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In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

Don Draper  (via cityyandcolour)

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Playing dumb was rather demeaning for someone of such a high intellect and with minor knowledge of his surroundings, but he went along regardless, knowing if he didn't he would be chewed out by a superior upon arrival back home. With this mindset, he allowed a small, confused smile to form on his face, a slight shrug of his shoulders his response.

"I just wandered off and... I seem to have ended up here. Destiny Islands, you say?" He asked with fake surprise, portraying a lack of knowledge quite well. "I've never heard of this place... Though it would appear to be rather far from home." Zexion murmured, tapping his chin in mock thought.

"You wouldn't happen to know a way back, would you?"

★ || Reconnaissance & Resonance

Annoyance and a sense of self-disapproval were felt more freely than any sense of panic upon the girl’s notice of him, inwardly cursing himself for not having been more careful. But if he worded his sentences right, perhaps he could get some valuable information out of her on the area. Sufficient enough to please even Siax and his extraordinarily high standards.

“…No, I’m not.” He replied, giving a slight shake of his head in response, “Could you perhaps tell me where I am?” He doubted she was the type to blabber on and on about topics, the child just didn’t give off that kind of air, but still it was worth a shot. And if nothing else he would come off as just a confused passerby who had ended up here by mistake.

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{ ♛ } -- Hello everyone. Apologies for not tending to replies much yesterday and not at all the day before; the weekend suddenly turned quite hectic and I didn't get to replies on any of my accounts. I plan on getting a few done this morning and afternoon as well as plotting with some people.

Sorry for making you all wait, I feel quite bad about it. But I'll try my best to push out some replies today and hope you aren't too frustrated with me. Thank you for being patient, everyone.

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The key to happiness is truthfulness and belief, while misery is associated with lying and disbelief.

Lying & Envying- Abdul Malik Al-Qasim (via salamseeker)

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'Why, are your feet broken?' The college student thought bitterly, but pursed his lips and refused to allow such a statement to slip past his lips. Making enemies first thing in the morning was more trouble than it was worth, and he begrudgingly held out a hand for the blond to take.

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  He was tempted to pretend the voice hadn’t called out to him and to simply keep walking, having no real need to stop simply because he had offended someone he didn’t even know, but he also didn’t have anything better to do than bicker with someone on a sidewalk. Maybe a conversation—as venomous as it might become—would be a good way to focus on something other than his lack of coffee.

He turned, a rather bored look on his face and his irritability showing only in the depths of his indigo irises. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not wishing to start a full on fight with this boy if he was unstable. He looked young—younger than Zexion at least—and god only knows what hormones were influencing his decisions.

“Sorry.” He said curtly, no real sympathy in his tone or his expression, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for a response of some kind.

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Annoyance and a sense of self-disapproval were felt more freely than any sense of panic upon the girl's notice of him, inwardly cursing himself for not having been more careful. But if he worded his sentences right, perhaps he could get some valuable information out of her on the area. Sufficient enough to please even Siax and his extraordinarily high standards.

"...No, I'm not." He replied, giving a slight shake of his head in response, "Could you perhaps tell me where I am?" He doubted she was the type to blabber on and on about topics, the child just didn't give off that kind of air, but still it was worth a shot. And if nothing else he would come off as just a confused passerby who had ended up here by mistake.

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The young girl stood at the edge of the ocean, looking down off of the pier that had been wetted from the crashing waves of the ocean. As she stared deep into the ocean waters, seeming like no one else was there, she heard some slight footsteps fall in the sand; it sounded somewhat close behind her. She turned her head left and right in search for whoever it may be. After all, she was always on the look-out, waiting for her friends, and all. She never knew quite when they would arrive home, but she was always ready.

As she glanced back and forth she noticed a strange man, whom it seemed she had not met before. She didn’t think she knew him, although… He gave her a very nostalgic feeling. Maybe she had seen him before, but he was definitely not from the islands. What is he wearing?… The thought shot through her mind. After all, he was in a large black trench coat in the middle of summer. 

“Heyy!” She called, running towards the “new”, strange man. “You’re not from here, are you?” She asked cheerfully. 

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He was tempted to pretend the voice hadn't called out to him and to simply keep walking, having no real need to stop simply because he had offended someone he didn't even know, but he also didn't have anything better to do than bicker with someone on a sidewalk. Maybe a conversation--as venomous as it might become--would be a good way to focus on something other than his lack of coffee.

He turned, a rather bored look on his face and his irritability showing only in the depths of his indigo irises. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not wishing to start a full on fight with this boy if he was unstable. He looked young--younger than Zexion at least--and god only knows what hormones were influencing his decisions.

"Sorry." He said curtly, no real sympathy in his tone or his expression, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for a response of some kind.

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Every morning started and ended the same way—he’d wake up, roll out of bed. throw on whatever clothes were laying on the floor of his dorm room and shuffle down to the coffee shop a block down from campus. Order a cup of coffee—black—and sit in the corner for an hour glaring at anyone who dared to talk to him while he attempted to wake himself up. If that pattern was in any way disrupted, it would result in a rather irritable Zexion and hell for whomever had to put up with him.

Which was why the recent snowstorm that resulted in a city wide blackout had put quite the cramp in things.

Grumbling quietly to himself he walked down the sidewalk, classes cancelled for the day and needing something to do. Kicking a small rock, hands shoved in his pockets, he made his way to who knows where, hardly paying any attention to the people around him. He was tired and annoyed, which was likely why when he ran into a young blond he just grunted a weak apology and didn’t bother to stop, a scowl evident upon his face.

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A puppy; that was Zexion's first impression of the young keybearer, once his passive disposition had faded, leaving behind an impressionable adolescent who seemed hell bent on adhering to Axel's every beck and call. Not annoying per-say, although the redhead's lack of responsibility seemed to be rubbing off on the child already, something that would have to be mended as soon as possible. A lazy heart collector was of little use to the Organization and a slacker was hardly worth Zexion's precious time.

Time, something so valuable, that was now being set up to go to waste by one simple sentence--an order by Siax--to accompany Roxas on a mission to Agrabah. What fun it would be, to tail after a curiosity driven mess, attempting to somehow verbally force him to overachieve in his duties. Rewiring his brain to reverse the damage Axel had done would be a difficult task. Getting the puppet to talk may have been easier. Still, he acquiesced to the demand, waiting a tad impatiently by one of the sofas in the grey room for Roxas to finish preparations and allow them to be on their way.

"Quite done?" Zexion asked, lips pursing at the blond and his impatience showing. He would not be putting on a smiling face just to appease the child, and preferred it known that making others wait on you wasn't something to be done frequently.

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Uhmm, you? I’m sorta busy at the moment..ahehe. c:

Sure thing! Just gimme a little bit; I'm multi-tasking owo;;

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Is winging it fine with you? |D

of course, that sounds fine! <3 would you like me to type something up for a starter, or you? 

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Sure! c:

Ah that would be lovely! Did you have anything in mind, or did you just want to wing it or--?

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★ || Reconnaissance & Resonance

Recon had never been a particularly favorable job to the schemer, although it was admittedly easier than combating heartless. It was rather the repetition of it; gain access to a new world, take notes on the landscape, the people, the culture, then report back to Siax only to be told the data was insufficient. A grueling task and one Roxas was normally sent on but seeing as the island may have spurred up past memories, Zexion was sent instead.

A low sigh escaped his lips as he stepped out onto the sands of the serene world, the wind tugging lightly at his coat. So this was the keyblade bearer's home; a beach, a large, seemingly endless ocean, and seashells that glittered in the sunlight. Cheerful; no wonder someone of light was found here. Deciding to simply get this over with and make the best of a rather boring situation, he began walking, leaving footprints behind him as he paced over the shore. There were few people, most of the residents likely children who were away at school, or perhaps it was simply too hot for their liking. Regardless, few people were around and it would make things easier. At least, that was the idea, until he spotted a certain redhead standing on the edge of the pier, something about her hauntingly familiar. Perhaps part of a memory he did not wish to dig up, a part of his past better left unknown. Shaking his head, he continued to walk, hoping for both their sakes that she paid him no notice.

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Every morning started and ended the same way--he'd wake up, roll out of bed. throw on whatever clothes were laying on the floor of his dorm room and shuffle down to the coffee shop a block down from campus. Order a cup of coffe--black--and sit in the corner for an hour glaring at anyone who dared to talk to him while he attempted to wake himself up. If that pattern was in any way disrupted, it would result in a rather irritable Zexion and hell for whomever had to put up with him.

Which was why the recent snowstorm that resulted in a city wide blackout had put quite the cramp in things.

Grumbling quietly to himself he walked down the sidewalk, classes cancelled for the day and needing something to do. Kicking a small rock, hands shoved in his pockets, he made his way to who knows where, hardly paying any attention to the people around him. He was tired and annoyed, which was likely why when he ran into a young blond he just grunted a weak apology and didn't bother to stop, a scowl evident upon his face.

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// We could just wing it? I don’t have any particular ideas right now. Though we’d need a time frame? Since Aqua’s all in the Dark Realm heh. Cx //

Winging it sounds good! As for a time frame... Hmm. Suppose Zexion had to spend time in the Dark Realm after being killed (idk what to call it when a nobody dies :I;; ) by Axel? And he runs into Aqua there? Maybe sometime around the 8th or 9th year she's in there? //tilts head at you

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Legion of the living? What in Hearts are you talking about, Axel? All that smoke gone to your head?

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Hey there Zexion! How’ve you been? Welcome to my legion of the living~ Enjoy your stay.