[Transmission #1 | Mind Games]
Hello, Zexion. I've been wanting to see you.
[ Not hard for Sasuke to understand what's happening; it's been going on for days. He does find it interesting that for once it's something he can remember having said on this ship -- nowhere else would he know a man named Zexion. He cocks his head to the side, remembering the day being brought to mind. He's not in his room; if hard pressed or well versed in the restaurants of level fourteen, one might be able to locate him from surroundings alone. He's lounging, over-casual, at one of the tables in the middle of the room. Mirrors line the entire left wall. ]
How convenient, then, for the both of us to begin here. Of the many people who found amusement out of Salem's little... blunder, you were the only one who cared to know anything of personal value. Do you feel you gathered adequate information?
[ The new part comes when he pays attention to the fact those mirrors aren't reflecting the view of outer space they're supposed to. The restaurant fades in front of the familiar aisles of the Library, and Zexion stands near the end. This view comes from right behind Sasuke, framing the two of them to exaggerate Sasuke's slightly greater height. As with all the other times, no sound other than Sasuke's voice can be heard. Zexion appears to be responding. Those familiar with him might guess as to what he's saying -- in the end, Sasuke's reply is somewhat ominous for the other man. ]
Perhaps you could, Zexion. The only thing you may find, however, is that I may first need to assist you in gaining a bit of proper perspective.
Be my guest.
[ At those words, Zexion flinches, attempting to step back. It's fascinating, watching expression on his face. Feeling, but that's impossible, everyone knows it. But no-one can see Sasuke's face, or his eyes. Two people can guess why a Heartless can be made to feel, no matter the duration. Zexion's lips move, framing a single word. From there, the memory continues to play out from there to it's conclusion, at Zexion's door.
Sasuke finds sometime during the playback, his dinner has been delivered. Too bad he's not exactly in the mood to eat anymore. ]
[ Not hard for Sasuke to understand what's happening; it's been going on for days. He does find it interesting that for once it's something he can remember having said on this ship -- nowhere else would he know a man named Zexion. He cocks his head to the side, remembering the day being brought to mind. He's not in his room; if hard pressed or well versed in the restaurants of level fourteen, one might be able to locate him from surroundings alone. He's lounging, over-casual, at one of the tables in the middle of the room. Mirrors line the entire left wall. ]
How convenient, then, for the both of us to begin here. Of the many people who found amusement out of Salem's little... blunder, you were the only one who cared to know anything of personal value. Do you feel you gathered adequate information?
[ The new part comes when he pays attention to the fact those mirrors aren't reflecting the view of outer space they're supposed to. The restaurant fades in front of the familiar aisles of the Library, and Zexion stands near the end. This view comes from right behind Sasuke, framing the two of them to exaggerate Sasuke's slightly greater height. As with all the other times, no sound other than Sasuke's voice can be heard. Zexion appears to be responding. Those familiar with him might guess as to what he's saying -- in the end, Sasuke's reply is somewhat ominous for the other man. ]
Perhaps you could, Zexion. The only thing you may find, however, is that I may first need to assist you in gaining a bit of proper perspective.
Be my guest.
[ At those words, Zexion flinches, attempting to step back. It's fascinating, watching expression on his face. Feeling, but that's impossible, everyone knows it. But no-one can see Sasuke's face, or his eyes. Two people can guess why a Heartless can be made to feel, no matter the duration. Zexion's lips move, framing a single word. From there, the memory continues to play out from there to it's conclusion, at Zexion's door.
Sasuke finds sometime during the playback, his dinner has been delivered. Too bad he's not exactly in the mood to eat anymore. ]