Curious. A sudden influx of people who, by all rights, should not exist in this place.

[a slightly twisted smile that cannot be seen, but is apparent in his voice]

Welcome, brethren.

How quaint.

It has been some time since I last attended such a formal affair. Unlike my colleagues, I see no reason not to engage in the upcoming festivities.


[ooc: Officially, he will be attending in a standard tuxedo with gold vest and tie, white gloves, and this mask. Unofficially, he also plans to stir up some good old-fashioned intrigue in this mask and 18th century finery in red and gold.]

Events pass as quickly as they come in this place. Fortunately I was given ample time to record and test the properties of my own wings, in addition to the effects of several others by means of observation.

Also, it would appear that I have been rewarded for my trouble. Surviving the tribulations of this island may prove to be profitable, if one can manage to maintain their wits.

Speaking of which, I do hope you are well, XII. The absence of your charming disposition would be most lamentable.

...How oddly appropriate.

I find myself once again subject to the unnatural happenings of this place, though this is far more intriguing than my previous experience. There is no question that these appendages should not be viable, yet there is ample evidence to contradict all logic on that account. Would that I could examine the skeletal structure in more detail, however there are certain limits to the flexibility of the human form.

Also, certain individuals appear to be reacting in a rather unusual manner. Of course, for some that is only slightly more unusual than their standard behavior.

[The voice feature is activated, but there is a pause before Zexion begins speaking.]

Several scents have disappeared from the island, and unless I am very much mistaken... [He trails off, becoming lost in his own thoughts for a moment.]

Hmm. It would appear that this place requires more of my attention than I had previously thought.

[There is more silence before the transmission is terminated.]

OOC: BTW he's totally ignoring the kiddie cuteness, so feel free to remind him XD

[This time when the video feature is activated, there is only a few seconds of static before the camera focuses on Zexion's face. The room in the background is the same as in the previous post. He seems slightly less confident now, and sighs quietly before he begins.]

Unfortunately, after two days worth of research there is very little I've actually been able to discover about this place or why we have apparently been transported here. It is obvious, however, that most of us are from vastly different kingdoms or cities, perhaps even different worlds altogether. The very idea of such a thing is naturally quite fascinating, but without any hard data to support it, it must remain a simple hypothesis for now.

Of course, I intend to continue my documentation of this strange event, but it seems it may not be as productive as I'd hoped.

[He sighs again and then looks somewhat embarrassed]

Which reminds me. Kairi, I have something for you. It may not be the most adequate replacement but I hope it will serve it's purpose.

[He ends the transmission rather hastily before he feels any sillier.]

[There is white noise and static as the L337 Pod's video feature is activated, displaying a white screen followed by a blurry image of what appears to be an ordinary room. The camera swivels and the image is adjusted until it is focused on a young boy around nine years old with dark hair covering the right side of his face. He looks quite serious.]

This is not my house, this is not my room, and the bed I woke in is not mine, either. In fact, I don't believe this is Radiant Garden at all.

Due to the strangeness of all of this, I am making a video recording of my accounts for the sake of pos...post... [He wrinkles his nose and brings a hand to his mouth in thought, trying to remember the correct word, and looks extremely pleased with himself once he does.] Posterity. I can only hope that the information I gather here can be put to good use once I return home. Perhaps I shall even publish a book about it. [Zexion offers a somewhat smug smile, before he seems to recall something important.]

Oh, also, there is a girl here in the house. I might let her assist me in collecting my data, if she likes. ...Maybe.


[He considers this for another moment before ending the transmission]

[Static]

...I have completely and utterly taken leave of my senses.

[Transmission ends]