More Human

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[If this new Zexion is at all disturbed by the fact that this room is not, in fact, Axel's house, where his group is so prone to congregating, he doesn't show it. Whether this is because he didn't really want to go to Axel's in the first place or because he just isn't one to show such emotions, is unknown.

There is something somewhat...off about him though, compared to the others. Maybe it's that there isn't so much darkness beneath his eyes, or that the hollow look that comes with losing your heart is missing.

This Zexion does indeed have a heart, but it is not a thing of light or darkness, but rather an organ that keeps his blood flowing and him...living. If he were to lose his heart, he would not be a nobody, a shell of a being, but still mostly alive, he would dead; dead as doornail, kicked the bucket, pushing up daisies and any other euphemisms one could think of.

He is ultimately less...(pardon the upcoming pun)animated, than his doubles that occupy this in-between dimension.]

Comments

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

You look lost.

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[ He gives a slight nod, keen eyes sliding over to her, and the fact that she is, and is not Kairi, registers in a back part of his mind and is filed away for later investigation. ]

This is not...as I recall, where the door I opened used to lead to.

[His tone is placid, not panicked or frightened or confused as most were upon landing here, but calm and observational.]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling.

You're in a dressing room, if that makes any sense.

The Internet hates me

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[Pause. Blink.]

...Not even remotely.

[A dressing room? He's not quite sure how that would make sense, though, not many other unwilling residents understand either.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[just walkin' by, dragging a big stuffed cat along the ground.]

Hi!

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[Another Kairi. Hm, interesting. He's never been good with kids, though they seem to be fascinated by him anyway, something he's never quite understood.]

Hello...?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know anything about Zexions, only Ienzos, and this guy looks like another one, so she'll toddle over, smiling.]

You lost?

I'm not sure this sentence makes sense. I blame my cold.

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

Ah...yes.

[He's not sure how he feels about admitting he's lost to this tiny version of someone he vaguely knows, but it can't be any worse than admitting it to the version of her that's carrying a steel pipe, can it?]

*pats*

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

It's okay! Ev'rybody gets lost here. It's called th'dressing room, an' it brings looots of people in from their worlds. There's doubles of ev'rybody, like big mes and boy mes an' everything. Oh, but we can't go home by ourselves.

[She just beams up at him, never minding giving a new person the explanation.]

Re: *pats*

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[He nods in understanding, because he actually does sort of understand...sort of. As much as one can understand landing in a different world.

And to think, earlier today the only thing he had been worried about was making sure Larxene wasn't allowed near the cat, Xigbar stayed away from the knives, and Axel stopped stalking that poor blond kid.]

So, there's no way out?

[That...was mildly depressing.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[She frowns a little, but nods.]

Yeah. Nobody knows how we get here. This place is kinda like magic, so it just sucks ev'rybody up! Sometimes people leave, but it's like they just disappear, 'cause they don't get to pick.

[And, wanting to be helpful, she'll reach up to pat his arm.]

Don't worry though! There's lotsa nice people here!