emo is not a phase, mom

roleplay blog for zexion of kingdom hearts, affiliated with stella city

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Send me some numbers and a character name and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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toempirecity:

[ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]

Cold OR Hot

Envy OR Lust

Blunt OR Tactful

Dreamer OR Realist

Impulsive OR Planner

Stubborn OR Flexible

Sociable OR Isolated

Lazy OR Hard-working

Half empty OR Half full

High energy OR Low energy

Dependent OR Independent

Eloquent OR Rough around the edges

Sees what they want OR Sees what is there

Dwells on the past OR Looks towards the future

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oathcharms:

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Since the day she’d woken up in the city, Kairi had been unable to feel Naminé’s presence, which caused an enormous amount of worry in the redhead. Her Nobody was very brave but she wasn’t a fighter. And if they were no longer one, then when would they have gotten separated? Would Naminé have come to the city as well, or was she stuck somewhere else? Was she looking for Kairi? There were too many question with not enough answers.

But today, by chance, answers seemed possible.

Maybe.

Because, at the remnants of what the nearby sign told her had once been a church, she noticed an unfamiliar but also familiar face. Naminé had once told Kairi all about her captors, the people who didn’t consider themselves to actually be people. And while she didn’t know his name or what role he’d had among the Nobodies (there were too many of them for her to keep track of), Kairi knew where he came from and Naminé had told her once that he was smart. She needed answers. It was a long shot, but it was possible he had them. So, of course, she walked up to him. She wasted no time in getting to the point.

“I know you’re Organization.”

“…Do you know where Naminé might be?”

Churches had always been a mystery to Zexion, so when he passed the ruins of one on his walk home from the library, he’d been caught up in his own curiosity.  He spent some time lingering, looking at it, but not going much closer, until his detached investigations were interrupted.

He took his time turning, as he knew the voice demanding an answer was familiar, and he was beginning to loathe familiarity.  It only brought reminders of a past he thought he’d managed to escape.  At last, his gaze landed on the figure of a girl.  All at once, his breath left him. 

He’d spent so long in Castle Oblivion with the little witch that he saw the resemblance immediately.  He collected himself quickly, putting up the closest approximation to his usual aloof expression that he could.

“I do not.”  In all the emotions he’d discovered since coming to Stella City and regaining his heart, guilt was one he was especially unfamiliar with.   He thought of his time in Castle Oblivion with the disdain one holds for a distasteful job-- unpleasant, but necessary.  And yet, the way that children such as Naminé were treated in their care was anything but necessary.  A fact that he’d only recently come to realize.  

“I don’t know that she is even here.  I haven’t seen anyone here who might even truly know who she is, though you could perhaps locate Roxas to ask.”   If anyone would know, Roxas may, what with his tangled connection to the girl.

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complexedstigma:

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Cloud didn’t visit the library all that often. Not because of any deep reason but simply because he didn’t seem to ever have the time. He’d deliver new books to the one in Stella City in the past, but have never stuck around. Now he had some free time so he found himself heading inside.

Almost immediately he felt lost. There wasn’t a library in Nibelheim and he’d always been too busy in the infantry while in Midgar followed by rebuilding after the planet’s near death experience. Libraries were new to him.

“…Bigger than I thought…” He muttered, heading to the front desk. “Uh…’Scuse me? ‘M kinda lost in this place…”

Zexion had been watching the newest arrival in the library on and off since they’d arrived.  It was clear that this person, whoever they were, was woefully inept when it came to this library, but he refrained from offering assistance of his own accord.  He assumed that they would either get confused enough to leave, or come ask for help.

And, sure as the sun rises, there was a pair of footsteps approaching the desk before long.  Zexion made himself look less suspicious, and only glanced up to meet the other’s eyes when they spoke.

“It happens.  What are you looking for?”

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dusttodiamonddust:

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He let his students out early yet again, not having the time or patience for another two hour class, thankfully they had all finished before the hour. All he wanted was to go back to the hotel and forget about the reports he had to grade…

Being a teacher wasn’t all that bad, if he didn’t feel like showing up he didn’t– Although the importance of science in his pupils lives were important!

Very.

He’s upgraded his wardrobe at least, long lab coat and plain white clothes underneath. The scientist is barely watching where he’s going as he lifts his eyes and–

“Zexion?”

This was sure new… He had been the only other member he had seen since he had gotten here. He shakes his head, looking down again at the other, walking up closer,

“You’ve gotten stuck in this dreadful place as well… This is truly despicable!”

Zexion was well past being surprised at the presence of the other members of the Organization.  He’d met three of them in this place already, and though he hoped that he would not run into many more, it wasn’t shocking when his hopes were wrong.

And yet, he did not know that seeing Vexen would inspire such a reaction in him.  Since arriving in Stella City, he’d done his best not to think about his final hours as a Nobody, and therefore, had not truly had much time to process the trauma of his death.  He’d been killed by one of Vexen’s own creations, albeit at the hands of another, and that created a sense of mistrust he couldn’t shake, no matter how absurd it may be.

“Vexen.”  His tone was clipped and distant, though his hands belied his true feelings-- gripping the strap of his messenger bag tightly, knuckles white with the effort.  Zexion hated feeling vulnerable, did his best to hide any displays of weakness, especially in the presence of those with power over him, disguising everything in a carefully calculated coldness.   “I wouldn’t say this place was so dreadful until recently.”

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nxcturnalmelody:

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One would think that Demyx wouldn’t be found dead in a library, but you’d be wrong. He likes reading, but specific things. That’s not what this is about though; this is about who’s working at the library. Hence, his day off is spent buried in a pile of books.

Unfortunately for Zexion, however, the library presents a multitude opportunities for Demyx to be immensely embarrassing. Especially when he’s gotten his hands on a book of terrible pickup lines.

“Hey, look at this.” He holds the book up for Zexion to see. Well, he may be free, but that doesn’t mean his tiny buddy is. That’s what makes it fun, you know? Lazing about while others do their jobs. Demyx flips open the book, grin widening. “Oh, this is a good one, you’ve got to hear it.”

Demyx is lucky.  Had any other former Organization member happened upon Zexion at work, they’d have been ignored with ease.  He has the same patience for ‘goofing off’ now as he did in his previous life.  Which is to say, he’d rather eat every book in the stack in front of him than be caught slacking off on the job.   And yet, Demyx gets away with it, bowling past the work ethic Zexion wielded as a weapon against so many of the others in the Castle previously.

Zexion isn’t willing to discuss precisely why Demyx gets away with  so much in his eyes.  It’s... complicated.

Regardless of his tolerance, he tries his best to ignore the blond that trails between the rows.  It’s a fool’s errand.  Demyx is not the sort to take to being ignored, a lesson Zexion had learned long ago.  He holds out for a handful of minutes, before Demyx speaks again.  Releasing the softest of sighs, he turns.

“What is it?”  His eyes land on the cover of the book, and Zexion stifles a laugh.  This will, if absolutely nothing else, be entertaining.

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mythandwarning:

Luxord notes quietly that Zexion moves towards a seat where he’ll be higher than Luxord, even if functionally it only puts him at eye-level. Some things never change, he supposes. When the younger Nobody chides him in his snide way, he can’t help but smile. His acerbic wit is pleasantly familiar. 

Zexion speaks again, and the world goes slightly off-kilter. This is not what death looks like? He seems so certain, so perfectly knowing of what he’s saying that Luxord can’t help but wonder: what happened at Castle Oblivion?

There had been rumors that all was not well there, but then no more, and he’d never asked. He’d never thought to ask; their Superior was so careful, so particular with what they were told that it had simply never dawned on him. 

Had he died? Had more of them? Zexion was no killer, that much Luxord knew. He wasn’t even a spy; the older Nobodies had always kept him close to their chest for some unfathomable reason.

“What…do you mean? Do you know what it looks like?”

“Don’t you?”  Zexion looks to Luxord, head tilted.  “We all died once to be what we were.  And this,” a pause, accompanied by a gesture to their general surroundings, “is different.”

Not entirely truthful, as an answer.  He does not remember his first death-- hardly remembers his first life, in point of fact.  Zexion breaks the eye contact after only a moment.  His eyes move to his hands, resting loose and open in his own lap.

In honesty, Zexion thinks this cannot be death if only because it is too pleasant a world.  Despite being taken there against his will, despite being under the whims of strange beings, despite all of it-- it remains fact that Stella City is almost a utopia in his eyes.  Although, after residing in the World That Never Was for his formative years, it isn’t hard to seem idealistic in comparison.

"Besides, the concept of an afterlife is laughable, even after all I’ve seen.   We’re alive, somehow.  Whether that is a gift or not remains to be judged.”

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mythandwarning:

Luxord moved quickly off of his former compatriot, too aware of the size difference between them, and offered Zexion a hand. “I really must learn to watch where I step.” 

It’s odd; thirteen people, and the only two he’s seen so far are two he gets on best with. Perhaps Fate is being kind, but kindness from Fate rarely lasts, and almost always leads to trouble. It makes Luxord nervous.

He sits back on the grass, pondering. Before he knows it, the man is talking again, as if to fill the silence. “We might be dead, I suppose. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing that’s happened.” He quiets again, unsure. They could be dead, but he hopes they are not. 

“Yes, you must.  I never perceived you to be so graceless.”   Zexion allows himself to be assisted to his feet, amusement gracing his expression as Luxord simply remains on the ground.   He casts about for a place to sit that isn’t the dirt, and finds a large rock.  Not ideal, but good enough.  

And all the better to be at eye level with Luxord for what he means to say next.

“This,” Zexion starts, gaze unwavering on the other’s face, “is not what death looks like.”  He doesn’t mean to add so much gravity to the statement, but it’s hard to speak so frankly about death without some change in the air.  Especially when it’s his own death.

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thekeyofdestiny:

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Most people in public spaces would at least try to watch where they were going when walking around. Not Roxas though. He walked directly into somebody as he turned a corner in Melody Museum because he was paying more attention to his phone. Not hard enough to knock either of them off balance, it was mostly just embarrassing and rude.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was-”

Oh. He actually knew who he ran into. And he hadn’t seen him in… well, like a year.

“Zexion?”

Zexion idled in front of Melody Museum, checking his phone and preparing to turn it off.  He had no intention of being so rude as to let his phone ring inside a museum-- a place that seemed so dedicated to learning and observation. 

In his own distraction, he was incapable of preventing the oncoming teenager that stumbled headlong into himself.  As they collide, he gives an exasperated huff at the fact that this was the second time in the past handful of days that he’d been run into by another person.  Was he so slight as to be that easy to miss, or simply magnetically attracting distracted idiots?

Zexion opens his mouth, prepared to say something awfully snide, when he catches the sound of the teen’s voice.  His surprise overrides any other emotional response.

“Roxas.  So you got caught in this trap as well.”

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mythandwarning:

He isn’t sure what keeps drawing him back to Wonderland Woods, other than the slim hope his missing birds have nested there. And even that is beginning to seem like a pale, and feeble dream indeed. No matter the reason, Luxord keeps going back, and walking the paths. It is, at the very least, a pleasant walk, and gives him something to do other experience the many flavors of confusion this city has to offer. 

It’s probably his own fault he trips; he should know to pay attention to where he’s walking, especially in a place called “wonderland”. That’s never a good sign. Nothing the city’s thrown at him, however, prepares him for who he falls on. 

“Zexion? What are you doing here?”

It shouldn’t be shocking, and yet it is. Seeing their youngest member was a happy coincidence, but three of them being there? That’s venturing dangerously close to miracle territory. 

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Zexion had, in his newfound freedom to do whatever he pleased, taken to wandering Stella City alone.  He craved some understanding of this place, and why he was here-- as the last thing he could remember was the face of an ally betraying him-- and the only way he knew how to acquire that was so search the city.  He would know all he could about this place as soon as possible, though he did not know what he would do after that was finished.

Today, he wanders the Rainbow River, following it as far as his feet will take him, until he finds himself deep in the woods.  He hears footsteps in the distance, but pays them little mind, kicking a rock into the river idly.  The footsteps get closer, until they are near enough that he knows it’s prudent to look and see who is approaching.

He hardly gets a chance to register the presence of his former co-worker before said man is tumbling towards him.  Before he knows it, Zexion finds himself flat on his back, a familiar figure sprawling across him.  A noise of faint pain passes his lips, blue eyes settling on Luxord as the other speaks.

“I’ll be alright.”  His response is somewhat clipped-- not angry at Luxord, but a bit wary of any of his fellow Nobodies after his untimely death.  “As to your first question, your guess would be as good as my own.”

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Zexion is here, and the world just got a little bit more emo. His app is at /one.

Even more emo? I see that as a challenge. Come and bring it with all the emo you’ve got. I can handle it, but I’m also sending you to Hummingbird Hotel Room #617 for an emo time-out. Have fun, sniffer boy!

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