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Dust. He could taste it. Weakness surged along the surface of his body, as he tried to push himself up from the ground with shaky arms. But no .. He just landed back into the gravel with a hacking cough. So close. He had been so incredibly close... Yet, the word FAILURE echoed within the depths of his mind.

"I.." he futilely tried to speak, as he laid a cheek simply on the ground eventually. Why wasn't he gone? Weren't they going to kill him with no qualms? His body ached so badly, at least thankful he had fallen like this - but really it was hell in this sort of vessel.

"W.. What are you waiting for ..."

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Once upon a time, the first keyblade war had shook the world of daybreak town. The Master of Masters disappeared, the Foretellers fought, Daybreak fell, then the mysterious blank era occurred and disappeared into darkness,then Xehanort came to power, Light and Dark came to blows once more... Everything was soon gone and revived, but then right after Sora disappeared,

So did everyone else, the modern keyblade wielders we all knew and loved waking up to a world in which no one was familiar with. With folks other key kids they had all assumed to be dead along with none of these people had seemed to have aged a day,

But to recap The Master of Masters is still leading his Apprentices with this new change, the Foretellers are currently also under fire by their students who fought in the first war and were also brought to this reality,

Unfortunately however they soon realized they couldn’t leave this strange new world, and upon attempting to leave the reality was disrupted and the group was attacked by heartless. And a day later one of their own vanished and despite almost months of searching they couldn’t find him, until some time later the boy came stumbling back into the Vale with no memory of where he had gone. And then soon others would go missing and return a while later

Now our question remains, Can our heroes solve their gaping differences and figure out what has trapped them in Crescent Vale, or will they end up becoming a lostling as well??

✨Come join us in this fun silly little au where you will get to help decide what will happen next here,Characters from UX,Missing link,dark road,and the rest of the kingdom hearts games are allowed here!

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.. And of course, the most damning question right out of the gate.

So, so different. It was startling how much he had changed over the years as opposed to his other half who now was dead.

"I am you,'' he said almost in a whisper. "Granted,'' he started, forcing himself to continue along, despite the light unease that started to leak into the scene, ''an iteration within the future." ..Oh, he had to wonder when his other younger self would come back. Hopefully not for several more hours due to a mission.

"I only have ...'' he paused, trying to rack his memory of those earlier years. He had always thought of light and dark being beside each other, right? Right? Perhaps he could breach the topic softly, but .. at the same time, the other may recognize little mannerisms, ways of speech. But how much more or less due to this being an even younger version of himself?

'' .. mastered one of the more trickier elements within the depths of the worlds .. and it has effected my eye color over time."

It took a bit for him to open his eyes. There was a throbbing sensation–a headache, he realized, something he didn't have often. He must have hit his head, from a fall? The light from the sun was only aggravating it, causing him to subconsciously lift his hand to block it out. With that he gathered enough strength to open his eyes, and when he did-

Silver met gold. It didn't take long for him to recognize features of the man before him, features he saw in himself... but more mature and much older. It wasn't that that he found disturbing, but something else entirely. No, not even the situation. It was the eyes that were odd. His mother–the only thing he remembered of her, and the only thing he had to remember her by: bright silver eyes. The color and shape and size were shared with her, but the color was different for him.

But there were too many similarities aside from that for him to brush it off. No, the man standing before him–without a doubt–was an older version of himself. What happened? What was happening?

❝ What in the worlds...? ❞ The younger of the two asked, almost to himself at this point. He couldn't even really believe this was real, but who was he to believe it was fake? Xehanort didn't trust himself to dream up something this eerie, so there was no way he was still out. And he wasn't hallucinating–he didn't feel the signs. It was all too real. ❝ Who are you? ❞

He already knew the answer.

Maybe it would help to find out his suspicions were correct.

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A tsk, and a half-smile crept onto the elder's face. The boy wasn't stupid, at the very least. He listened carefully for any judgement that would occur - even if he was used to such a thing over the years. But no, it seemed like it appeared as curiosity moreso than anything else. Interesting. He knew the boy's Heart at least somewhat, vague memories and feelings leaking from Riku and Ansem's time together. Almost unwillingly, a full-on smirk appeared.

"Correct. A pure and blank world ... one to be molded. To be balanced,'' he argued, and abruptly fell silent afterwards. Searching within the other's eyes, before he continued to go forward.

''.. Yes. Yes, I do,'' he said without a single lick of hesitation to his words. "I am but the infamous 'Child of Destiny', am I not?" A rhetorical question, of course. "I'd gladly be proven wrong, but thus far, I haven't been. I can only naturally hope to be worthy of that precious Light that stews within Kingdom Hearts."

He motioned off to the side.

"As anyone should wish."

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A single eyebrow raised ever so slightly at Xehanort's words, trying to work them out in his own head without asking the question. Would asking directly even get an answer? Would it lead to puzzles or tricks or only the knowledge that he wanted to know more so it could be dangled in front of him? Maybe civil conversation had already come to an end.

--Ah. But a realization might have been made, after all. With a quiet gust of breath, Riku's gaze dropped for a moment, but there was a sardonic smile across his lips even before he looked back up again. "Right. Xemnas' plan, wasn't it? To destroy everything, oblivion, before remaking it?" The idea of that sent a chill through him even if he tried not to show it. The very thought of everyone in every world, everything, pulled into complete destruction for any reason made his stomach twist. Maybe he'd have understood the desire once, hurting and feeling alone, but that was for a moment. He'd... gotten past that.

"You really think you're the one who should be in charge of this balance? The single best person for the job?" The questions were intentionally needling to some degree, but he was watching. He was making eye contact and watching for the answer as much as he was listening for it, curious.

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He's abruptly pulled out of his thoughts as she spoke. It was painfully obvious she had needed time to mull over what he's said. And who wouldn't? Especially with such a lack of information. But then again, he was pulling the conversation a certain way. He hmphed with a small smile ; she's trying to fish in her own way. Should ... I tell her? Then again ...

"Perhaps. But ... that also would have been impossible, considering how I want to 'tweak' the worlds." .. An implication. He grabbed another cookie, feeling a comfort with the food.

"He shouldn't have had to. He knew what I had wanted to sacrifice for, even before his ... death." He bit at his tongue subtly. He had almost whispered the word. And that strange feeling bubbled up again within him; he knew what it was. Regret.

He glanced away, trying to even his breath.

"So... if he even wants to see ... He cannot."

For the talk of importance and expectations, he hasn't described exactly how he would save the worlds from their 'suffering'. She mentally notes, eyes looking down at the liquid in her cup.

There's no telling what the ripple effects on every world will be if this plan of his succeeds. Then the Ghostly Guardian reaches for another cookie as he loses eye contact with her.

Sounds vague. Not sure if I would call this conversation 'pouring out your heart'. Artemis thinks, staring down at the cookie in her hand, noting the swirling pattern of the different batters used to bake it.

Perhaps this person held their own reservations against this plan... The keybearer nibbles on the cookie thoughtfully. "I see. Perhaps he needed to see your side through the evidence of his eyes."

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The bullets bounced off rapidly forming shields around the elder, as he pushed forward to get closer. He also sent small dark waves out towards the other, hoping they'd strike. But, really, he didn't care if they would or not ; as long as they got Joker to lose some sort o footing. Eventually, he shimmered away and swung his keyblade at close range from beside the teenager.

"You seek balance. B ut balance without chaos is pointless. You need an agent, a being of Chaos for your new world."

The elder stared suspiciously at the other, letting a hand come up to stroke at his goatee. "You are coming at me quite strongly with such accusations of what you can offer ..." his other hand appeared, gesturing off to the side. "What are you able to demonstrate for me if you so wish to work with me ...?"

Eyes narrowed. "If you also recall, trust isn't something that is given out so freely."

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A deep frown settled into the elder's features, as he had received such a negative reaction. He supposed he expected it - but really, he had been blunt. Hoping for some sort of conversation. "If anything, Frederick being with me is for the absolute best, considering I know most about Lilith's cult. So I suggest you allow for me to come in,'' he said, voice hard and icy. He tilted his head, brows furrowed.

"Is it my darkness from you trusting me, because that feels so... typical of the average keyblade wielder by this point in time." An edge of tiredness to his tone.

"In which case, I have attempted to make it easier for you, by being blunt as possible about the situation, so you cannot question me as much."

Gula gripped the door tightly, his knuckles turning white. He didn't expect to be recognized. Not in this era. But just in case, he had been careful. Especially with Lilith still around. Honestly, Gula wasn't surprised that one of his or the others had members who decided to be reborn into this time. He hoped they knew peace this time. Sadly, that didn't see the case.

Gula listened to the comments of his wards. They weren't as good as Invi's, but they kept the house secured, and Freddy was able to sleep with them up. However, someone connected to the dark had managed to find them. And what was spoken last made Gula's blood run cold. Fighting off the urge to summon his keyblade, he got ready to slam the door in the old man's face.

His voice was cold and deadly, a solid warning to the stranger on his doorstep.

"I don't know how you know Freddy, but he isn't going anywhere with you. I think you should leave. Now, or I will force you off this property."

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HIs smirk still turned into an outright grin. Anticipation built within him; this would be a magnificent fight. Whatever the outcome - he'd be sure to give his all. He still hated being in such a vessel, but what could one do, especially in a time like this? Nevertheless, it was no time to be complaining about how pathetic his body was.

Oh? Such an outward attack already and -- oh. Things felt suddenly weird, as an invisible force seemed to be effected around both of them. Time. Seriously? Even if he could easily detect it, it could be potentially problematic if the Heartless used it again and again ... In the nick of time, Xehanort shimmered away, his heartrate increasing as he felt a small amount of blowback. It caused him to shimmer a bit messily behind the dark-haired male. A bot staggered, causing a momentual wave of dizziness to hit him.

Though, he forced himself to steady himself, as he slashed at the other's back.

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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The old master let out a sigh as the other finally stepped back. The pressure bouncing back to normal around his wrist, thankfulness surging within him at the other's relenting attitude at least in that area. His other hand rubbed at the area, before letting itself retreat behind his back once more. He appeared relaxed, inches of unease built into a mostly self-confident smirk. Who knew how powerful the other would be..? But far as he was concerned, he had the clear upper hand.

A laugh. "Their usefulness will never be denied, as far as light will exist within these worlds. Even if the light is damaged, one can never deny its existence from Kingdom Hearts," he stated, fiery hues watching the hammer as it summoned.

He staggered just the slightest bit as the ground rocked, but quickly shuffled his footing once more. He narrowed his eyes, not letting them move from the dark-haired warrior. "Hmm, a threat? Likewise - I'll drive my keyblade far into your chest cavity and watch as you fade back into darkness, blood and all."

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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He just re-enforced his grip upon the inquiry upon his weapon, his protection. The situation didn't appear as if it would result in him getting killed - but the other's smirk certainly wasn't doing any favors. "That would certainly imply that you are the one to be so easily controlled instead," he coldly determined, eyes like fire remaining hard as they gazed at the Heartless. "Unlike you, I've long since mastered the darkness." ..keeping my humanity intact had been left unsaid, tangled within the close interaction.

His wrist - it started to ache. If he were younger, perhaps he could withstand it longer.

His jaw clenched. Damn fragile vessel.

"If you know what this is," he started, hating that they had to address the issue, address his inability. "Then you understand why I must keep it summoned upon your arrival," he finished, voice even.

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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Mmmm. The smell of tea swirling in the air was pleasant, inviting. Already, it brought ease onto the scene, and about their current conversation. Fingers finally grabbed at the sketchbook and luckily enough the pencil had been there too. Click, click - as he pushed down onto the pencil, so he could sketch. Something different rather than what was on both of their minds.

Just a few circles were drawn, before he scooted it a bit off to the side, worry bubbling up that he'd just end up drawing the black-haired keyblade master.. again. He had quite the collection of Eraqus already. He had tried to stop before, but .. no. It always just came back.

When the tea was poured, he mechanically grabbed a few sugar cubes - five to be exact - and let them splish-splash into the hot liquid, very nearly letting it splash outside of its boundaries.

''No, we hadn't ...'' he spoke after a moment, blowing on his tea, choosing to reminisce within its healing presence. Quite the excellent little manipulation done by the other, even if subtle enough. "Such a stubborn old fool,'' he scathingly remarked, even if it had been himself as well...

He clinked the inside of his cup to make the sugar dissolve faster, before lifting it to take a gentle sip. So delicious. He mm'ed, satisfied, a wordless way to compliment the other for a job well-done.

"No.. he rarely had, actually, all but afraid of what was out there, feeling a steady home there,'' he spoke softly, feeling a subtle shift in tone more appropriate within the bounds of his home. ''Would you have had expected anything less?"

It was a moment, and it was welcome, but it was also relieving in a sharp way to be able to focus and throw himself into something he'd already done a thousand times. He'd brewed tea for himself and for others across the worlds, across time, and he needed nothing but his magic to set the small fire and then the teapot above it.

The tea would be perfect, the heat controlled by someone who relished in the skill required for something as delicate.

It was easier than to focus on whether this place could ever be home, in a way. On how he had not been able to adscribe that name to any place in years, and he doubted he would start now.

And for a moment, as he let time shift around the teapot to wait only exactly as much as he wanted to, he considered the situation, the topic. The way he was treading on dangerous ground.

The way the Darkness in his chest ached for a death he hadn't been able to prevent, and the knowledge that it could not matter. Alas, it mattered.

"We never saw the same in the worlds." He settled for, as he brought out the tea, then a tin of cookies, and set everything on the table before taking a seat across the elder.

Xehanort had served in the past, and he certainly would serve if it meant getting answers.

"Did he ever leave Land of Departure?"

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Again. And again. He made sure to be ruthless as possible against the youth, attacks mixed with magick and darkness. A shimmer out of existence, and he re-appeared behind the long-haired Xehanort, a gloved hand placed firmly onto the younger's back.

"And you're dead," he callously stated.

They had been at this for a good hour or so by this point. And really - it had been an excellent opportunity to keep sharp for himself, and be able to teach more about combat for his younger self.

He stepped out from behind the other, scowling.

''Mediocre at best, but darkness is a notoriously tricky element to fight against, lad,'' he said, also using it as a moment to rest.

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His expression only grew more amused as Vanitas slithered into the crowds and came closer. Annoyance - he could practically read it off the other with such ease. He was bothersome - and he took pleasure in it. A satisfying mirror of their previous relationship, only this one allowed for something new to bubble up and take proper form. A laugh rolled out of him, as he turned away somewhat, hands remaining behind his back.

".. Nonsense. I am here to persist as a thorn in your side.'' He motioned one hand towards himself, then gestured it towards the city itself. "As do I, what a wonderful coincidence.''

He glanced towards their usual favored spot to be - at least he saw it that way. "You could have a numerous times escaped whatever hell I subject you to within this world, but you choose to remain by my side." Delight was in his tone ; he still had a hold over the other. ''Care to join me?"

wind against his shadowy skin, scales black as pitch and reflecting no light, he flew - unseen by most and assumed a trick of the light by those who glimpse him... save for one set of eyes, sharp and cruel and just as golden as his own. he could feel them before he saw him, and then the scent caught in the air he sliced through like a hot wire through butter ... and his lips curled into a snarl as his form warped and shrank down to a much more manageable scale.

a crunch sounded through the city, but most paid it no heed - a perk of a bustling city where "superheroes" were apparently common enough. wings and tail shimmered away finally as he came into view of the general populace, appearance changed to a human-shaped one and entirely different from the previous form, save for those sharp golden eyes and an even sharper-toothed snarl as he marched right up to the old man - though his expression relaxed only a little as he finally approached, a deep breath taken in before being exhaled sharply.

"And here I thought I'd finally scared you off for good. What are you doing back here, old man? You know I like it here. Trying to ruin this World for me?"

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A scoff left the elder's mouth, though he was quick to shut it and shake his head. ''I would agree." Imagine that. They could agree on something - but these strange moments of 'equality' weren't exactly uncommon during their many talks.

''Tsk, you are correct - but I could hardly imagine you'd wish to associate yourself with me any longer,'' he snipped at Vanitas, strength within his voice despite shooting a hand against a rocky formation. He very well knew how harsh he had been on the dark-haired boy beside him.

"So....how was the trip to the Light?"

The True Darkness mocked him. He leaned against the wall, the crevice of the Graveyard, before joining the old man, standing by his side like he had always done.

"I see it rejected you. As it should, really."

His body, it felt .. weak. His legs felt wobbly. He could feel the wind against his skin. Almost tasting the dust that would kick up once awhile too. He squinted his eyes, knowing what to expect, having been here a bunch of times, re Why was he here all over again? He had Eraqus again ; why did it tear him away from such a reunion? His Heart hurt.

Eraqus ... he mused, gaze lifting to the sky, as if the clouds would part and Kingdom Hearts would greet him.

The familiar surge of anger rose up within him, but he let it temper off, slowly. No need for it.

"And what of your family? I suppose they've rejected you as well,'' Xehanort bit out, turning his head lightly to stare at the boy. It had, hadn't it? There had been a reason in behind giving the χ-blade to Sora, the potential hope of the future ...

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Still respectful, still knowing of his place. There was at the very least, that. He tsk'ed the moment he heard the response, slinking into the kitchen to prepare tea. And soon, it started to fill the kitchen, its sweet aroma even drifting out into the living room. ''Still,'' the old master called, ''Come out here. Join me,'' he ordered.

He poked his head out, fiery hues falling onto the darkling.

"I insist. You can tell me about your day."

A sort of ... friendliness. Even if it seemed ... forced.

Vanitas looked up from his book when he heard the door slam. He nearly flinched, but managed to stop himself. He was still royally pissed at Xehanort for pulling him of Celeste's heart. The old man was lucky he didn't damage her heart any further.

"Master."

His reply was simple, somehow neutral. Celeste would have called it progress. Normally, vanitas was snappish to anyone except his foster sister. With Celeste, his tone was more neutral normally, joking and sarcastic at others.

Vanitas shook his head and held up his coffee mug before taking a long sip. He preferred it over tea, always black. He wasn't a huge fan of sweets.

"I just fixed a cup of coffee."

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''Hmph. They are merely afraid of such science, and what it potentiall may bring,'' Xehanort replied quickly, barely looking at the other male. His feet are precise in their pace, despite being just a smidgen slow. His arms rest behind his back as per usual, and he even stopped to turn to finally look at him again. "Come. Let's not waste any time then,'' he commented, his voice full of interest.

it was a moment of thought before he snaps and offers out to his side, the smaller of the two of the discussing people showing that it must be relatively nearby- or at least he's willing to show where he's been working on it. "Lady Merryweather insists that I keep all my potentially dangerous or life corrupting experiments below surface level... so I do. Just in case something goes wrong, I'm the only one who gets hurt," or worse, "so I have a lab a little ways out beyond here, should be a short walk. Trying to not rely so much on magic, as it's never been really my thing, like my family has it."