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There's a puppy wandering around near the lake shore; looking for things to inspect, new friends to meet, cats to wuff at (though her mistress is still trying to break that particular habit), and treats to con Eirene out of.

She's there too, wearing her favorite bikini, a pair of shorts, and working on something having to do with the Olympics. Come say hi to puppy or goddess, neither mind the company.

tiny tags: Eirene, Xaldin
ooc: ~~slow for a couple hours~~back

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"The body and memories of a person who lost their heart to the Heartless." Xaldin says simply, "Barely hanging on to existence and empty."

Xaldin's explanation doesn't help really.

"Oh. That sounds painful."

"It is." Xaldin agrees without grief. He can't feel that. He can't feel anything.

"Can't you do something to alleviate that?"

"No." Xaldin says quietly, "Do not mourn it. Pain is the only thing that reliably proves we exist."

"Pain is not a good thing."

Srs face.

"If the choice is pain or nothing, I will choose pain every time." Xaldin says with a smile. There isn't anything behind the smile, but he's very good at faking it.

"That's still intolerable. You should be able to exist without it."

Why, yes. Eirene is one of those bleeding heart types.

"There are those who think we should give into oblivion." Xaldin informs her quietly, "But I thank you for your consideration. We are seeking our hearts."

"I'm not one of them." Not unless there is an extremely good reason for it, and that hasn't been presented to her so far. "Okay, I'll bite. What goes into a quest like that?"

"Our universe is a collection of different worlds which are connected by the Light Paths and the Dark Paths." Xaldin says quietly, "When the Dark Paths are connected to a world beings called the Heartless swarm it. The Keyblade Masters, currently I believe there are three, are the only ones capable of killing Heartless and releasing the heart within each of them.

"The Organization is collecting those hearts. When enough of them gather Kingdom Hearts will open and within Kingdom Hearts we should be able to regain our hearts and once again exist fully and completely."

And the one really important thing Eirene got out of all that was: they kill people. This might possibly explain the frown.

"I see."

"I don't think you do." Xaldin corrects quietly, "The Heartless are created when a heart is stolen. Somewhere out in all the worlds my heart has been turned into a monster with no drives other than to create more like itself. When the Heartless are killed, the hearts are freed. Even if I fade, so long as my Heartless is killed the heart will have another chance."

Yeah...

Eirene is pretty confused and somewhat appalled. Both at the killing of a 'monster' and what happens to the hearts in the first place.

"Oh."

Xaldin would be appalled if he could be. At least about what happens to the hearts, he's pretty certain that even Dilan would grimly pick up a weapon if he could help get rid of the Heartless. (It's not that Dilan was a pacifist. He was just always the follower. He was happy like that.)

"I've upset you."

"This is a place where that happens on a more-than-occasional basis. Don't worry about it, I'm learning to adapt."

Beat.

"I'm also something of a pacifist. Violence and I don't exactly get along."

"I think that perhaps when I get a heart back I will turn to teaching." Xaldin says quietly, "Something that makes any violence but the social kind unlikely. Xigbar was always rather-" he shrugs.

Everyone knows someone like that. Someone who just can't avoid getting into fights and doesn't actually try that hard because they fucking love it.

"Teaching is an admirable profession, Xaldin." Eirene totally approves of this plan. "My people honor those who instruct."

Eirene also happens to be related to the God of War. She wins by default?

It's less a win-lose situation and more a yeah, I can grokk that situation.

"Thank you. It is something Dilan never got around to trying. Someone here has told me he might be able to get my girls back to functional, enheartened, people but they will require teaching to regain autonomy. It's a goal worth striving for."

The narration awards random points for the Stranger in a Strange Land reference.

"Your welcome. Yes, knowledge is always a worthy goal. Who was it?" Eirene is, as goddesses often are, very curious.

The narration tucks the points away gleefully.

"A child by the name of Yunno." Xaldin says. Considering that the biggest genocidal maniacs in his world are a collection of teenagers and a giant mouse wielding keys Xaldin tries very hard to not underestimate kids.

"I don't believe I know that patron."

The biggest genocidal maniacs in Eirene's world are her aforementioned brother, his sons, and the rest of his entourage. And then a good half of the rest of her family.

Mel finally glances up and wuffs at the floating man above her inquiringly, then resumes destroying the chew toy.

"Do you always float like that?" Well, the puppy had a point.

"Yes." Xaldin says firmly, "I am Air. Earth is my opposing element. It hurts to touch the ground. If I do so for long periods of time it starts to damage me."

"Oh. Then I probably shouldn't try to hug you, or anything. Gaia is my grandmother." You know, the Earth herself. And then there's that whole personification of Spring bit.

"What about a floor? Does that hurt as well?"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't." Xaldin says, taking a cautionary step back, "Regardless of your grandmother the pressure of your existence pressing against mine would be uncomfortable." he gives her another smile, well practiced and appearing genuine, "The uniforms are not just to look hot. Contact with each other tends to be uncomfortable, contact with Somebodies hurts.

"I haven't touched any ground, of any kind, without grave need for it in over a decade. It takes no effort to let the wind carry me."

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