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Who: Vexen and Marluxia Where: The Gray Area, The Castle That Never… 
12th-Oct-2009 08:05 pm
Strike a pose!
Who: Vexen and Marluxia
Where: The Gray Area, The Castle That Never Was
When: Evening
Summary: And so were planted the seeds to a ruinous downfall.
Warnings: PG; subject to change
Status: In progress



The eternal darkness pressing against the cold windows seemed both ephemeral and tangible, as if it were pressing up against the glass as surely as he could on the opposite side.
Not that Marluxia would do something so crass as to rub his hands across the glass. Really, that was more something a mouth-breather like Demyx would do.
So without touching, he looked out at the darkness. Sure, one could say that there was nothing there, and that he was only staring vaingloriously at his own reflection, but they would be wrong and shallow. He stared past the reflection of his own sharp eyes, out into the abyss. It had been said somewhere that when you stared at the abyss, the abyss had this way of staring back at you. It seemed no different in the Assassin's own reckoning. It was a metaphorical mirror to his being. Empty and nebulous, yet possessing, commanding a solid presence.
It was food for thought certainly, he mused, flipping his hair carelessly away from his cheek.
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13th-Oct-2009 01:53 am (UTC)
Marluxia had known Vexen was there, of course. Had known the entire time. It was only the snicker that caused him to actually regard the other Nobody, glancing over his shoulder idly. It seemed that his mirth had been directed at him as opposed to his normal range of subjects; his inscrutable tests that which he never shared with the others, or whatever else. Marluxia rarely listened in on his ramblings.
"Can I help you, IV?" He asked languidly, still not deigning to turn around.
If he wasn't going to announce himself properly, he wasn't going to offer him the same courtesy in kind.
14th-Oct-2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
On the plus side, Marluxia had not whirled around in anger, or drawn his scythe, or rained petals ominously, or anything of the sort. On the downside, Vexen could not see the other man's face, so he did not know whether he had aroused suspicion or just mild interest. Vexen supposed he could discount suspicion, considering how occupied Marluxia still seemed with himself, and how (somewhat shamefully) commonplace Vexen's spontaneous gigglings were. So in theory, nothing bad should happen were he to continue with his original plans of civil conversation. That is, as best he could with a man who was still absorbed in his own reflection.
"Oh, I was just wondering about what you had seen in Castle Oblivion. The properties of the rock you demonstrated in yesterday's meeting were quite fascinating." That was almost a compliment. It would make up for a few sniggers.
And yet Marluxia didn't turn around. Even after a completely valid excuse for conversation. Either Vexen was being viciously snubbed, or Marluxia had reached the ultimate depths of self-absorbtion. In any case, the cynicism scrabbling to escape in Vexen's words now had an excuse. "What on earth are you looking at?" he asked.
15th-Oct-2009 02:46 am (UTC)
Really.

Vexen, deign leave his fantasy world of inane ramblings to come talk to him?
If he had a heart, he'd have been honored. Really, he would have been.
After an airy sigh, he half turned. "I trust you are familiar with the expression 'when one stares at the abyss, the abyss stares back?' I was merely contemplating how this phrase relates to our condition. Certainly this is something you have considered, have you not?"
He felt particularly generous today, given his meeting with the Superior from previous. He was willing to give the old crank a chance.
Since he asked so nicely.
"Really. You found the rock worthy of your interest? I would have thought such ephemeral things beneath you."
18th-Oct-2009 01:34 am (UTC)
Vexen was pretty sure his sense of superiority had not been shaken. While he really hadn't expected Marluxia to quote Nietzsche (or even have heard of the man), it wasn't all that shocking a train of thought. True, philosophizing did take a bit more brainpower than Vexen had assumed Eleven was willing to invest, but with so little to occupy the idle mind in a world such as this, even the simplest would take to pondering existence. (Besides, it was most likely that Marluxia hadn't actually read Jenseits von Gut und Böse, having not precisely quoted it; he must have heard the commonly-referenced concept at the beauty parlor or something. And there was always the chance it was a hastily formed excuse for actual narcissistic gazing.)
So he still managed to smile as he spoke. "Oh, I don't consider it ephemeral at all. It's a solid rock, it it not? The castle still stands?" Vexen had to admit, he took too much pseudo-glee in poking at Marluxia's word choice. It did give him a delightful hint of an edge over the other man. "No, as a scientist, I'm quite fascinated by the stone's properties. I've never seen any phenomena quite like it, and intend to research it to the fullest. Would you by any chance be willing to part with the sample you procured?"
18th-Oct-2009 05:12 am (UTC)
Marluxia canted his head with feigned sincerity. "I left the sample with the superior, regretfully. You would have to obtain a sample for yourself."
Finally turning about to face Vexen to have a proper conversation, he flipped a particularly bothersome tuft of hair away from his eye, brushing the rest of his hair on that side over his shoulder. "The Castle does stand, by the way. It might only stand because of the pressures of will that are being imparted upon it."
His eyes glittered dangerously, as if waiting for Vexen to pounce upon his statement. "I do wonder if it's morphic properties are altered by the area in which it occupies, though that may be beyond our abilities to properly test."
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