Seeker of the True Dark

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[slingbees]

terrifying

truly terrifying

[nortprime]

Different World, Same Fate [Aqua]

@wayfoundwarrior

Shifting aside another graded assignment, Xehanort let out a quiet grumble of frustration at the continuing lack of effort that his students put in to his class. So many of them held grand notions of what his profession was, but weren’t willing to put in the effort they needed to show to reach that point. The few that were...were painfully naive and completely unaware of the sacrifices and risks that one needed to take to make it in the world. 

One in particular always seemed to earn his ire. Her seemingly tireless optimism, the shining outlook she held on life and on human history, grated infinitely on his nerves. And, of course, her constant badgering and the near perfectionism she put into every movement...

The only thing that he could liken his feelings to would be the desire that someone feels when they see perfectly still water. He wanted to be the one to cast a stone into it and watch the ripples destroy that stillness, that perfection.

Drawn from his thoughts by a knock on the door of his office, the professor lifted his head to look to the door. At this hour, there could be only one student still on the campus, and willing to so brazenly interrupt him. Muttering to himself quietly before calling out to the door, he made certain to shift all of his papers to the side and out of direct line of sight.

“...I’m almost starting to consider that retirement package they keep offering me. Come in, Aqua.”

[nortprime]

“Another evening, another batch of shoddily written reports. Honestly, why do I even bother assigning them this work? A class full of trained primates would produce better.”

[nortprime]

@xbladesoldier

Letting out a quiet sigh and placing down the last of his grading for the night, Xehanort moved the stack of papers to the other side of his desk before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

The only downside of assigning so much work to the brats in his classes was how much work he had to then grade and hand back. It was mindnumbing work and always made him long for the feeling of the desert sun beating down on him as he worked with his intellectual ‘equals’ to uncover new information about bygone civilizations, digging up their lost relics and displaying them for all the world to see. It was more exciting by far, and made him feel far more alive.

Still...the University helped to keep him living in comfort between expeditions, so he couldn’t complain overmuch. If anything...his complaints would have to be focused on his troublemaking, good-for-nothing nephew.

“...speaking of which...”

It was just about that time. Reaching across his desk to the old landline phone that he had refused to replace, the professor quickly tapped out a familiar number on the worn keypad and placed the phone to his ear. The moment that the familiar voice rang out, he let out a quiet sigh.

“Hello again, Vanitas. Still staying out of trouble, I hope. No arrests this week?”

[nortprime]

“Ugh...I’m starting to think I should start giving my students lessons on basic grammar. Some of these reports are nigh unreadable...”

[angel-witha-demon-blog]

Satoshi was starting to wonder why he was taking this class anyways. It wasn’t that it was hard in fact at this point most of his classes were easy just this one was particularly worthless and time consuming. He finished up his drawing before he got up his paper in hand. Unlike most of the kids who had sloppy printer paper or worse Satoshi managed to keep things neatly in a clear folder. 

Like always he raised above most other students not because he wanted to but because he had to. A failed paper would spell nothing but trouble out for him when he got home. 

He handed in his paper pushing up his glasses he wondered if most of the people in the class were failing. He guessed as much everyone else was not as tedious as he was about this long and time consuming assignments as he was. Well maybe he would just finish the study early and draw the rest of the class. 

[nortprime]

The elderly professor smiled as the student approached. Satoshi Hiwatari had maintained a stellar grade point average, among the top in the class, despite the fact that Xehanort had made a point of making his assignments grueling and arduous. More than half the class was barely making the cut, but Satoshi and at least one other had managed to remain at the top.

“Thank you Satoshi, I’m sure it will be another excellent paper.”

Those were the only words he spared before returning to his own work, bringing up the first of the slides on the projector, depicting Xehanort and his colleagues gathered for a group picture before the start of their excavation efforts.

[nortprime]

Another day, another class. At times, the old man wished that the entire university would just burn to the ground.

Of course...that was a foolish desire. He would lose the only thing that staved off the encroaching hell of the between-expedition tedium. And so, opening the door of his classroom and taking slow, measured steps towards the lecture stand at the front of the room, he turned to face the familiar faces of his students. When he spoke, his voice was as gravelly and croaking as his physical stature would suggest, but he had no trouble raising its volume so that he would be heard even at the very back of the room.

“Good morning class. As you all should remember, I assigned you a paper last week in which you needed to draw from my lecture on the evolution of western economic systems as they have developed in the last hundred years. I’d like you to hand them in before we continue on with today’s lecture. After that, I’ll be showing you all slides from my most recent expedition and having you do an image study based off of them, due at the end of the class.”

The ensuing quiet muttering and groans of his students brought a light smirk to the Professor’s lips as he turned to begin setting up the projector that was wirelessly connected to the laptop in the lecture stand. 

[sssceles]

[ Master Xehanort’s doing his rounds, checking on his vessels~ ]

[endlessstrategy]

Behold, one of the greatest fight scenes in the history of fiction.

[arssolum]

In case you needed more proof that Master Xehanort is absolutely horrifying, here’s an old scene with new marvelous HD details where he smirks at the boy he spent an entire game leading on, before literally crushing his friend’s head with his bare hands as he stands there, terrafied.

[nyctoheart]

"Let the darkness make his light stronger, then let the light deepen the darkness. And where the two finally meet is where the stuff of legends will become real.”

Xehanort’s Report XII

[nortprime]

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