Headed to Portes. eventually.

[self_replication]

....Oh for pities sake do stop grinning. First you deny me my laboratory and the chance to look over No. i and my Riku's code more so that it might be better improved! Now you can't even decided on a 'canon point'. It's really quite simple.

The involvement of keyblades and chakarams pointed at me is completely unasked for and undesired in a canon point. Perhaps, if I might suggest, when they have departed my laboratory?

Preferably without that lout setting it aflame.

Comments

[replica_of_twilight]

[Just have a confused look Vexen, Repliku is pretty dazed right now.]

[self_replication]

[Oh goody. He can totally use this :3] My dear Riku.

I was hardly expecting to see you in such a place. Is something the matter?

[replica_of_twilight]

I am not Riku.

[This much he knew.]

[self_replication]

Of course not. [A handwave. Names don't matter and he's guessing that newborn Replica here. At least this one isn't pointing that damn soul eater at him.] But you were created for that role and you would do well to become accustomed to answering to that name, Riku.

[replica_of_twilight]

[He was actually just a post-death getting over his death, still it meant he wouldn't be attacking just yet.]

So my purpose is to pretend to be someone?

I do not have the right icon for this

[whereibelong]

I have a name.

[Hi there Vexen, guess who is not entirely thrilled with the idea of possibly ending up in the same place you're headed.]

[earthshards]

[Oh, look, it's one of the few members of Organization XIII he could tolerate for any prolonged period of time. Though aren't you supposed to be dead...?

... well. Fourth wall and time don't seem to matter much around here, so. Hi, Vexen, have someone else in a Black Coat.] I've found it's difficult to convince a mun not to do something when their mind is set.

[Vague impression of a head-tilt from under that hood.] Do I even need to ask about that canon point?

[He's thinking 'probably not', since you'll just explain it anyway. You're predictable, Number IV.]

It's ok. >3

[self_replication]

[Guess who is positively gleeful at at the idea of this? Experiments and looking at your coding :3] Oh? I was unaware that replicas were even deemed fit for names.

[firewheeling]

Heh! You're going there? I don't know, old man, I think leaving behind a flaming laboratory ought to be the least of your concerns at this point.

[self_replication]

What did you do to my laboratory, VIII?

Keywords

[whereibelong]

[You can try dad. You can try. And end up with another keyblade pointed at you. And she was already grumpy. Now she's just angry.]

Well, I do. And friends who care about me.

[So don't go thinking you can just do whatever you want with her like some thing.]

[firewheeling]

You know, I hate to sound like an echo, but I do have a name.

What do you think I did?

[self_replication]

[...Welp, this was not who he was expecting to see. Urk.

Strangled noises aside and looking like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar aside --]Yes, it's about as difficult as convincing VI to allow me to have a peek at his Lexicon. [It's more than a peek and you know it, Vexen.]

VIII and the replicas bullying me into fixing No. i's face along with some other nonsense such as sorting out memories so that the hero could wake. Mind, this was after they had the gall to invaded my labs and point weapons at me.

[self_replication]

Ruined several vital experimental projects and not given a lick about it, Axel. [Including his unfinished replication of himself that would have had you all chasing that while he relocated to another world. :|]

[firewheeling]

Gold star for you! You're good at this guessing game thing.

[earthshards]

[That look. You've made him laugh, Vexen. Superior doesn't laugh. And his voice isn't as deep, the rhythm of his words faster, and his word-choice simpler, more direct.] A nearly-impossible task in itself.

[He 'hmm's, and looks thoughtful.] I don't see why you should have to be bullied into doing that. I'd think it'd be a matter of fixing corrupted or damaged code, or improving on what you had accomplished...?

[There's a slight edge to his voice now, though.] If you'd met me eleven years ago, I would've done the same thing.

[Nope, losing that edge now. You were just imagining it. There's only a hint of patience there, now.] Try not to hold it against them. People would do anything to protect the ones that matter most to them.

XD poor Xion

[self_replication]

[His life man, his life. GDI kids. Awww. did he upset the puppet? Too bad. He doesn;t really care.] Both are easily disposed of in the end, my dear.

[self_replication]

Correct. [He'd like to avoid things pointed at him.] In my memories, you fulfilled that role quite admirably... for a puppet. I'm certain you shall do the same, Riku.

[dawnward]

What a shame. You might need to get used to the Keyblade part.

[self_replication]

And you'd need to 'get used' to being an icicle. [Line-facing forever.]

[dawnward]

I'd love to see you try.

Defaulting to this account when I don't have icons on the other orz

[attheclocktower]

[Okay that? So far as she's concerned? That was uncalled for on so many levels. Fine. Toy with her. Call her names. Treat her like an object or whatever. She'll find a way to deal with it. But you leave her friends out of this]

Don't you dare touch them. [Or so help her, she will-]

[self_replication]

[................................

What did you just - :| Who are you and what have you done with Xemnas? Not that he really wants to see the Superior now but this all sorts of wrong. On so many levels.] It's more a matter of them wishing to fix what is far from broken. It's a moot point at any rate.

[He'll just wave his hand. It's not important all. What's more important is this mystery before him. He can reluctantly put his ego aside. For now, anyway.] Eleven years ago? Hmmm. I'm afraid I don't remember one such as you.

[self_replication]

I won't try. I do.

[earthshards]

[Xemnas got hit by a data-encoder that was trying to turn that fake Kingdom Hearts they were making into code, and was turned back into Terra. It's kind of complicated.] Maybe they know something that you don't? They're intelligent in their own right; it's not unimaginable for them to have grown beyond their initial programming. I'd think you would be proud that they had come so far.

[Another laugh, this one quieter.] No... I don't think we ever properly met. I was kind of a hothead, and got into more trouble than I could get out of on my own. It wasn't until after I'd gotten into that mess that...

[There's a pause, before he picks up again.] Eleven years ago... you probably remember it, but we have met, in a sense. You met someone whose memories had been locked away inside their heart, and tried to help that person retrieve them. The lock's been undone, but I'm still picking the pieces up.

[Funny; he sounds a little sad.]