled upon. I no longer wish to have any connection with the name of Xehanort.

[silence_in_six]

[Xehanort could be a saint by now, and it would not quail Zexion's urges.]

You cannot make a name for yourself, so you steal another's? How uncharacteristically slothful.

[Still a blank face. In his mind, he keeps repeating to himself: This does not bother you. This does not bother you. Ansem means nothing.]

[turntodarkness]

I do not claim the reputation of your father, Ienzo. I have made my own. Hardly slothful. In fact, I make certain to distinguish between myself and Master Ansem.

[He'll hardly say that he despises his grandfather and the name he inherited from the man.]

[silence_in_six]

Yet you use his name.

With what we have done, you claim respect for him?