Video || Enter Lea

[passionateflame]

[The screen flickers on to a sleek, white room with an odd contraption on the opposite wall. In the room are three people; a man with silver hair dressed in a lab coat, a man with brown hair in some kind of guard's uniform, and a man with red hair in a black cloak. They seem to be in the middle of some kind of argument...]

"-And we haven't turned up anything in the last three weeks! I don't know where to go because you haven't found anything, and I can't keep hopping from world to world just HOPING to find something there!"

"We're doing the best we can, Lea, but there just isn't enough data on the server."

"Bullshit! Xehanort put everything he knew about the different worlds onto this piece of junk. Are you sure that you haven't skipped anything?"

[The cloaked man - Lea - gestured to the camera with a dramatic wave.]

"I'm looking at everything I can, Lea, I promise. Xehanort was only interested in finding worlds with the "seven princesses", so the data on this is primarily about those worlds. There's other notes - about us, about other potentially useful worlds - but the worlds we have data on is limited in scope."

[Lea grumbles angrily as he turns and walks towards the camera. He leans forward and pounds his hands on the sides of the keyboard angrily.]

"There's got to be something, though... He was interested in the Seven Lights, so he should have at least 'some' information about where to find them. It's got to be in here somewh - Oh you've got to be kidding! Ienzo, why are you on a chat site?!"

"A what?"

"A chat site! It's right here, you didn't even try to hide it! Is this what you've been doing?"

[The man in the lab coat - Ienzo - approached and leaned in next to Lea curiously.]

"Lea, there isn't anything on screen except the data files."

"Of course it is, it's right here! Don't pretend it's not here!"

"Lea, there isn't any chat site on screen. Why are you insisting there is?"

[Lea threw up his hands angrily and turned to the stone-faced man who had yet to say anything.]

"Aeleus, have you been using the computer for chat sites?"

"No."

"So it has to have been you, Ienzo! Don't try to deny it! Why are you on social sites when we're supposed to be looking for information on the missing Keyblade wielders?!"

"Are you feeling okay, Lea? Maybe you should lay down..."

[After a drawn out argument about Lea's health and the apparently invisible chat site, Lea throws up his hands again in exasperation.]

"Forget it, I don't care anymore. If you want to pretend you can't see it, then fine. Just... go see if the library has anything else to offer. I want to see if I can find anything else that you might have missed."

"I highly doubt it, I've gone through every file... Please, get some rest, you're starting to seriously worry me."

"Just let me look, dammit."

[With that, Ienzo and Aeleus leave, leaving only Lea to lean over the computer again and sigh.]

"I have no idea why Ienzo is lying to me... nobody else has used this computer today. Let's see... Huh? Is this recording?"

[He tapped the camera lightly, brow furrowed, then shrugged and lowered his hands to the keyboard. After a few movements of the mouse, though, he noticed something else.]

"What the- it's recording live to the site? Oh, crap... How do I shut this thing off?"

[A after a bit of fiddling, and the feed finally cuts out.]


Grey Text = Ienzo
Brown Text = Aeleus

Comments

[glidingwind]

[The background to the new feed was a castle. And the boy in front of it looked a little too small. As it was, Ventus was still the size of a mouse while sitting on the window ledge of Cinderella's room. He didn't mind though. Jaq was a good friend even if Terra was no where to be seen.

Lea's post, though he didn't know him, mentioned the Keyblade and missing wielders. Maybe he knew where Terra was?]

You're looking for missing Keyblade wielders, too?

[passionateflame]

[The video feed flickers on again to a scrambling Lea, who seems suddenly flustered.]

Christ, how do I turn this thing on?! Oh come on, come on... Oh, it's on!

[He leans forward so close that the only thing visible is his face.]

Roxas? Roxas, is that you?! But... I thought... Didn't you go back to being a part of Sora? Is this some kind of data memory or something?

[glidingwind]

It's on and I'm not Roxas. My name is Ventus but it's okay because we don't know why we look alike either. As for Sora, I'm not really sure so you'd have to ask him.

[Ven smiles, adjusting his Wayfinder to try and see the newcomer better. It had occurred to him that if this guy, Lea, knew Roxas then he wasn't going to be looking for Terra. But he was still looking for someone with a Keyblade so Ven decided it was best to make sure.]

So which missing Keyblade wielders are you looking for?

Crossing the Time Stream is fun!

[passionateflame]

[That got a huge blink of disbelief from Lea. The two looked so similar... But if they weren't the same then they weren't the same, and that was that. More importantly, though...]

Did you say Ventus? As in, the Keyblade wielder Ventus?

... Well, this little chat site suddenly got a lot more useful. You're actually one of the guys I was looking for. Though... [He leaned forward and frowned.] When did you wake up? More importantly, when did you get out of Castle Oblivion?

[glidingwind]

Yeah. That's me. [He summons his Keyblade and smiles. But wait...] Wait, how do you know me? And where's Castle Oblivion? The only castle I know is this one behind me. [See Castle of Dreams. And he's not even gonna touch the "wake up" question.]

[croibhristeoir]

I don't believe anyone else can see it, actually.

[passionateflame]

I swear I just closed this screen. Why the hell is it popping up again? And what do you mean, nobody else can see it? That doesn't make any sense.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't suppose you would believe me if I said 'it's magic', would you?

[passionateflame]

Magic, huh? Honestly, that's not all that strange where I come from... hell, if King Mickey can stop time, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that there's a magical website floating around.

Still strange though.

[croibhristeoir]

One tends to become accustomed to it, honestly.

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[seasaltzombie]

[ boy, the community's been pretty quiet recently. let's see, what is there today... some new girl asking about space, and-- wait.

as he watches the feed, he almost forgets to breathe for a second, sure that what he's seeing is impossible and he's dreaming or something. that's - Zexion? and Lexaeus? and-- Axel.

but it can't be. the three of them - all of them - they were gone. the last time he'd seen Axel it hadn't really even been him doing the seeing, and Axel had been-- ]

... Axel?

[ the name comes out barely more than a whisper, and he's pale, eyes wide with shock, disbelief. Nobodies couldn't come back. that was just how things worked, right? not all of them could be special cases. ]

[ video ]

[passionateflame]

[The sound comes on before the video. After a mad scramble of sound, the video finally flickers on to a panting Lea. He looked a little doubtful, even bit his lip...

but Ventus didn't know his Nobody name. He breathed out a long sigh and took a moment to compose himself before grinning at the camera.]

Not quite, kid. Things have changed a bit since we last saw each other... Turns out, I'm a Somebody again. So I'm not Axel anymore. The name's Lea. Got it memorized?

[As usual, the catchphrase is accompanied by that familiar tap of his temple.]

[ video ]

[seasaltzombie]

[ okay, what. how is that even-- what. ]

You're-- but I saw-- [ bear with him, Lea. some of us aren't as good at composing ourselves as you. ] How is this even possible? I thought--

[ and not even a moment later, he shakes his head, changing his mind. ] Actually wait, don't tell me yet. What world on you on?

[ video ]

[passionateflame]

Radiant Gardens; Me, Ienzo and Aeleus - Zexion's and Lexaeus's Somebodies - all woke up in the computer room in the Hollow Bastion. A lot of stuff has happened. I'll tell you all about it when I see you, yeah?

[He's willing to be patient; he remembers Roxas well enough to understand the kid's having a hard time dealing with this. However, there is a nagging worry at the back of his mind... but he pushes it away. It would be too cruel if that were true.]

[poison_puppet]

This place takes over computers a lot, and can have some weird effects. I'm sorry your friends couldn't see it.

[passionateflame]

Part of me thinks I might be insane, but... on the other hand, this weird site got me in contact with a few people I've been itching to find, so I guess I shouldn't complain too loudly.

[poison_puppet]

You're probably not insane - at least not because you're seeing this!

[passionateflame]

Comforting.

[madeitsquare]

... Suddenly, I'm glad this place just decided to invade my typewriter. It's not like anybody else ever used it.

[passionateflame]

It's kind of awkward, I'll give you that. But it looks like the benefits are outweighing the problems so far, so there's that.

[madeitsquare]

So no one's told you about the viruses yet, eh?

[passionateflame]

Viruses? That doesn't sound good... the computer isn't going to get infected or crash or anything, right?

handwritten always;

[harbingersoul]

Disconnect the power. Wait a few minutes to turn it on.

Though I doubt it will find much changed.

[passionateflame]

What the- you can place a handwritten note in here?

Well, isn't that something? Still, don't think I'm going to let this particular chance get away... seems like so far this site's done nothing but good for me.

[harbingersoul]

Your situation will likely change soon. There is little peace in the face of its insistence.

I assume you receive access through and electronic device. I do not: mine is a book. I have little choice but to write by hand.