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[postdestined]

You really intend to go through with this? [ A thin, contemptuous smile. ] Fairly ambitious, for someone who can't make up her mind where to place me in the currents of time. Such a wealth of information, gone to waste on a mun so uncertain of herself...

And stop acting like I wouldn't have been told everything.


[ ooc: homeless. for now. please take this little shit down about five thousand pegs. ]

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[keymains]

Heh. Maybe she'll take you more seriously if you shave your head.

[Why hello, bittynort. This little brat just so happens to be chilling against a wall, arms crossed. Totally casual. No stress.]

[postdestined]

[ Shoots you the most withering look he can manage. It's impressive for his age. ]

Would that make you take me more seriously? I know I'm finding it difficult to take you seriously with that mask off. [ congrats on the soraface jerkwad ]

[keymains]

Please. Is that the best you've got?

[He slowly rolls his eyes, refusing to budge from his spot.]

Look, I know you think you have some big role to play. You probably think that if you use big enough words, everyone will think you're so important.

But me? I'm not impressed.

sorry not sorry

[clownshoes]

[ QUICK, BEAT EACH OTHER INTO NON-EXISTENCE AND SAVE THE REST OF US THE TROUBLE. ]

nyah nyah im rubber you're glue etc.

[postdestined]

Hmf. My older self told me about you. You were barely just useful enough as a tool, for a little while. Formed from a heart so weak that its own darkness couldn't sustain itself. A broken, sterile existence, not even stable enough to welcome into the fold of the true Organization.

[ A dry laugh. ]

I think I pity you, but it might be that I'm just too young to know better.

[keyternal]

[...Xehanort.

How... interesting. How truly, utterly fascinating. In place of a conniving, old man, he is behaving no better than a spoiled brat. He must be weaker, too. In theory, it would be oh so simple to end his schemes here. It is what Terra would want, and yet...

A lack of a heart is a boon. Xehanort's knowledge is doubly so. Attacking this boy could have untold consequences on the very fabric of time. It could undo the existences of himself and so many others...

So no. Best not to act careless. Fortunately, his expression is calm, blank, concealing what would have surely been blind rage, had he still possessed his heart.]

What a shame that your mundane fails to respect your... significance. But those with hearts often falter. Uncertainty is only natural when one is shackled by emotion.

[postdestined]

[ ah yes, xemnas, your word salad is, as always, comforting yet almost meaningful. ]

Truly. She loathes us, and yet... she admires us. Controlling where I am sent is, no doubt, her way of taking some sort of revenge. But these little loops, these... eddies cannot alter the river's flow, so to speak. My return to my own time and the fulfillment of my - of our destiny cannot be hindered.

[ He's only half-paying attention to Xemnas. Xemnas is cool! He helped out with taking care of Sora! What a team player. ]

[keyternal]

[Ahh, so clueless. So unaware. This boy truly trusts him...

Well, he can certainly humor the child.]

Yet these mundanes possess endless tenacity. To us, we are mere puppets, toys for their amusement. They care not for destiny. They believe it is theirs to shape and sculpt.

To them, time is meaningless.

[postdestined]

[ He laughs. ]

Like me, you mean.

[waterintowhine]

[Squint. Squiiiiiiiiiint. This guy looks..... familiar. Weeeeeeeeirdly familiar. To be honest, he sort of reminds him of what it might look like if Xemnas had a kid brother, or something--and the hair sort of looks like if Saïx had decided to get a pretty hefty hair cut. Huh! Not bad looking, if he does say so himself.

That attitude, though..... Looks like he'll fit right in around here, won't he? Lucky them, that's just great. Maybe he can salvage something out of this, huh? After all, he's a new face, he's wearing the coat, what else could it be other than a new member? Maybe he's not completely ruined by ol' X-Face and the Bossman and the rest.

Better go see if there's anything left beyond repair; he can't have been here too long, without Demyx knowing about it. Demyx promptly makes a beeline to clap a hand onto the kid's shoulder.]

Heeeeeey, don't worry about it! Muns that indecisive don't make that much trouble for us, y'know? They can't think of what to do first! Better to give 'em all the time they want to try and make a decision. When'd you get in, huh?

[postdestined]

[ Blink. Blink.

....Blink. ]

Which one were you, again?



[ HE THINKS YOU'RE FROM THE SECOND OXIII, NOT THE FIRST, DEMYX. ]

YOOOOOOO

[clownshoes]

Not you again! Can't you just...not be here?

[postdestined]

I can. [ "Not be here," that is. ] But why would I?

[ Chatting conversationally, almost amiably. As if he didn't try to smash your heart up that one time. ]

There's so very much to learn here. [ and you understand so little - ]

[clownshoes]

All you're gonna learn is to cause more trouble.

[postdestined]

Sora, please. I don't cause trouble. [ With a wounded expression. ]

I'm simply trying to fulfill my own destiny. To find my place in the world. I was just lucky enough to get a glimpse of a path that most walk blind. Is that so terrible?


[ yes. yes it is. ]

[fetterward]

[Oh hello, Obviously Evil Short Kid. Have a derisive snort from a very tall woman with a spear.]

Full of yourself, aren't you?

[postdestined]

What else should I be full of? I am myself.

[ Such unwarranted hostility. ]

[fetterward]

[Sorry, bro, but you triggered my trap card some bad memories.]

Not the point. [Beat.] Connected, though, eh?

[postdestined]

I'm not sure what you mean by "connected..." [ He trails off. ]

In fact, I don't think we've met at all. Who exactly are you?

[norted]

It doesn't bother you all that info is out there for anyone who wants to read it?

this kid is stone bonkers

[postdestined]

Why should it? It isn't as if anyone has the power to stop me.

[ It's subtle, but a buried gleam of fanaticism enters his eyes. ]

If anything, it's better like this. They should know the lengths to which I've gone to accomplish this. The events my hands have moved. The worlds I've set in motion!

[ He turns, a sincere grin lighting up his face. Like he's talking to family. He kind of is. ]

Don't you agree?

aww babynort u so cray

[norted]

Of course! Let 'em see it's only because of you they get to have any fun at all. It's history in the making.

have a creepy snake lady before I vanish for yet more studying

[electrick]

Oh.

It's you.

Ohhhh my. I am going to have fun with you, little boy.

i'm going to assume this is rene specifically SO

[postdestined]

[ Hm. Xehanort doesn't recall meeting any snakewomen. He also doesn't recall being told he would, so if he does, it must not be all that important. ]


I take it we'll meet.

[ He says this with the most tired, bored, "yeah okay mom" fifteen-year-old voice possible. Plus a roll of the eyes. ]

CORRECT

[electrick]

[oh she is VERY IMPORTANT. She will prove it. She flicks a knife out from somewhere and throws it, narrowly missing his ear and taking a small lock of hair with it]

Oh yes. We will. And for a whole month, you'll be completely and utterly powerless.