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Days in Castle Oblivion have a tendency toward the featureless. Vexen's view rarely changes; if he emerges from the stark and sterile world of his laboratory, it is to wander the stark and sterile halls of the upper levels, or at other times the darker but similarly repetitive - if convoluted - hallways of the basements. The neophytes rarely visit
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She has a book, sitting half-sprawled in a chair near the cold fireplace. She likes it lit too, make no mistake, but for the moment she welcomes the faint coolness of the surrounding stone. And the quiet as she tries to read some.
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Of course, it HAS been a long time. Not the decade since he became a Nobody, nor the time Even had spent as one of Ansem the Wise's apprentices, but the long years that he had spent wandering the surface of Lost Continent, alone and half-mad, before he finally managed to find a way off.
Even Atlanteans can change quickly when they're plucked from their stagnant backwater world and thrown into new situations.
Vexen's figured out that he's in a bar, by this point, and that it's different from any world he's been to - there are more than one or two kinds of people here, after all. That gets noted in his personal mental log about this place, as he begins to move forward to investigate further. There's no uncertainty to his step, or any real indication that he's confused. He's found you learn more if you can look like you fit in.
That path, though, is taking him toward the fireplace Kida is currently installed by.
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Kida looks up, as a matter of making sure there's no one trying to get her attention, and blinks when she sees someone that looks...remarkably like Even. Frighteningly so. But the Even she knew was different, Atlantean, though always a little odd. Albino, for their coloration.
"Even..." she murmurs, more to herself than to him.
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At the moment, he's looking off toward one of the more crowded areas of Milliways. He's never seen anything like this in either existence, and it's not something that he's about to simply write off. He'll find somewhere to sit and just watch, take some notes, and try to figure out just where he might have ended up.
And how to get back to where he came from.
He hasn't seen Kida yet, but that won't last for long, in all probability.
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She's sitting in a booth not too far from the door, glancing towards it to see if a more familiar blond would walk in. She smiles at the look of surprise.
"New?" she asks kindly.
[OOC: Mia might recognize Vexen, as Xaldin's given her a description and she's in tune with ice magic. She knows of some later events but will keep them quiet.]
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The voice makes him turn toward it, one eyebrow quirked. It's been a long time since he's heard a tone that imparts... kindness, his memory supplies for him. The Nobodies he knows can mimic emotions, but there's always something slightly off about them. Xemnas speaks too dramatically, Vexen's own facial expressions are exaggerated. The neophytes are better at it, of course, but they are by no means perfect.
'One might deduce that, yes,' he replies. His voice isn't nasal, but it is haughty. It's not a function of who he's talking to, however. He just sounds like that.
[OOC: Well, if all goes according to plan those later events aren't going to happen. :P Because, well ( ... )
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Good thing his voice isn't nasal. That would remind her of Ghaleon, and she's been thinking enough of Ghaleon lately.
"Then welcome to Milliways. It's always good to see new patrons here. If you'd like some explanation about this place, you're welcome to take a seat and ask me whatever you like."
She wasn't doing anything in particular when he came in. Just enjoying some cookies and milk. But she was considering asking for an astronomy book.
[OOC: That'd suit Mia just fine. And forget Squisney. Working Designs was where it was at. XD]
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'Milliways. I have not seen any records of such a world.'
Of course, Vexen isn't under the impression that all of the worlds have been visited or written about. Only a fool would simply assume a finite universe; Vexen himself hails from a world that most consider no more than a myth.
The Academic gives one of the chairs a critical look, then settles himself gracefully but somewhat rigidly upon it. Half of his attention is on Mia, the rest on the bar surrounding them.
'How does one come by this place?' After all, he did not arrive here in what he would consider a conventional manner for world hopping, such as a portal into the darkness or via a gummi ship.
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He's at a booth, papers spread out covering every inch of surface, coat pulled over to cover himself entirely as he makes notes to and fro across the papers, double checking his book from time to time.
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He doesn't look up. Not even when Vexen greets him. And Zexion is usually suck a stickler for manners.
He resumes his writing a moment later, voice trailing in the same distracted but no less lecturing tone from his youth.
"You were destroyed thus it is an impossibility for you to be standing here speaking to me, IV. I would say good afternoon to you as well except you clearly are another hallucination and I'll not to speak with my hallucinations because it only acknowledges and encourages them."
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'I assure you, Number VI, that I did not feel the least bit destroyed when I got out of bed this morning. Perturbed, yes, but not destroyed.' He does enjoy his sleep, after all, even if he doesn't necessarily need it these days.
There's nothing imaginary about the sudden, bone-deep chill that seeps through the immediate area.
'Now, would you care to clarify that statement?'
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"Vexen."
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Though he would like to, sometimes.
The Academic promptly begins to look around for the voice's owner.
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Seeing Xaldin isn't exactly a surprise, since he's encountered Zexion already. But he did not expect to receive the same sensation that he's been getting from every other person here. The pale, narrow face assumes a look of surprise, and of betrayal.
Left behind.He realises now the foolishness of his assumption that when they obtained their hearts, they would do so together. A fanciful notion conjured up soon after his delivery into the pathetic non-existence of a Nobody, that those who had gone into the darkness together would find the light again together, too ( ... )
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