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[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[Time to get back to work. Xeha's lab is open, today; he's busying himself with piles of external flash drives, notebooks, restoring the data he'd lost to the flood and not yet put back in place.

How to make a keyblade... somehow, after what he's seen recently, that goal feels strange. But he's determined.
He loads up another drive's worth of documents and sighs.

Not going to be easy.]

((Don't head on down the Braig thread if you want to stay out of spoiltown, especially later on.))

Comments

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. I'm sure you don't want to get into the politics of it all.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to?

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

Good point.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

I'll leave that to the tacticians.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

Not your line of work?

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

I'm their eyes in the sky.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

That's logical enough. Play to your strengths.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

[He nods]

Someone has to keep those British guys out of our skies.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

I can't say I've heard of this 'Brit' in any worlds, but if it's a threat, I'd think so.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

Well, they're the ones we're at war with.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[He simply nods.] Sounds simple enough there.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

[Xigbar grins.]

I thought it might.