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[he's sitting at a table somewhere, a cup of coffee nearby, his briefcase leaning against the table leg, and his laptop out. he's currently staring at the screen, which is filled with a mass of calculations and formulae, tapping his chin in thought.]

Hmmm. I suppose that as frustrating as it is being stuck here, it gives me time to perfect certain projects. I don't suppose anyone knows the components of this 'truth gas' that seems to have affected that majority of this place's occupants?

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[Wanders past the table, dropping his hand away from his mouth long enough to offer a very quickly spoken, all-in-one-breath sort of suggestion.]

Ethanol, scopolamine, temazepam, sodium pentothal, or other barbiturates may be involved. Or it could be an extract of sorts from the essence of Light itself that invokes a truthful response in the darkness of hearts but I'm not so sure about that as I haven't researched the element of Light and quite frankly have no interest in such a worthless component of the natural world.

[Inhales deeply~ and replaces the hand over his mouth.]

....wow. can I have your scientific babies? :|

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[stares for a moment, blinking]

Of course... [and there's the rapid typing as he enters a few things into his computer] Now, what is this about Light? ....and why are you covering your mouth?

Too much Google, let me show you it.

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[Stands to the side, his attention bouncing between the laptop and the man that sort of looks like Even. Waits for a moment then uncovers his mouth again.]

Light, the inconvenient counterpart of the element of Darkness that composes anywhere between 25 and 75 percent of the average metaphysical heart. I generally consider it the weaker element but it can, in theory, serve to create artificial feelings or reactions often associated with Light- such as truthfulness.

And I've been covering my mouth as approximately twenty-four hours ago, I encountered the unidentified gas and ever since then... [Enter nervous glance over his shoulder.] ...have been saying things out loud that would get me hung, drawn and quartered back in the Garden.

[Bites his lip, slips the hand back up, and returns to watching Vexen's computer.]

I need to get buddy-buddy with google if I'm gonna be more scientific-like :x

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[notices the attention his laptop is getting and closes a few of the programs running]

The metaphysical heart... I've not heard anything on this subject.

Ah, you too had a run-in with this 'truth gas' then? That is rather unfortunate.

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[Slightest of head tilts and his fingers come to rest on his chin when no Awful, Socially Unacceptable Thoughts arise.]

We were only beginning to study the metaphysical heart back in my world.

I assume you've escaped it so far... ah, Vexen, is it? Or do you go by Even?

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But what is it?

Yes, I appear to have escaped it. And yes, my name is Vexen. Vexen Hayes, to be specific. You are?

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The metaphysical representative of the heart that acts as the main source for emotions?

[And bowing.] It's an honor to meet you, Vexen Hayes. I'm Xehanort.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

The main source of emotions... Hm. Back home, emotions are generally connected to the brain, not the heart.

[a little surprised at the formality, but dips his head in response] It is a pleasure to meet you, Xehanort.

[another.livejournal.com]

That was probably a common belief back in my Master's Kingdom, as well... At least, until they discovered the presence of the metaphysical heart. [Straightens up, nodding.]

You remind me of an old colleague of mine.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... perhaps one day such a thing will be discovered back home. There are still many mysteries revolving around emotion that scientists cannot explain.

Do I?