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[It doesn't look like it's a good time to be Xehanort.

He's on a couch, his feet pulled up onto it, his keyblade laid across his knees. He's staring at his reflection in its shaft. At the young face that maybe shouldn't even exist, taking in the similarities and differences to those he's seen and remembered. Whispering-]

How does it all fit together...?

[Sigh. This is giving him a headache.]

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[This boy reminds her of someone...]

...You have a keyblade, too?

[She studies the keyblade in his lap. She didn't know so many people could use it!]

[Oh! He looks up - she reminds him of someone, too, that's for sure. He nods.]

I think there's a few of us around the place who can.

Oh... well, that's kind of cool, I guess.

[She smiled slightly.]

I'm...

[She then realized that introducing herself could jeopardize the whole Organization, but then again, they weren't back home...]

[Whatever.]

I'm Roxas. What about you?

[Aha, so he's caught the other spike-haired blond to the one he knows best... he nods.]

I'm Xehanort.

Well, nice to meet you Xehanort.

[She nodded.]

I'm new here, so I really have no idea what's going on...

[Those're rare words to hear.]

What do you know already? I can fill you in...

Well... I learned that my, well, fellow "co-workers" you could say, are here. At least one of each, so I'm hoping I'll run into them. I already met one of my friends. She told me some stuff, but it was still really confusing.

[He nods.] About what? The different worlds? Different versions of people?

Yeah, exactly that. It was... really weird to hear. But I guess I'm gonna have to learn to live with it.

No worries. My connection's been insane this weekend, too.

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[A certain someone is standing behind the couch, looking down at Xehanort through his visor. Not that his journey from the door to that spot was a quiet one what with the armor clanking and crunching.

He's making up for all the noise by being eerily silent now, though.]

[He glances around, seeing where the noise had come from - oh. Of all the people...!]

Ah. [A little weakly-] Hello.

[The greeting triggers a strange enough reaction: he hefts his Keyblade up over his head and swings, aiming the blow at the younger man. But the attack never even has a chance of connecting as the Keyblade comes to an abrupt stop about a foot from the back of the couch.]

It's been a long time since I last saw you here.

[He lowers the key to his side.]

[Ack! He raises his own to defend - an awkward motion, giving his position! - but stops as soon as he realises that Terra's not out for blood. Putting it down slowly...]

I was away for a while. Back in my world. Came back about a month ago.

[He nods, moving around the furniture. His armor falls away in flecks of light and what's left behind is a normal-enough looking Terra. Except about half of his body is riddled with what could only be described as blurry streaks. An old gift's falling apart, but that doesn't stop him from making shooing motions for Xehanort to move over so he can sit.]

How was that? Being... home again?

[He scoots over obligingly, giving Terra a slightly curious look but not wanting to say anything... not wanting to offend him. The key fades out for a bit.]

It was good seeing everyone again. I'd - missed them so much. But other than that... [He shrugs.] Busy. Lots to do.

[Smart, Xehanort. Terra settles beside him on the couch and crosses one leg over the other.]

Your friends...? [That gets a curious look.] Did they miss you, too?

[He pauses, shaking his head. He doesn't want an answer to that particular question.] I take it you've been keeping up with the Keyblade?

[He nods. ] Very much so. Been putting the theory into practice, you could say. It's been - working well for me.

[Strange. Most of this place had quickly faded like a dream... but the knowledge of how to use his weapon hadn't.]