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[wind_of_despair]

I was never that fond of computers, but given the circumstances..
   Xigbar is here, and he tells me there are other of the old Organisation as well. We're all dead, but apparently there are living, or unliving, people from other worlds also. Given what little information number Two has confided in me, I can only conclude that this place - this

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[cryopathic]

Hnh, Xaldin.

I suppose it's good to see you again.

Death's rather fickle in this place, you'll find.

[wind_of_despair]

Once-dead myself, I daresay I've noticed as much.

Number Four. Likewise.
I never had the time to return your reading-glasses before your unfortunate accident. Have you been managing? I'm afraid I don't have them any more.

[cryopathic]

Of course.

Things have been peculiar in your absence, to say the least.
At the moment? Quite well-- the fortunate thing about computers is the ability to tweak the text to as large as you need it, after all. I recall being distinctly annoyed not to have them in Oblivion, but I haven't had the oportunity to take many notes here-- at least, not of the handheld sort.

Ah, well. I suppose I should look into getting replacements.

[wind_of_despair]

Oh? I suppose the Superior will enlighten me then.

I do apologise. If Never Was is.. intact, then they are in my uppermost desk drawer still. I thought it best not to bring them to the Beast's castle.

[cryopathic]

I suppose he will.

It's... alright. Hnh. They would not have done you much good there, I daresay.

[wind_of_despair]

Not as if there was much time to read, although he did have a most delightful library. Pity I had no time to sample it. It was enormous.

[cryopathic]

Well, duty comes first, and all that. I'll hazard a guess and assume you met your demise on that particular mission.

[wind_of_despair]

I did.

[cryopathic]

Keyblade master involved? The others were quite vague on the details, although I didn't press. He's here as well, incidentally.

[wind_of_despair]

Oh, of course he is. Pardon me a moment while I roll my eyes and groan a bit. Yes, he was involved. He undid all my work the past year, forced my hand, and caused me to make a mistake. Such is the nature of ill thought through assaults, albeit it favoured him this time.

[cryopathic]

Naturally, Xaldin. Circumstances like to conspire. The traitors, of course, happen to be present as well. Ah. Rather sounds as if you've had a rough time of it, then. We'll have to converse face-to-face, one of these days; the journals are only good for so much.

[wind_of_despair]

Ah, yes.. Traitors or no, they're here, and- I believe I shan't speak about it until I've discussed things thoroughly with the Superior. I've been having a bit of a think about the Organisation. And, as you say, it's best not to mention it here for any or everyone. I intend to keep my routines, because hollow though my body is, it apparently still demands tea with a spot of milk at four o clock. I'll be found wandering the hallways in search for just that, around that very hour.

[cryopathic]

It's a bit cowardly of me, but I... prefer avoiding them. They were responsible for my death, after all; I suppose an irrational phobia of sorts still lingers. I see. Well, if you can locate the dining hall, generally any food or drink you could wish for simply... appears out of the air, should you sit at the table. There's also a kitchen. But I assume Xigbar informed you of as much.

[wind_of_despair]

I would call that particularly rational, Vexen. I'm not about to track down the Keyblade master and invite him over for supper and a chat about the good old times, if you catch my meaning. You, if anyone, are not a coward. He did, in fact, but he refused to enlighten me as to their whereabouts. Therefore above mentioned roaming and searching.

[cryopathic]

The Keyblade master seems quite happy to converse with us, on the other hand. He's completely forgotten about the events at Oblivion, apparently, which may be for the best. And... hnh. I wouldn't know about that. I can barely find my own room without direction, so I would suggest you make your inquiries of Saix or the Superior.

[wind_of_despair]

Nh. The little twat.