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Two of a Kind [active]

Character(s): Zexion and Repliku
Content: SCIENCE! Which is to say Repliku’s round in Lab B
Setting: xxxxx
Time: xxxxx
Warnings: Experiments

With the previous two subjects thoroughly taken care of, it was time to move on to the third and final subject he had been assigned. The room had been once again put back into proper order, the vials of light and dark had been properly refilled, and that left only one thing.

A brief gesture was all it took to send the Dusks to fetch this subject, and in the meantime, he would simply wait quietly.

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Repliku had gone along with the Dusks willingly enough, if only because he was expecting to see Marluxia again. So when he found himself facing a certain familiar blue-haired man he wasn't quite sure how to react. Suddenly Marluxia's words of 'good luck' made sense.

Seeing the dead alive in this place was nothing new, he was supposed to be dead too after all, but this was different. This was different because he had been the one to kill Zexion. In fact, he still had the schemer's powers even now. It all made the situation seem more surrealistic.

A killer meeting his victim? He almost wanted to laugh at the irony but he could do little more than stare in surprise and anger.

While Zexion had no idea of the reasoning behind the emotions written so plainly on Repliku's face, he was not blind to the fact that they were there. And unlike his previous subject, he rather doubted those emotions were solely due to whatever Marluxia had whispered to him. No, this was likely something else entirely.

"Is something the matter?"

Repliku blinked, it was like the whole deal with Marluxia all over again. Zexion didn't know him? Well, that was fine. He'd like to keep it that way, if possible. And for once he didn't mind the messed up timelines Paixao seemed to be full of. They could work to his advantage and at least now he knew why they never bothered with him before.

"Besides getting kidnapped?" The replica composed himself, taking on a more usual arrogant stance as he raised his eyebrow haughtily.

For now, at the least, Repliku would get his wish. Eventually Zexion would take a stroll through his memories, but until that time it would be as he wished.

"That, at least, was none of my doing," Zexion answered calmly. It was the truth, more-or-less. He hadn't been the one to kidnap Repliku, merely the one to benefit from it.

It would be something the replica wasn't expecting at all. Since Marluxia had already done so, Repliku didn't think the reading of his memories would be repeated again. He was in for a surprise soon enough.

"You still play a part in it." The replica sneered, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Most people wouldn't have bothered repeating the reading of his memories. Most people, on the other hand weren't Zexion. It was harder to properly steer people onto the paths he wanted them to take without knowing who they were, and how they worked.

"As do you, now." A proper kidnapping need someone to have been kidnapped, after all.

Repliku was about ready to lash out, but he wisely kept still for once. Just to wait and see where this was going, perhaps. Not to mention he had questions. Questions Marluxia hadn't bothered answering and although there was doubt Zexion would be any different he figured he could still try.

"What do you want with us?"

"You don't need to know."

He might want to know, of course, but that was hardly Zexion's concern. Want was hardly the same as need and in either case, Zexion wasn't going to mention just why they'd kidnapped who they had. Repliku would simply have to get used to the disappointment of not knowing.

Figures. Luckily Repliku was spared the disappointment as he hadn't really been expecting much of an answer. Not a straight one anyway. It wasn't like he cared all that much either. He just wanted himself and Nina out of this place. Naminé was probably still waiting for him too.

"Let us go."

"I will not."

He had the power to, at least in theory. But doing so would be to write off the experiment before it had even begun, and that was not something Zexion intended to do. He would see this to it's end, and if Repliku hated him for it, he could deal with that.

"Tch." Repliku glared. Of course things were never that easy.

Deciding that talking to Zexion wasn't going to get anywhere, Repliku instead focused on the room itself. Escaping from this place shouldn't be that hard but he had to get Nina out too. That could make things difficult.

"If you're looking for a way out, you won't find one."

Not that Repliku couldn't look for one all the same, but between the blank white walls and the sparse furnishings of the room there wasn't all that much to see. Nor was leaving precisely an option but Zexion half-expected that Repliku know that already.

In that case it was a good thing he could create portals like the rest of the Organization. Though the sad thing was that he couldn't teleport as far as they could, only small distances. He had to know where he was going too and right now he had no idea just where in Paixao they were being kept.

If he tried using portals now he probably wouldn't get any further than back to the cells. That wasn't going to help matters much. Well, he could always go for option two.

"Then I'll just have to make one," he said defiantly. Violence. When in doubt that usually seemed to work.

Nor would he ever know just where they were being held, if Zexion had his way about things. Secrecy was a great ally, if one could hold on to it. No one to know when you would strike, or where, or how. Misdirection, trickery, lies. All things that were useful and that Zexion had no qualms using.

"Again, I wouldn't advise it," he answered calmly, almost as if he'd expected that answer from Repliku.

"Like I care," Repliku growled in response.

He was going to get out of here one way or the other, sooner or later. Sooner if he could help it. Already he was focusing on the darkness inside him, conjuring it up to get ready to attack. Best to get Zexion out of the way first. If Real Thing had done it then of course he could too.

Unfortunately for Repliku, the scent of darkness gathering was one that was all too familiar to Zexion. But if the boy wished to telegraph his intentions so clearly, he wouldn't be the one to stop him.

"That will be quite enough of that."

The words were followed by what could only be called pain, a sharp stabbing pain and the momentary shortness of breath that accompanied it. Of course, neither were real, instead simply illusions that existed in Repliku's mind but it would feel real and it was Zexion's hope that it would at least discourage the boy from attacking temporarily.

Luckily for Zexion it did work. At the short stabbing pain Repliku lost all concentration as he gasped, the darkness he had been gathering dissipating and leaving the replica confused. He hadn't seen an attack or anything of the sort, Zexion hadn't moved an inch. There had only been pain and nothing more. Not even a wound.

"What did you do?"

If Repliku had been expecting Zexion to provide him with a proper explanation, he would have to deal with not getting one - Zexion saw no good reason to explain what lay behind what was, at the moment, likely his only advantage. To explain it would be to admit to the non-reality of what he had done, and that would only serve as a foothold into being able to understand and thereby overcome them.

"Consider it a reminder, or perhaps a suggestion," he answered after a moment. "Fight, and it will only go the worse for you."

After all, when Repliku had taken on Zexion, he was end the end of his strength. Here it was exactly the opposite.

Rather than backing down, it only made Repliku more rebellious. It was true that back in Castle Oblivion it hadn't even been a fight. He didn't know just what exactly Zexion could do but in his mind it didn't matter. He would get out of here.

After all they may not be the same, but he should be able to do what his original could do. Keeping that in mind, Repliku tensed and focused all his darkness to his hand to create a Dark Firaga.

Of course he would. It was hardly Zexion's intention to keep him hostage forever, after all. But the longer Repliku fought, the longer he would be forced to stay.

At the appearance of the Dark Firaga however, Zexion did move. It was not a gesture that promised violence though. Instead, it was a mere snap of the fingers, light flooding the room almost as if in response; a light that was bright enough to very nearly blind anyone, as it bounced off the white-painted walls and blurred the edges of the few pieces of furniture in the room until it was hard to tell where the wall began and they ended.

And somehow in the midst of it all, Zexion had quite simply... disappeared, although logic would suggest that he had to be in the room somewhere.

Of course Repliku didn't know that and he was rebellious by nature. Not to mention he'd rather get out of here before Zexion or whoever else could do whatever they had planned to do. He was pretty sure it could be nothing good.

The light forced the replica to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his face. But despite the disadvantage he still blindly fired the Dark Firaga in the direction Zexion had been standing, hoping it would hit. Perhaps luck would be on his side for once.

Unfortunately for Repliku, the Dark Firaga wouldn't hit as Zexion had been on the move since he'd flooded the room with light. Admittedly, the light made it hard to see, but Zexion had never been dependent on sight alone to show him where things were.

Consequently when he next spoke up it was from somewhere in off to Repliku's left. "Enough."

He held no illusions that Repliku would actually obey, but he figured it couldn't hurt to try.

Now sight wasn't the only thing Repliku relied on, scent was important to him as a being of darkness too. But here the scents were confusing, there was both strong light and darkness around, and he wasn't one to stop and think unless he was really forced to.

So at the sound of a voice to his left, Repliku proved Zexion right as he immediately wheeled around and charged blindly - relying on everything but sight - as his Soul Eater started forming in his hand, poised to strike.

Repliku might not be one to stop and think, but Zexion still had a few things left to try. Admittedly, he had very little interest in getting close to the weapon Repliku had summoned but there was more than one way to show a display of force.

He'd start with the simplest, summoning his own weapon before rather literally throwing it at the boy. Of course, a hard-bound book didn't make for the most aerodynamic of weapons, but it didn't need to be. All it needed was to hit, and he was more than capable of managing that.

Of course, with the Lexicon as invisible as he was it would be a good deal harder to see coming, but that just made it easier for him.

Repliku could hear something but by the time he realized what was happening, something hard hit his head with enough force to make him stagger, successfully stopping his advance. The blow left him dizzy and open for attack as he clutched his head with a pained hiss.

And still he couldn't even see what had hit him. "What the--"

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