reflectionsofdestiny | Important news. [RP scene: Dressing Room continuity] [spoilers]

Important news. [RP scene: Dressing Room continuity] [spoilers]

Meet at simulation room.

There are times in Xehanort's life where he can't help but be verbose. Text messages, however, are not one of them. And a quick note to Braig to let him know that now would be a good time to discuss important matters is not something he feels to be worth a speech.

The room he's sending directions towards is currently set up with bright clear screens and workstations, and to cap things off, a couple of comfy chairs. Once more, he's opting for simplicity over his flair for the dramatic.

Right now, he thinks he needs a bit of comfort behind him.

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[There's no return text, although this is not necessarily uncommon with Braig. He likes to keep people on their toes too much for him to always answer. He does treat it like the serious request that it is, though. He knows well enough that Xehanort doesn't often text.

So a moment later, he knocks on the door. Teleportation is handy, sometimes.]

[They're not his usual style, it's true. But it's better to do that, he feels, than ... experiment. And right now, a little bit of pretense at being a normal person is helpful.

As the knock comes, he heads over to open it-]

Punctual as ever.

[He gives a thin, sly smile.]

You know me.

[And that he is just as willing to not be punctual when the mood strikes him.]

[He gives a little nod at that. Considering he knows what he's about to reveal is very much in Braig's interest to know, he'd hope that one of those moods wouldn't strike right now.]

Make yourself comfortable. Though this shouldn't be a long explanation.

[Xeha doesn't need to ask twice, and Braig settles into one of the chairs without further ado.]

Ready when you are, then.

[He nods again and quickly moves to set up the information on the displays, before settling down himself.]

As I said, I've finished analysing the readings I took from your heart that time. They've proved very interesting, overall. They seem to be giving us multiple routes we can take...

[He pauses, biting off his own urge to ramble on, and sighs.]

No. I won't make you wait for what I have to say.

You're a potential keybearer.

[Braig is almost ready to start tuning out some of the details of Xeha's rambling, when the sigh calls him to attention again - and just in time. The news catches him off-guard and for a long time there's nothing but silence as he wraps his mind around the idea.

Finally, he offers an incredulous laugh. It's almost too much to believe. Him? A potential wielder?]

Guess the old man offered a little more than he thought.

[He gives a brief chuckle back, far from surprised at Braig's own surprise. After all that time? News like that?

And now he settles halfway into rambling on mode, back into the technical talk that comes naturally - and takes him away from the harder to deal with details.]

His influence is a large part of it, I'll admit. It's provided quite a big boost to everything else; [showing off diagrams] that's his, here and here, but you can see that it's also affected here and here, giving a general increase in strength, especially in the darker sectors as you might expect. Which is a lot of them to say the least.

[Braig nods at the explanation. It's interesting, really, to see just how much the old man gave him, all those years ago. Sure, he hadn't regretted it, but he hadn't really known what it had done. Not until now, anyway.]

Y'know, I can't say I'm really surprised.

[He smiles slightly, an odd sort of humour in his expression.]

As much as I complain about him, I'm hardly going to deny when he did something that worked. [An idle shrug. Complimenting the old man, even in a roundabout way, does tend to leave a slightly sour taste in his mouth.
But it's true enough here. From all he's been able to see, that at least had been a worthwhile gift in its own twisted way. Perhaps not all of it, perhaps not all of what came with it - but this bit.]

It's not all him, though. Here, here - those are strong signatures that I can't trace back to him. And while I don't know if you'd have made it on your own in the past? It's not something that's relevant now. Everything you've done - everything I've seen you do that you haven't as of yet, too [another quick smile, as he thinks on those times] - just adds to that impression. Your heart's strong in its own way.

You really think so?

[It's funny, really. He's gone so much of his life without honest praise of any sort that finally hear that he's done good leaves him honestly unsure of how to feel, even if he trusts Xeha to have it right.]

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Do you think that I... [He stresses it - your friend, your brother at heart, who's been with you through so much that you don't know] would lie about that?

[And with an idle smile, he adds-] Especially when the consequences are so important to what I'm doing as well as what you are. In any case, there, you have it. Everything that's happened has left you the latest potential wielder to walk these halls.

How do you feel about that, hm?

[Braig falls silent for a moment, turning the idea over in his head. He's always wanted a key of his very own, that much he knows. But to actually have the potential, and of his own actions? That's a very different matter entirely.]

Kinda strange, actually. I mean, I didn't actually expect to, y'know?

I doubt there are many people who've ever expected it. But there we have it. There's so much in our lives that is unexpected, after all.

[Xehanort gives a light chuckle, then falls a little quieter.]

It does, however, leave us with a dilemma.

I'm listening.

[And not even the sort of half-listening that he often defaults to, either.]

It changes the circumstances of our experiments. It changes the conditions of the promise I made to you. Giving a keyblade to someone who can inherit his own? While we can at least be sure you'll be able to wield it, in turn, you're no longer a blank slate to work with. And equally, if you were to inherit before that point, it would make the outcome unclear.

At the same time, I did make you that promise.

[One of those rare odd phrasings on his part where it's unclear whether the 'I' refers to his present or past incarnation.]

Tell me about our options, here.

[He gestures, sighs.]

On one hand, we could proceed as if we never knew this news. We keep working. And I present you with a key designed for you the way we'd always intended.

On the other, we could have you inherit. I can go through with the ceremony with you, or we can find another suitable Master who'd be willing to - I'm unsure who except a very cooperative old man might, however. A key chooses you the way that it normally happens. And I ... alter my techniques.

Ah, I suppose we get the same results either way, right?

[A shake of his head-]

The issue is that I [and ugh, he doesn't like admitting this] don't know.

Alllllllright, then. I guess the question is what we wanna do, then.

If it comes down to it, for myself ... I don't want to introduce more confounding factors into this experiment than already exist. I want to keep working as I was. But this isn't just about me.

Wellllll, I get a Keyblade either way. Not much difference there.

[That earns a bit of a laugh.]

You'd be happy to wait, still?

I've already been waiting ten years. What's a little more, hunh?

You make a good point. I just wanted to be sure before I started deciding for both of us.

You go do what you want. Me, I'll just take what comes of it.

Even when it'll be the hardest route? Because those scans aren't going to be the last thing I'll need you for between then and now.

Ah, it's not like I can't deal with hard.

[Laughing slightly-] Very well, then.

You just do what you need to. I'll be around.

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