Pink...........
Christopher Walken. >.> <.< What?
curious.............
Shall we? You already know the answer to that. Let's go then! CHARGE! *Horde of soldiers charges battle*
ROXAS! <Fillerz/>
"Its...not yet a very organized Organization, if you get my meaning. At least not yet. This...Daxent character...he seems to have more on his mind than just leading. But he will lead well, in time."
"I can't honestly say I did. I was concentrating rather hard in the training area. It takes a bit of mind power for me to change objects." He scavenged a bookshelf in the corner for nothing in particular. "Ordinarily, I would have opposed violence as well, but I've recently learned that there are times when it is inevitable."
"To change." He said, glad to change the subject to something less personal. "If I know what an object is made of, I can morph it into something else of the same material. Useful.... And how about yourself?"
"Perhaps the answer is as simple as that." He said. "But if that is the case, something even deeper inside pushes me to find facts, the evidence to prove it so." he sighed. "I guess it comes of being a scientist. Something becomes written on your very soul that you must understand and explain everything." He gave an unconvincing smile toward her.
"No...." He said, a bit off-handedly. "And to tell the truth," He continued, "I never devised a safe way of delving into one's memories, either."
"Both, actually" he replied. "I studied the hidden memories of the heart, once upon a time." He began repairing the beakers with his power. "But, now, I spend most of my time looking in on my soul - why it should go on without my heart." ooc: Nice job, picking up the Vexen part.
Xelgaeb put down his notes, and greeted the arrival. "Hello, then. How may I help you?"
Xelgaeb returned to his laboratory. "Impossible conditions..." he muttered as he entered. "Frozen equipment....shattered beakers..." For a while, he pretended to ponder over his notes, but he could not keep his mind from wandering to the strange connection between the Superior and the lone Dusk.
Xelgaeb whipped the chain in his hand and it fell straight and became his staff again. He felt he had had enough training for the day, and left the chamber, eyeing Daxent's rapturous gaze over the lone dusk in the field.
