Listening to classical music and eating sea-salt ice-cream.

That’s good to hear. I’m doing well, but I’m a little bit tired because I’ve been staying up late often to write research papers. (OOC: Hey! :D That’s awesome! Nice to meet you; I go by Silver. What’s your name?)

Hello there, Ventus. :) How are you?

Thesis

Xehanort’s head is bent down, fingers tightly gripping a delicate pen, stacks of paper perch precariously on his desk. A few thick tomes are scattered on the floor, their pages old and worn.

He flips through the books with a fervent expression, searching for the right page. He returns to his desk, gently tapping the pen on his desk - tap tap tap. Beads of sweat begin to form, sliding down his skin. His mouth is angled in a grimace as he writes furiously.

Not much more now…, his mind whispers.

He feels a piercing migraine; not sure to its source. He rubs his forehead, willing the pain to go away so that he can continue.

Or so he hopes.

Muse (Reply: isa-has-a-dream)

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wedotoohaveheartss:

You guys?

Hmmm…I’ve never seen you around here before. My name is Xehanort and I am an apprentice of Master Ansem of Radiant Garden. What is yours?

The Somebodies’ reactions to meeting their Nobodies.

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XehanortTerraAnsemWhateverHisNameIsLetsCallHimRoderigo

Braig

Dilan

Even

Aeleus

Ienzo

Isa

Lea