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[terranort.livejournal.com]

[Terranort was working in his lab once more, but here the gas started to come. He didn't recognize it, of course, but it didn't seem prudent to breathe it in. He tried to avoid it, but the next room he went into was filled with the stuff: he's breathed in a lot.

After observing the others he has deduced the effects, and so right now...]

...Such a pity.

[Please, feel free to take advantage of this. He has a lot of secrets]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

A pity, Xehanort? How so?

[oh, pardon the dork coming in from behind.]

[terranort.livejournal.com]

I have breathed in a large amount of this gas. [...Pause, slight frown, and then he seems to shrug a millimeter. He didn't mean to say it like that]

Have you deduced its effects yet, Ienzo?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. The gas compels those who inhale it to speak the truth.

[hm...]

[terranort.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[He's uncomfortable, but is obviously not showing it. Hm]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Are you affected, then?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

Quite severely. I strolled into the wrong room.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ah...

[hmm. Frowns a bit.]

Though it's not as though you have much to hide, is it?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

[...Nn.] If only it were that simple.

[Shit.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Hm... Well, what is it that you wish to hide, if that is the case?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

A great many things. All men have their secrets, Ienzo.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

True, I suppose.

[...gah, curious Ienzo is curious.]

In that case... what sort of things are you referring to?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

[Hn. Still generic, so he'll reply likely with] Well for example, my preference to briefs.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[ope! Pardon this kid here, he was just walking by but can't help but come to a stop. ...who is this guy, and why does he look so familiar?]

[terranort.livejournal.com]

[...It's him again. There's a sense he feels with every Roxas, but this one is the strongest. This one is the closet to being reborn. His fact flickers to something not unlike nostalgia for a half-second and then resumes it's normal look]

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

Er...

[he feels uncomfortable. Why? Just shifts around a bit before speaking.]

Do you know where all this smoke's coming from?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

I do not. I did not bother to locate the source yet.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[scratches his head, still looking a bit confused.]

This is too weird. Is something burning?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. This gas is a toxin most likely magical in nature that forests one to tell the truth.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

The truth?

[blinkblink.]

But why would it do that?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

A spell, perhaps.

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

A spell...

[--oh!]

Hey, what's your name?

[terranort.livejournal.com]

[...Hn. His current name is--]

Xehanort.

1/2

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

Xeh--

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[...g-guh. Clutching his head a bit.]

[terranort.livejournal.com]

And yours?