Excuse combo posting...

[forza_del_bene]

[It takes a little more than being forcibly shunted into someone else's body to keep Xeha away from his work. Sleeping through the whole day? Okay, that sucks. Waking up in the night to a body feeling unnatural and starved? Also sucks, but he could cope.

He's worried, sure. He's worked out just what his apparent current host is. But he can work with that, even if it involves making a few calls: someone or something can help, he's sure. He's a scientist. He's not squeamish. He can manage a little bloodletting if there's a volunteer. Getting one might be hard, in context, but still...

The problem is not as much what he's feeling as what he's hearing. The faint echoing and whispering at the back of his mind, he'd noticed fairly quickly.

But it was when Master Xehanort's voice spoke up that he understood. Terra, later, and more - voices from all the fragmented facets of his self and heart, wherever they might be. That had to explain it.

A shame that it'd had to be like this before he could directly communicate with everything that made his mind... why now? Why from here? He's not sure. But he's sure of what he's hearing. And he's sure he's hearing more than just them, too...

Which is why there's what looks like a Luxord (and a strange one to anyone who takes the time to really look) carrying various volumes on the Keyblade Wars and Kingdom Hearts through some of the shadier back corridors - heading for a place where he can really try and understand what's going on. And whispering to himself, on occasion-]

Be patient. I'm doing what I can. You understand how much there is, after all...

((Vampire madness plus Xehanort mind not knowing what's what equals hallucinatory mwahaha. Backdated to the first night after all this went down.))