Compassion

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[Eraqus hasn't had the easiest time adjusting to the dressing room. First there was the attack by those Heartless, then there was the incident of walking in on Ven suffering from a bad case of hand-to-panty magnetism with a young girl the Master had never met, and just yesterday, he learned there are rooms around here that magically strip you down to your underwear. He could have gone several lifetimes without that particular experience.

Needless to say, at this point the Keyblade Master is looking for a safe location to rest up. The incident with Ven still bothers him, to the point that all he's really looking to do right now is sit and think it over.

In the end, he settles for something very familiar. The room in question is decorated in alabaster, gold, and teal colors. There are stained glass windows. It's also pretty darn huge.

He takes a seat in one of the thrones situated on the far end of the room and... proceeds with the thinking. Mulling.]

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[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

And yet, some manage it better than others.

["Terra never did this when he was Ven's age."

Of course, he doesn't know about the whole darkness submitting deal yet.]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

... hm. Terra.

[Yes, he doesn't. Meanwhile, Lyra was already spoiled of those events, so there's a wistful look on her face there.]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

He will make a fine Master someday soon.

[He doesn't quite recognize the look. Ah, ignorance. Such bliss.]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

... indeed. ... he will.

[Turns away to not look so sad. Poor old grandma's heart breaks when she thinks about Terra and... "Xehanort".]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Frowns slightly, wondering what that's about, but he shrugs it off for now. Maybe she has something else on her mind.]

It was good to see you again, Lyra.

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Sighs.]

You too, Eraqus. If you don't mind though, I'll check on your apprentices once in a while.

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'm sure they would appreciate that. Especially if you had cookies with you at the time.

[The cookies, even he knows of them.]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

Do you want some for yourself?

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

No, no. I couldn't.

["I will be the first man in the kitchen the next time I smell cookies baking."]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

["Don't worry, I'll make sure they're low fat. Diabetes can kill you."]

Of course. As usual.

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[If the little old lady with her cane or the little old man with his Keyblade and apprentice don't take you out first.]

Old habits.

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[As long as your apprentices aren't DYING, you'll survive me.]

I know, I know. Not even for old times' sake?

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[I won't kill them. MX, on the other hand... Might want to wave your rod at him.]

Perhaps just this once.