paixaorpg | The Schemer and the Keybearer of Earth [active]

Character(s): Zexion and Terra
Content: A new scent has arisen. The schemer seeks to find out to whom it belongs.
Setting: The day after this
Time: One of the various stores around the city
Warnings: Potential manipulation

A near-familiar scent in a strange city. Zexion would almost have called it a stroke of luck, had he not known both that the chance of finding anyone arriving in Paixao was based solely on random chance and that there was no guarantee that it would even be someone worth the effort. Still, that was no reason to take chances. The fewer chances he had to be recognized here the better. Of course, he rarely went as himself these days, but assuming they were related to the Superior it would be better to leave his more usual disguise behind. 'Ian' was too close to various things he'd been called. Better to leave that behind for now.

Fortunately, he'd long since arranged for a back-up plan. Thus it was that the person stepping out into the streets of the city proper was - or rather appeared to be - a pale young man with a shock on messily-trimmed red hair. From there it was merely the matter of tracking the scent back to its origin. It took time, of course, but eventually he managed to trace it to one of the small shops scattered around the place.

Not the first place he would have looked, but no matter. It was as good a place to start as any.

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If it wasn't for cure magic, Terra would probably be bed ridden from the fight with Alexander, if not outright dead. But all three of the people in that fight had been well equipped with fairly high level cure spells, so he was no worse for wear the next day, except maybe for a dull, lingering soreness, though that was something Terra was more than used to.

As for the matter of being stuck here? Well, there were only so many times Terra could try to leave, only to end up back in this city. So for the moment, Terra decided to wait, not give up, mind, since Terra was hardly the type to. But just wait.

So he was currently occupying himself by browsing a small shop at was near the apartment Lightning and Hope stayed in. His perusal of the stores shelves would bring him near the red-haired young man.

Ah, there was the scent he'd been looking for. Deep, strong darkness that lurked around a core of light. A heart that had not yet entirely given in to the darkness within it, but saw little fear in staring into the darkness. It was something he hadn't felt for a very long time, but it was very much familiar. Xehanort, or someone who could very nearly be him.

Very interesting. He'd need to look more into the matter later. After all, as far as he'd ever heard, Xehanort had never recalled his past and the Superior had certainly never claimed to have learned anything new, not that he'd really pressed to much. But given the few cases of Nobodies being born without memories of their past lives he's seen thus far it would make sense. And yet, should this unassuming young man prove to have a connection with the Superior he wasn't quite sure he wished to mention it. Not even he could tell what would be changed if Xemnas learned more of his past.

But that didn't mean he wasn't about to talk to him. How better was he to learn, after all?

"Finding anything interesting?" he drawled, letting idle curiosity fill his voice. It didn't matter to him if there wasn't an answer.

Terra was somewhat startled that someone started up a random conversation with him. It wasn't something Terra was really used to happening all that often.

"Oh. Um, nothing really," Terra replied, looking down at the red haired man, "What about you?"

It was that unfamiliarity that Zexion was relying on. If people were surprised, they were off balance and that in turn made it easier to get what one was expecting of them. Of course, it still took a gentle touch, but he was certainly no stranger to that. A little nudge here, and a push there and one could get the most unique results.

But for now, he needed to arrange for an appropriate first impression and so he arranged his face into one of mild disinterest and shrugged.

"Nothing particular. These places are a bit hit or miss."

Terra, of course, was completely unaware of Zexion's plans. He was also, generally speaking, the type to give people the benefit of the doubt.

That tendency had come back to bite him several times already. But the young man that was talking to him didn't seem at all threatening or suspicious,, so Terra's guard was down, so to speak.

"Well, it's nothing like I've seen back home," So he had to give Paixao that, at least.

Nor would he. Zexion was hardly the sort to show display of violence. That was left in the hands of other members of their number. His chosen weapon was far simpler. And so he would have been surprised indeed if he'd come off as suspicious thus far.

But rather than give Terra reason to believe anything that what had already been established, he simply shrugged.

"I doubt it would be like anything most of us saw in our homes."

Or anywhere, now that Terra thought about it. It was too modern to be like the Enchanted Dominion, or the Dwarf Woodlands. The closest thing he could think of was Radiant Garden, yet it was still too old fashioned.

Terra broke away from his thoughts when he realized he hadn't introduced himself yet.

"I'm Terra, by the way," he offered to the young man.

Terra. It was a good solid name, and while Zexion wasn't at all the sort to assume that a person's name gave a hint to their personality it did offer at least some insights into their world. It was a small thing, really, but it was a place to begin.

Not to mention it very conveniently gave him a better mental designation than what he otherwise would have used.

"Call me Red," he answered with an easy smile. "Most people do."

Red. It was an easy enough name, or rather nickname, to remember.

Terra was never really one for small talk, but he was going to try anyway.

"How long have you been here?'

Ah, now there was a tricky question. He'd been around longer than most, but he couldn't well admit to having been around long enough to see things that most people had forgotten by this point. It was enough to have one of his personas claim to have been around that long. Too many and things would begin to look suspicious on the off-chance that anyone began to connect them to each other.

So he'd need to have the proper sort of answer. One that sounded plausible without being suspicious. So he simply shrugged, as if he hadn't been too careful about keeping track of the passage of time.

"Long enough to have picked up a thing or two about the place."

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