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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 the realm that the Chilly Academic calls his domain, and he does his best to avoid theirs when at all possible.

Mixing the neophytes with the founding members of Organization XIII has been, in Vexen's experience, not dissimilar to dropping a chunk of pure caesium into a bowl of water with the lights off.

But aside from the occasional explosion, run-ins with the neophytes, and visits from his Superior, Vexen's non-existence is relatively quite and undisturbed. He's left to his own devices and spends his days in blessed quiet and solitude.

It's no wonder that when he steps into the bar, he looks... surprised, to say the least. It's crowded, it's far darker than he's used to, it's loud, and it's warm. All things that are immediate strikes against the place in the Academic's book. But in the past decade, he's seen stranger things and been to far more unusual worlds.

Which means that he's pulled his mantle of unflappability back around him within short order as he presses further into this strange new 'world', or whatever it is.

A scientist must never turn away from an opportunity for the acquisition of new knowledge.


[OOC: Mun has to leave at 12:30AM MST, but feel free to tag and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. X3)

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If Vexen possessed the capacity to be touched, he certainly would be. As it is, he'll be glad when he does have one and thinks back on this. He's never really figured out whether Nobodies can have friends, or simply form bonds of convenience; he suspects the latter, since friendship implies emotional attachment.

Kida seems to come close, though. He has no reasons to be civil or expend energy on artificial emotional responses save for Even's memories, but those seem to be enough for now. He's certainly never considered plundering his homeworld and her people for his test subjects.

'I know you would not have,' he replies. 'You had no reason to, and as determined as I remember you, you were not a cruel or unnecessarily vindictive person.' Harsh when she had to be, but never wantonly unkind.

'And circumstance, if not the relatively short time I've been gone, tends to precipitate change,' he says with a wry, humourless little smile. Just a quirk of his lips, nothing of it reaching his eyes. 'But I like to fancy that life has not been too unkind, after that fashion.' Scars and hair styled for convenience, but nothing too drastic.

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"I remember you being warmer," she says softly, on a little sigh. It's...confusing, that she can't remember much of when Even had left.

"I've missed you, these past few years."

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'And I you,' he replies. That at least is the truth, save for the past decade. Even had missed everyone, but especially his family and friends.

And still he'd followed Xehanort willingly into the darkness, knowing that losing them might be the price of the knowledge that he sought so desperately. He'd had a genuine curiosity by also, he realises now, something to prove, even unconsciously. He looks up at Kida from his kneeling position, and shrugs.

'I was warmer,' he agrees. 'My work has necessitated that I embrace certain things I might not otherwise. And of course, to gain something one must sacrifice something else.' Not the whole truth, but not a lie. It's enough for now.

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"Come sit with me," she says, noticing he is still kneeling. "Your skin is like Damian's, now; his is cold, unless he has just fed."

Unthinkingly she rubs a hand over the side of her neck, where he'd bitten, but the small mark has already healed over, and there is no scar. "If you would like I have a room you may rest in. It is like home."

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Vexen manages a wan smile, but obediently rises and takes a seat next to Kida. At least she seems used to the idea of abnormally cold humanoids, though nothing but touch by someone warmer can drive the chill out of the Academic's skin, and then only for a few moments.

Her offer is tempting, more than he thought it would be. He hasn't seen anything Atlantean in centuries, save ruins on the surface and what Even took with him.

'I do not require much rest these days,' he says carefully, 'but I do find myself thinking of home. It would be good to see that which would remind me of it. Perhaps we may speak there, and you can tell me more of what I may do to help you.'

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She smiles, and leads him up to her room, padding up the stairs on silent feet. (http://of-atlantis.livejournal.com/920.html)