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Ooohhh. Keyblade Warrior? He was hardly even paying attention to who his chosen victim was. But--was it artificial or real? He didn't want to chat up a replica when he could just copy their data, but a real Warrior, that was a different story. And, hey! Loss of amusement aside, it seems this guy was smart enough not to attack pillars of energy. A round of applause for... ah? Was that Riku? He only had data on him by extension, and it was over a year outdated. Oh, Ri~ri~riku, this could be informative.

The Claymores continue to buffet the Master, doing more damage than usually... but not significantly. From minor annoyance to annoying pain, just the smallest shift made a noticeable difference. When he yells at the Claymores, they almost seem to perfectly object; six gathering around him and bursting out of the ground... completely missing him. But then several dash off to destroy a Shadow as fast as it could crawl out of the ground--far quicker than their normal near-sluggish traveling pace. Eventually, all but one flicker out of existence; casually popping up some foot from Riku, a solid bwee-lyoop with each pillar.

"Do you really not have time?" the replica shouts from atop the pipe, sprawling out across it in a cat-like fashion. "I mean, if you have somewhere to go, jet on," and that grin was rather cat-like as well; Cheshire, specifically. "But seems to me you needed a good work out," bwee-lyoop mindlessly responds the Claymore at another cycle, "See? The good lil sword agrees. Name's Vanitas, call me dV. And who are you, for conversations sake?"

New World: RG.USERID(guardianofdawn)

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"Yeah, yeah, well, my full name is a mouth full, an' I don't want you to think of a different, way more lame nickname. Sora is a nice, two-syllable name. Mine's at least 5 syllables, and that's if you don't include the model or version information. And since I--" he pauses, waving his hands. "You do not give a shit about my specs or network, I won't bore you," there's a bit of a nervous laugh, and no, maybe he hasn't really done this whole 'stranger' thing before.

The suspicion the other still held was obvious, the program quietly thinking through how to ease his worries. If he was pro-Xehanort, talking bad of him could be counterproductive... if he was anti-Xehanort, the opposite would be true. So he couldn't yet relate to him on that level. Just wait and see seemed the best option, for now. Maybe he could do him a few harmless favors.

"Sounds like an easy enough set of requests. I'll definitely keep hands-off, just tell me if I get too close," another sharp grin, tilting his head to the side. "Well, now is as good as time as any. Te~chnically, I wasn't exactly told to check up on you... just a lot of people are out, energy's pretty high already because of all the heating. Speaking of, it's cold as fuck in here, is your thermostat broken? Or do you even have one...?" he's glancing around the room now, a small frown. Humans needed consistent temperatures for optimal health--a bit cooler in the evening, but then that's what blankets were meant for. Of course, his memories stemmed from Vanitas, dotted with the climate of a desert: daytime half-way to boiling, night time freezing. Ick. 

"So! Shall we jump right into a quick psych. eval., or do you want to get to know one another better, first?" 

New Subject: rxcusant

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There's a small hesitation when the other reacts adversely, looking briefly frightened. What had he done wrong? He was simply checking his temperature, and he felt hot...! He looked warm, isn't that what you're supposed to do when someone looks unwell? He quickly breaks eye contact, looking a bit guilty. He mouths a sorry, but elsewise doesn't change his actions.

"Want me to carry your books?" he asks, offering out both hands out flatly as a pseudo-table. "The sick shouldn't lift heavy things, after all~" he grins, looking quite proud of himself. Good! His patient was agreeing to rest! He figured that'd be the hardest thing to do. Mister there's not enough time to waste time sleeping I need to gain knowledge. 

"Huh? Why wouldn't I be...?" he looks quite confused, almost offended to be asked such a thing. Offense eventually evolves into amusement, and he waves his hand dismissively. "Eh, honestly? You could consider it part of my program to care for you. It's... part of my inherent nature," he shrugs his shoulders. "You... made me. Both originally, and recently. Maybe not specifically you, but the amount of respect I have for my creator extends to all human versions of himself," he leans back on his heel. "Try not to be too paranoid. I care about you. Want to portal or to walk to your room?" 

New Subject: darkenedinfinity

     Blue… Blue, he still wasn’t going to get over that any time soon, and it was incredibly distracting. That just… wasn’t a color that went with what his mental image of Vanitas. Red. That was probably the only color he would ever be able to see him in without taking several double takes.

     It was a tad alarming when the other approached him. It was fine when he just sat down, but he was a bit confused and slightly on edge when the other touched his forehead. No, no, no. People touching him was a bad thing unless he had already invited them to. The next part had caught him slightly off guard though. He was sick? Well, getting there anyway it sounded like. What was really throwing him for a loop now was that Vanitas had been able to tell that just from touching him, and now he was getting rather confused. 

     ”…” He offered no words for a moment, his mind quickly working on wrapping its way around current events. If he really was getting sick, then perhaps it was partially on fault of the fever that he was unable to think clearly. "I… suppose that would be the best choice." Muttering lightly, he placed a bookmark on his page before closing his passage. But he wasn’t ready to leave it in the library, he’d borrow it now and return it later then.  

     ”Why�� are you acting like this? Is there something you want? Have an ulterior motive?” It was obvious that some pieces were just not lining up in Xehanort’s mind and it was making him cautious. "Do enlighten me."

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Like if you want a starter?

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Eyes very slowly open, a dull gray that burns to a red. He seems to be slow to starting, unresponsive and still as more and more systems flicker online. Slowly, his gray form flickers more to life, bright blue light spreading from the center of his chest and out. A hand raises to press against his temple, closing his eyes as he quietly attempts to readjust to the proper time and date. How long...? It was hard to even access the other computer, with Even logged in--hard to run things in secret when Even could push no before he could push yes. 

Red lines flicker atop the blue briefly, before ceasing. He just stares at Even, slowly sitting up as his everything still feels sluggish. "My..." he licks his lips, trying to find the right words. "My apologies, sir," come on, excuse excuse excuse... there had to be some sort of good excuse. "I didn't expect you to find me," wait. Shit, no, that was the truth, not an excuse.

"I mean--before I was ready to show myself?" a sheepish, albeit sleepy grin. "Sooo... can I... go? Ple~ase don't shut me down?" he puts his hands together in a begging manner, doing his best attempt at cute and missing by a landslide.

New Subject: frozen-contrivance

Inconvenient as the sleep had been, after two nights of staying awake, it had been much needed. The alarm systems had been switched on before Even had collapsed on the bed and when he woke again, it was sometime during the early hours of the morning. … a day later. Oh well. It wasn’t the longest he had ever slept, not by far.

And, strangely, the alarm hadn’t woken him but the light was flickering. That… wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? Damned technology. Breakfast, such as it was, would have to wait.

Even threw on a robe and shadowed to the labs, making his way over to the computer. A quick typing of the password, then the second, and finally a third into the data files… Everything seemed to be in order. Perhaps it was only a minor error in the readings? He was still too close to asleep to be looking at any of this.

He had turned away and been fully prepared to go to the kitchen when it caught his eye. The last action taken by the system - echo ‘pm-suspend’ with a confirmation. What? What had been suspended? None of it was left on during the night. If Dilan had snuck in here and deleted something…

… and what was that near the study? Was that some kind of robot? Even approached it to get a closer look. It was nothing he remembered making, and there were no records of it. Had it snuck in and gone undetected? He sighed and picked it up, throwing it over a shoulder and carrying it back to the lab. Whatever it was, he could question it later.

It was set on one of the spare tables and he returned to the computer. One way to find out what that directive had been about; he scrolled through the programs and found the suspended one, then re-activated it. Once it was up and running again, he could find whatever had been altered.

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New World: Radiant Garden . USERID(?)

USERID( sicarius-de-gratia, guardianofdawn, lumenhart )

Perhaps atop the large pipes weren't the most safe place, but it was away from any wandering Heartless or nobodies, and few people bothered to look up to see him. Like a lazy cat, he watched the Heartless hunt and squabble, occasionally destroyed by roaming claymores.

And perhaps the claymores weren't so much roaming as hacked for his amusement, but hey he was using them for good. "Killing" heartless was good, right? Even if it was only temporarily destroying them, likely just make the problem worse... eh. Eh. Wasn't his problem.

But after a long day of lazing about doing nothing, he's alerted to something rather human-esque coming along. Oh ho? He crouches a bit further down, dimming his bright blue lights to a less noticeable brownish-gray. He waits, waits in silence... not even bothering to catch a full glimpse of the figure below before popping up a claymore directly in front of them. Well, it wasn't deadly, so a few bruises wouldn't hurt. He begins to cause more to pop up around the passerby, wondering if he could make them flee. 

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He remains perfectly still until he's properly acknowledged, watching him carefully. New paint job throwing him for a loop? Damn, he looked good. He'd flex if not for the fact that the other would judge him very obviously. 

"Master," he returns finally, a small smile on his face. Good. He wasn't in trouble. But was Xehanort... sick? He was chilling. A quick check to external temperatures--68F, 20C, 293K. Cool, but he shouldn't be that bad in his cloak.

"Uh-huh." he sits down by the other, flashing a grin. "I sensed you nearby, so thought I'd come offer my company," he raises a hand, pressing it to his forehead. "Hold tight, uh..." high. Pushing 100, and his Master tended to run a bit cool. "I think you have a fever." 

He gives something of a pout, crossing his arms. "May I suggest we return to your room and get you into a cocoon of blankets? I don't want you falling ill," he leans forward, actually looking quite concerned. "You're not allowed to die when you still have so much left to do with your life."

New Subject: darkenedinfinity

[ ίиfίиίтυм ] ━━>

     Of all places in the castle, the most pleasurable of them was the library. It was quiet, and there were more than enough books to keep one busy. Other than his own room, it was Xehanort’s favorite place to be, burying himself into a far corner of the room where he was least likely to be bothered. It was on occasions like this that he allowed himself just slight bit more relaxation than normal and got himself caught up in various stories, nearly devouring book after endless book. When he was like this, it was possible for him to get a little bit lost and forget the world around him. So it was needless to say that this snap back to reality caught him a little bit off guard. 

 "…" It was obvious from the look in his eyes that he was surprised to see Vanitas here of all places. But the thing that really got him whacked out was the fact he was… Blue. Since when had he ever been blue? Last time he checked, he was pretty sure he adorned red… 

     ”…Vanitas.” Voice barely above a whisper, he let off a soft shudder… blasted castle was too cold. Yet what he  had said wasn’t so much a question (for one could take it to be so) as a statement of fact. How exactly was he supposed to respond to that? He was still caught off guard by that blue outfit — Woah, it was weird. It was really weird.

     By now he was brushing off some of the surprise of the matter and was regaining himself. How embarrassing. To be caught like this so easily. He’d have to try and watch that from now on. If someone attacked him while he wasn’t paying attention he’d be a sitting duck. Not that he wouldn’t be okay, but it was still a hazard, and sometimes the youth was just a tad too cautious. "To check on me? I’m fine, if but a little cold. Was there something else you needed?"

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In retrospect, he probably should have just stuck with one story at a time, one topic one concept one... well, hey, at least the kid wasn't screaming at him to go away. Or looking too on guard. Didn't even look that curious! No dissections in his future, no sirree.

He actually looked kinda... sad? Tired, at least. A deep set tiredness, either from depression or insomnia, always so hard to tell. He doesn't realize how intensely he's staring until Sora speaks, briefly defocusing as he takes a half-step back to get further out of his bubble.

"Oh, a whatever? How kind, a free pass," he presses the tips of his fingers to his own chest, giving a bit of a bow before coming in. He closes the door as requested, stretching a bit and glancing from one corner to another of Sora's room.

"dV works, nice n' short, very explanatory if you look it up. Probably? Actually, you probably wouldn't have access," he blinks when told why he looks like the other, briefly confused. They didn't look that much alike. Okay, so maybe they had the same face shape and hair style and huh, maybe this kid was on to something. There was probably a good reason for it. 

"Dunno. Maybe it's to fuck with you, I think we have different eye-shapes," he leans in closer-closer, normally green irises shaking slightly to reveal gold underneath... but he's quickly giving the other distance against before he can worry too much about that.

He gestures to the bed, tilting his head a bit. "Mind if I sit?" he places a hand over his heart. "I won't do anything you don't want me to, I am here to help and serve~. Do tell me if I do anything... against your preferences? Some people are very touchy, some people are very not, some like eye contact, some don't... you know. Dumb lil cultural cues."

New Subject: rxcusant

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New Subject: frozen-contrivance

[23%]

You know what was hard? I mean really hard? [34%] Hiding a large program from a rather tech-savvy individual. [42%] Know what was even harder? Creating a local replica with enough spare parts to not be noticeable. [57%] And then keeping it out of sight. [68%] Especially when said tech-savvy individual never seemed to sleep consistently enough to get anything done. [79%]

But luckily? Luckily today was the day. The little Heartless cells had been unused the last several years, a perfect nest for building a replica. His data was almost uploaded, and this world was well-connected enough that he shouldn't need to return for maintenance. [85%]

He would just upload his data on the backend, disguise it as the data the Claymores gathered, and no one would know the difference. The scientists wouldn't be up for a few more hours, and it was only going to be [45 seconds remaining] until he could bolt. [97%] It would just be a swift sneak out of the lab, through the study, down the hall, and pop! goes the dV. [100%]

Yes! A few blinks and turns of hands to indicate that yes, everything seemed perfectly in order. This wasn't his first replica body, after all--just the first one around here. And Radiant Garden seemed to be rather central to a lot of going-ons, so it seemed the perfect place.

He lands silently on the balcony overlooking ever so many cells, shifting slowly toward the study. He grumbles at the feedback--both his replica body and his digital body interpreting signals twice. An easy enough fix: he just needed to put the digital into sleep mode while he was out and active. He leans against the doorframe briefly, closing his eyes to concentrate on doing so.

echo 'pm-suspend' | at now + 5 seconds

Are you sure?

y

An annoyed shake of his head, waiting a few more moment for the feedback to stop. Any-- any-- mo-mo-mo-mo-moment... nnnow. Fuck did he-did he forget to dis-dis-disconnect from the-the-the-the-the--

The lean against the door quickly turns into a full-out slump as cyan marks flicker and fade to a mute gray, his newly finished replica slowly going into a not exactly planned sleep. 

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✎~ (If you don't already have a ton)

send me a "✎" and ill draw your muse

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Eyebrows quickly raise when dV gets a full view of Sora. Gold eyes? That was... whoa. Creepy. Now the only thing different between him and normal-Vanitas was a bottle of dye away. Much more likely to be a vessel, now, though... so he could work off that assumption. It'd make sense for a vessel to stay in the Castle, after all. More than a prisoner, or a willing ally, or a spy.

"Dreaming? No? Well, you might be. If you were an active enough dreamer, then all my thoughts could be dictated by you. Or I could be dreaming... but typically my simulations are more weird than this," he glances around the room once. Right, right. Conversation.

"Anyways! Sora-Sora-Sor~" he leans into the doorframe again, grin-grin-grinning. "Ol' Xemaroo cooked me up to check on the... residents, make sure everyone's happy and cheerful. Well, more like 'complacent and not complaining', you~ know how much of a dick he can be. Is there anything I can do to ease your worries?" he raises a finger, then slides it forward to poke Sora on the nose.

"I am a replica created to be the best of therapists, with a patient-doctor confidentiality that not even Xemnas can hack into. So your secrets'll all be safe with me~" and he takes a step back to bow. Wow, the rate he was spewing bullshit today was swift. "May I come in?"

New Subject: rxcusant

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Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction! (Master/Slave Edition)

1. "So you're the new purchase? Tell me, whats your name?"

2. "Are you truly interested in becoming my slave?"

3. "I told you to behave, do you call that behaving? Time for punishment, pet."

4. "You've been such a good pet, haven't you? Now come here and please Master"

5. "Look at me when I speak to you, slave"

6. "Do you think I was joking? Get down and lick my boots clean"

7. "Did I say slaves have permission to speak?"

8. "Have you completed your chores today, slave?"

9. "Are you ready to begin slave training?"

10. "Get on your hands and knees, I want a footstool"

11. "Strip. I want to see my new purchase properly"

12. "You've been good today, I think you've earned a reward"

13. "Is your collar too tight pet?"

14. "Before we begin, we are going to negotiate a contract"

15. "Can you see through that blindfold?"

16. "You have been disobedient, and you will be punished for it."

17. "Fetch me another glass of wine"

18. "what makes you think you have earned the right to leave the basement?"

19. "Kneel. Crawl over here, and maybe, maybe, I won't punish you this time."

20. "Oh you're such a pretty face. Buying you was such a good idea."

21. "Come here pet. I've bought you your first collar."

22. "How dare you speak to me like that."

23. "Fetch me my crop"

24. "I control you now. You are mine."

25. "Did you get my permission to do that?"

26. "Do you need some time out?"

27. "why haven't you brought me the morning paper?"

28. "If you want my permission that badly for it, beg properly"

29. "Do you wish to leave?"

30. "Today, you will get my mark"

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It seemed that he wasn't going to be the only AI here. The pestering double-flash of red on his floating terminal was quick to indicate there was danger-danger-danger nearby. Possibly an antivirus program of sorts? He probably should have scanned the program before jumping into it... but he didn't want a firewall to possibly go up...! Those were hard to hack around without anyone noticing. 

He continues to boredly tap and type away, waiting for the World to begin its assault on him and... --audio? It was quickly transcribed to a who huey roo which was... very wrong. He mentally notes to update the transcribing software with a few more languages. He runs a hand through his hair, unmuting the environment. Waves crash, birds scream and... oh-ho-ho. What was this?

The handful of holographic windows around him fall away as dV turns his attention to the fellow AI, giving a dangerous grin. "Hey, kiddo. What're you doing in this neck of the woods? You ain't supposed to be anywhere near Hollow Bastion," or Radiant Garden or whatever they were calling it. "Something I can help ya with?"

photondebugger logged in

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photondebugger logged in

. . . D O W N L O A D I N G . . .

Wait. Downloading? The AI slowly stirs himself out of sleep mode, giving a long stretch as the new program continues to download. Must be pretty hefty, considering how long it was taking. 83%... 86%... it was getting close. He's not even sure what it is yet, but plans to jump on it the moment it finishes. Something new in his territory had to be dealt with promptly, no rogue programs were going to take up his precious processor. 

98%... 99%... 100%--finished!

It's a quite literally leap into the fresh program, landing with a roll and ending up on... the... beach? What.

What? Someone uploaded the backdrop to Destiny Islands? That seemed completely pointless. None of the Radiant Apprentice's even knew of Radiant Garden, not directly. He quietly curses that the only 'camera' in the outside room is the one that digitized people, which he'd much rather not do. He stands up instead, brushing himself off; raising a hand to start a thoroughly scan of the area and the program it was contained in. Certainly there was more to this than just a beach...

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"X e h a n o r t , ahah. Hahah."

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New Subject: darkenedinfinity

No, no, no. That can not be right. The young Master was here? Why the hell was he here? He never got permission to setup a secondary server in the Castle, what if his Master demanded he shut it down? 

Another quick scan indicates strong evidence for a different individual in the 90% confidence interval. That was... somewhat reassuring. But also concerning? He wouldn't know who he was, but would recognize him as his base. He briefly considers switching to the appearance of his base model, but... nah. When he was found out, he'd get in deep shit for deceiving him. Better to play it straight.

He seems to be in the library, though the shelves blocking the cameras make it hard to find his exact location. A quick teleport to the large doors, and he gently pushes them open. He looks this way and that, following Xehanort's heat signature until he was close enough to get a decent scan.

S C A N N I N G …

Subject: Xehanort Model Name: Untitled* Race.Vessel: Human.Yes Weapon: Unnamed* Keyblade, Ethereal Blades Special Abilities: Time Travel

"Master?" he asks, poking his head out around one shelf. Ah! There he was, indeed. "Sorry for the intrusion, I just... came to check on you."

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New Subject: lunaticberserker

Recon was never ending, especially in new environments. But this time, he knew who he was going after: Saïx, the Luna Diviner. He was going to be one of the last defeated but sshhh. He wasn't meant to know that, yet. 

The only data he had on Saix was the most updated, and so he was curious as to some older information. The heart fragment made back-tracking rather hard, and this year seemed to be what changed him the most. As he's walking the halls to his destination, he briefly tries to come up with a decent excuse for the 'why' of his bothering. Xemnas was the leader here, right? And most of the Organization members were still alive? So... maybe something like a progress report. 

He suddenly finds himself running fast-first into Saix's door, with a soft thump. 

S C A N N I N G …

Subject: Saix Model Name: Untitled* Race.Vessel: Human.Yes Weapon: Claymore Special Abilities: Kingdom Hearts-driven Berserk

Painful scan. He rubs his nose, knocking the door with his elbow as he continues to nurse it. At least it wasn't damaged, but it still hurt. He needed to downgrade some of these nerve endings.