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[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Delicious lab work- Vexen has not yet realized that he is on the Plane again, mainly because he hasn't exactly... left his desk. It seems a certain scientist isn't concentrating on the task assigned to him, either.

In one corner of the desk, you get the stack of papers resembling a half-written report, and in the other, freshly labeled folders on those from his world that have been to the Plane thus far; "Roxas", "Demyx", "Sora", "Marluxia", and hypothetically, "Axel".]

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[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[Sora's wandering the plane when, from a distance, he sees Vexen at his desk. He stops a moment to peer at the Nobody, but he's not going to be the one to say hi first. :/ Sorry, Vexen. I hope you can understand.]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Sensing somebody watching him, and takes a moment a look up, expecting... well, certainly not the 'Keybearer'. Second long double-take before he notices where he is. :| And looking at you expectantly.]

You're unnaturally silent this time.

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

I could say the same thing about you. [Har har. So used to hearing Vexen talk as he works.]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps some conversation- tell me more about the Organization you claim to be a part of.

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[Gathering data? Sora approaches, but still keeps a few feet away from Vexen's desk.]

What's there to tell that you don't already know? Thirteen Nobodies, stealing hearts, creating a false door to Kingdom Hearts...

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Mainly the details surrounding the actions of Roxas in your world. It would seem you act in a role similar to his in my own reality. [Thoughtful pause, this is only a half-formed theory thus far. Gathering data, indeed.]

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[Again, Roxas. Sora crosses his arms — a subconscious defense — and skips over details about his Other.]

So the Roxas in your reality was lied to and hunted down for betraying the Organization? I'd say that's pretty similar.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[--wait. This is different. Well, to him from THIS point.]

...Betraying the Organization?

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[...Uh oh. Good job, Sora, letting your grudge get in the way.]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Well? [Now suspecting that something is off]

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[Good luck trying to cover this up.]

Didn't your XIII up and ditch you guys?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

If he did, it must have slipped my awareness. [And this is well noted!]

When did this supposedly occur?

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

You must be really slipping if you can't remember — unless the Roxas in your reality is really different from mine.

[...Not like they aren't already. Damn this obscure and frustrating role reversal.]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Then we should try a different question. How much do you know of the events pertaining to Oblivion?

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

More than you and XI do.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Proving that there may be a time paradox as well. I would need to do further research, but this is hardly the first mention of it.

[mirroredsky.livejournal.com]

[Hardly. He smiles a little and uncrosses his arms to wave.] Have fun with that research! Don't stay up too late.

[And he vanishes off the Astral Plane to either hit his head against a wall or come up with a plan. Preferably the latter.]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Oh, is that a folder with Roxas' name on it?]

What are those for?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Orz, shuffles them around so he can't get a good look at them]

I'll explain to you when I'm finished.

[...And considering something--] How is your amnesia?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Roxas frowns. But he will hold Vexen to it!]

Uh. I think it's getting better. I mean, I've been talking to the others. [He feels kind of silly talking about the working order of his brain. :|] I guess I'm just waiting for everything to start clicking.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

And their comments? One of your doubles shared some of the most interesting news. [Mm, baiting you in with halftruths]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

Well, you guys keep calling me XIII, and Sora told me about the keyblades I have... He said his Roxas has the same ones. [The information is slow-coming, but he's collecting it!]

He did? What'd he say?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Yes, XIII. Does that bother you? [Will determine if you are a risk to betray 8|b]

In a moment. I can't tell you without first confirming the validity of his statements now, can I?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

I guess not... [Aaand, something clicks!] But all these numbers, do they have to do with that organization he was talking about?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Precisely. The Organization that you are... supposedly a part of. Of course, last I checked, you had no trouble recalling your time in it.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[And Roxas is storing all of this information away for future reference. Still, he frowns.] But that would mean... I didn't have anything to do with stealing hearts, did I?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[And his question merits a question in return] How much do you know about the Organization?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

Only what I've been told. [Pauses.] Mostly from Sora.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

What of your encounters with the one that claims to be in your role?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

We talk, mostly. [Frowns.] He made fun of my technique. It's not my fault I'd never used two keyblades before!

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Making note of this] I see. How curious.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[guess who's here. well, somewhat here, as there is no indication of his presence aside from the faint scent of flowers. precisely, decaying roses - the kind of scent Marluxia has when he wants to make it known he is not pleased]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[And guess who is recognizing that, turning slowly with an icy glare and shuffling some papers around] It's still in the final stages.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[appears, quite near to the desk and the folder with his name]

Mm. So nothing has changed.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Moar shuffling of papers, so the Riku report is near the top]

I already told you- your constant prescense is only hindering the progress.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[lazily flips through the said report, not looking at Vexen. and then he lets the papers slip from his grasp - now out of order]

Constant? Have I not given you enough solitude for your work in Oblivion?

[why yes, you definitely should be there right now instead of here]

sjkhs sorry I killed grammar

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Clenching his jaw as he watches his hard work fall to the ground]

In case you forgot, time is inconsistant here. I can get most of the work done without the same constraints.

just mangling the english language is all <3

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

Then one must wonder why you've been spending time on these. [taps the labeled folders]

Mmm delicious good habits <3

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

I've always had projects on the side. The data collected from them may prove just as useful as my original task.

*noms*

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[and his hand is moving closer to the one with his name on it~]

"May" prove?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Watching you warily, there B|;]

Yes. It's only basic principle that not every bit of data you collect will have a use. At best, you can only acknowledge the possibility.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[he's going to pick it up now. objections y/n? obviously he doesn't care, because he just did it. but he hasn't opened the folder...yet]

Of course. Though if you follow that train of thought, such data collection would be considered less of a priority than working on something whose usefulness is assured?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Vexen objects! And is both disgusted and insulted that you're pawing through his personal research. :| He doesn't exactly have an answer to that except for an even darker glare.]

My priorities have never ceased to be in order.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[finally looks at you. there's just annoyance in his eyes though. still doesn't open the folder]

Then finish the replica first. I distinctly recall telling you not to be sidetracked by your pet-projects, Vexen.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Pet-project or not, this information may still be of use to the Organization. I already assured you that the replica is nearing completion- what you're asking is for me to ignore another perfectly conducive opportunity. [Finally bends down and starts to gather up the papers you dropped, muttering something impossible to make out]

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[sighs. he isn't asking, he's ordering. and he's getting tired to having to constantly remind Vexen about his position here]

Because this opportunity is not as important. And I am sure the Superior would agree. I expect it finished soon. Do not make me lose faith in your reassurances again.

[and vanishes from the plane with the obligatory scattering of petals. he's taking that folder with him too]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Now that you're gone, he slams his fist on the table and goes about getting all his shit reorganized :|b]