[So they did have it elsewhere. Axel couldn't even say if he plucked the concept from watching the rest of his crew or if doing so reminded him of something tucked back in his memories. All he knows is he needed social interaction and he needed it now.
Xehanort was one of the few people he could trust to stay on target as well as... potentially hold his interest, when little else would satisfy the numbness of all this recent isolation.]
[ huh? just... like that? xehanort kind of stares at his shellphone for a few minutes, genuinely taken aback by the-- not really an offer, is it. demand?
hm. ]
okay. [ easy enough to go along with, past the initial confusion. more interesting to try and learn answers this way. briefly he wonders if axel should be the one to start, but, no. a little control over this? he'd take what he could, though, with that said, ] fire.
[Xehanort is right to seek control where he can because its true, this was not a polite request. More like a mutual appeal than anything overtly friendly, but they can use eachother in this way. They're good at that. Me, quite honestly comes to mind, but Axel doesn't want to hear whatever descriptor Xehanort has in that regard.]
[ a change of direction almost immediately. he's already determined to play along with this by throwing as many curveballs as possible without going too off-topic. get things moving. ]
[Hm, he does not know of keyblade armor no. Perhaps it could be metaphorical in this case, or simply in concept itself?]
Guard.
[After all, that was who he knew wore such things. And what else was armor for but a way to guard oneself from outside influence; physically or mentally?]
[ ah, a word that could be taken in a few different ways. opened up a couple of directions, but... one stands out. ]
reflect.
[ another with multiple interpretations. a reflection of an attack, as a guard might do? a reflection of an image, as a barrier to the unknown? a reflection upon oneself, to shield the heart? ]
[The answer comes unbidden, suddenly, and in his own voice from somewhere in the back of his mind.]
Mirror
[A mirror that reflects you the phrase echoes internally inside his head, like a forgotten song lyric. That was what mirrors did, though Axel can't quite seem to place what else the fragmented piece of memory had possibly been about. Less of a twist for Xehanort this time, maybe but certainly a puzzle for the Nobody to momentarily ponder.]
[ not an unexpected reply, but more direct than what he might have assumed to be axel's first choice. maybe it wasn't? interesting. text removed a lot of tells for this kind of thing.
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[So they did have it elsewhere. Axel couldn't even say if he plucked the concept from watching the rest of his crew or if doing so reminded him of something tucked back in his memories. All he knows is he needed social interaction and he needed it now.
Xehanort was one of the few people he could trust to stay on target as well as... potentially hold his interest, when little else would satisfy the numbness of all this recent isolation.]
Let's play it.
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hm. ]
okay. [ easy enough to go along with, past the initial confusion. more interesting to try and learn answers this way. briefly he wonders if axel should be the one to start, but, no. a little control over this? he'd take what he could, though, with that said, ] fire.
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[Xehanort is right to seek control where he can because its true, this was not a polite request. More like a mutual appeal than anything overtly friendly, but they can use eachother in this way. They're good at that.
Me, quite honestly comes to mind, but Axel doesn't want to hear whatever descriptor Xehanort has in that regard.]
Power.
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[ a change of direction almost immediately. he's already determined to play along with this by throwing as many curveballs as possible without going too off-topic. get things moving. ]
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He did want to be entertained after all.]
Contact
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[ had axel ever seen keyblade armor? it was common in his time, but so much had changed since then that there was really no telling. ]
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Guard.
[After all, that was who he knew wore such things. And what else was armor for but a way to guard oneself from outside influence; physically or mentally?]
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reflect.
[ another with multiple interpretations. a reflection of an attack, as a guard might do? a reflection of an image, as a barrier to the unknown? a reflection upon oneself, to shield the heart? ]
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Mirror
[A mirror that reflects you the phrase echoes internally inside his head, like a forgotten song lyric. That was what mirrors did, though Axel can't quite seem to place what else the fragmented piece of memory had possibly been about. Less of a twist for Xehanort this time, maybe but certainly a puzzle for the Nobody to momentarily ponder.]
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still, the game must go on. ]
answer.
[ the magic mirror in the woodlands. ]
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[Axel can't say any have shown him anything he didn't already know, in the past decade; whether he wanted to see it or not.
Maybe it was part of his strategy. Or maybe he's just losing. The game, focus, his grip on his own existence, who could say.]
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