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     What a feeling -- one he'd only felt once before, and quite a while ago at that, but it wasn't one that he could easily forget either even if he had wanted to. In fact, Xehanort still couldn't shake the memories of that meeting from his mind, and in the end had resorted to surpressing them, putting them away for later and trying to pretend they didn't exist.

     "I had almost started to believe I wouldn't see you again." He had almost started to hope he wouldn't see him again. In fact, as time had gone on, he'd nearly forgotten the other, or at least surpressed his memories of that short incident and packed them away to the back of his mind. "Yet here you are, aren't you?" Gloved hands clenched at the boy's side, revealing a small amount of his strain. He wouldn't lash out this time -- that was unlikely. It was possible that he even felt a bit of regret for what he had done. Would he say that? Probably not. 

     "So what is it? Did we simply chance upon one another or...?" A pause. "Trivial matters. You seem to be doing... alright, Eraqus. Do correct me if I am wrong."

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｢∞」 "You're back," a sharp grin, gesturing to the far younger. "And here I thought your elder had shamed you into hiding," he places a hand behind his head, a small ruffle of hair. "Rumor has it, that you and my younger have begun to get along once more. Dare I ask what the turning point was? I do hope you didn't have to sleep with him to get on his good side..."

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Unlocked darkness stirred, his eyes flickering up a brighter gold. Lord help him, Eraqus smiled at the gentleness of the touch. As if he almost didn’t die by these same hands last week. But he remembered that part, too, so the smile got nervous right before his voice picked up, shoulders raised an inch, followed up by a barely noticeable shiver.  "It’s—" Okay, more nervous than he thought, maybe he should have prepared this in his head. "—made with dark energy. I used it to fold the paper, to practice. T-there is a tiny bit of light in it, just at the joints, but darkness still fuels its movement.”  Was that okay? Intricate details were hard enough, but it was no easy task trying to get light and dark to play nice. They slid around like magnets in this case, perfect for what could be considered a rudimentary machine.

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｢∞」The elder can’t help but chuckle at his newest vessel’s fear. Seeing his best friend scared was incomprehensible, just a few years ago. Yet here he was, just short of literally shaking in his boots. The nervous spike in tone makes his grin grow all the more, but it settles as the other begins to speak normally. He really ought to control himself better, before he scares the child into an early grave.

"Using darkness to fold paper is quite a... unique expression of something so powerful. Ah, but to give something like life with darkness... that does hold potential. Even if it is just forcing it to move," a small hum of consideration, stroking the paper creatures from mane to tail. "I assume you used light so that the darkness did not falter? Funny, that... how light tends to cling to whatever it can get, while darkness tends to force everything away from its claim. Even other darknesses," funnier, still, that Heartless didn't seem to have the problem. But dark fire could hurt even the most dark of beings, whereas fire against an elemental was rather ineffective.

He taps him on the forehead, pushing him lightly back. "Can you demonstrate your technique if I get you more material? Or do you need a certain kind of paper?" in other words: how many ways might Eraqus apply this ability?

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lightexpired replied to your post:"Write...

You mean Keyblade.

OOC; That too. I will do it. You won't know when it will happen, because I don't either. But it will happen.

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"Write a paragraph (either directed to my muse or in story form) that you think will shatter their heart into a thousand pieces." -- [[ Well I think I already managed this to the best of my ability. SO. I've got a reply to work on. ]]

Write a paragraph (either directed to my muse or in story form) that you think will shatter their heart into a thousand pieces.

OOC; AHHHHHHHHHHH GTFO. Naw man, come here I love you for wrecking him lemme hug you. But I’m also gonna kill you. Gently. With a knife in the back. While you least expect it.

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"Master Xehanort," It had certainly taken a while for prefixing that title to Xehanort's name to stop sounding jarring, but the oddity had finally worn off, "Look!" In his hands, a complex looking origami unicorn reared up as if it were alive, before falling to all fours and stamping lightly at his palm. Weaving life into paper... not the easiest task for him, he was still recovering his energy. His future self was never comfortable with dark magic, but he was. For Xehanort's sake. "How is it?"

And the oddity of hearing it from Eraqus was also finally becoming more smooth. His voice had still changed so much over the years... --reminiscing stops when he realizes the boy was still quite present, and approaching him for some reason. The reason being... paper? Oh. Magicallly-infused paper. Well, that was quite a bit more impressive.

He leans down ever so slightly, placing his own hand under Eraqus's to turn the paper this way and that. "The construction alone is nothing to scoff at, you're quite skilled at origami," a sharp grin, and that was obviously not want Eraqus was interested in.

"Past that, it may be best for you to explain to me exactly what you've done," he slides a hand over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple.