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[Incomplete] Xemnas and Ansem

Who: ~~Really, its only one Person~~ Ansem and Xemnas
Where Somewhere in the Mansion, Garden, hallways, who knows
When: Night time!
Rating: Eh, probably PG
Summary: Oh you had to know this was going to happen. D: Ansem and Xemnas finally meet! :O

Ansem hadn't really expected much tonight. He was curious after Xemnas's comments about the grafitti, and simply had to come take a look. Perhaps his curiosity was a bit much, but he supposed that there was no discovery without at least a little curiosity. Afterall, he would never have become what he was without the thirst to know. Of course, neither would his other...and he was certain that the nobody shared many of the same traits that he did...albiet he probably could feel a great more than the others could. He may be a heartless, but he was a being of chaos, and beings of chaos are often exceptions to the rules.

And he...well, he was simply beyond the rules. He had a total disregard for such needless things. One did not get where they needed to go with morality codes and ethics...no...he would do simply what he must.

Which included amusing himself with the odd grafitti which was plastered across the walls.

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Xemnas had been meaning to take a walk in the garden -- without getting lost again, mind -- to try and calm down after getting irritated with Luxord's out-of-line comments. But, despite Saix's comments to merely ignore the graffiti, he had become sidetracked and couldn't help taking a walk around the mansion to look at some of Yoyo's work. Decidedly, his choice on what to tag would ruffle some feathers -- 'icicle+moon=♥' would send two of the Organization into a fit, quite possibly -- but the worksmanship was... rather good.

He looked up from his examinations of one of the drawings to see a figure a little way down the hall -- probably taking a look too, no doubt. As he saw who it was, he couldn't help but smirk. Xemnas had talked to his Heartless plenty over the journals -- but they had not yet met in person. This was going to be interesting.

"Intriguing, aren't they?" he asked curiously, spotting a picture of a heart just above Ansem's shoulder. How ironic.

Ansem knew that voice. Of course he did...Though he had not seen his nobody in person, he knew...instinctively. How could he not? He merely tipped his head in cool, calculated acknowledgement, smirking just slightly as his nobody approached.

"They are indeed...however ironic it may be," he chimed simply, eyes scanning the image, shaking his head slightly. As if two beings who could not feel could even remotely care on an emotional level was absurd!

However, he did often note the closeness of the two, and perhaps if they were under different circumstances, the grafitti would be true.

He had to lift an eyebrow. "I'm surprised a certain berserker has not already removed it," he claimed simply.

As he approached the other, Xemnas could see his Heartless more clearly -- and how so similar yet so different they were struck him. This was the man that had opened the door to the light; Xehanort would've been impressed. It was a bit like looking into a mirror, really, and it made the Nobody want to start up his research again.

"Ironic that such a fuss has been kicked up about it by a Nobody?" he asked, slightly amused. "I understand that a lot of people have been making assumptions about the pair of them, but." Despite the symbolism of the picture, he thought it lightened up the mansion and made it a bit more... lively. Or something. He was never really good with adjectives.

Xemnas couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I'm sure that he is trying his best to remove it all before Vexen sees even as we speak; I think he's even enlisted the help of some of the mansion's residents. Really, it isn't all that bad," he mused.

One thing Ansem did like about his other. He didn't get pissy about being a nobody. Lord if he had to see one. more. thing. about not caring or whatever from Luxord and Elphaba, he was going to star releasing his own heartless to attack the morons.

He did, however, chuckle softly, staring at the wall with a smirk. "That desperate, hn?" he questioned, topaz eyes glinting just slightly. "Too bad there is no way to make this...permanent," he purred, mind already running through possibilities.

Oh, he was still a scientist...even had a make-shift lab in his quarters, trying to figure out the mysteries of not only the nature of dark and light (like always) but also the nature of this mansion. He was not sure if he had the proper materials to solidify this 'art job' enough to make it a permanent decoration.

Folding his arms, Xemnas examined the artwork once more, his mind running through the possibilities. Since becoming a Nobody, he hadn't abandoned his scientific side -- maybe set it aside, perhaps, in order to make room for Kingdom Hearts and possible world domination -- but he was sure that between the two of them, they could think of something. It was highly likely that Saix would hate him forever (if it were even possible for him to feel hate) if they managed the task, but it was all too tempting.

"He enlisted the help of the woman who dyed his clothing pink, so I suppose so," he shrugged. "I'm sure there is a way to make it permanent... between the pair of us, we can probably come up with something, if you so wish."

Somehow, he could imagine Even complaining about the misuse of science in such a way. Oh, well.

Ansem scowled slightly at the mention of Celine. He had...talked...to her about the need to refrain from messing with other people's things...more specifically his clothing. He was certain it was a lesson she would not forget, for certain.

Chuckling, however, he pondered the thought. Teaming up with his other...it would be like being...whole...again? Perhaps. It was an odd thought, but not one that was wholly detestable. "I'm certain we could come up with something to at least prolong its life," he stated simply, spurting out the end of a rather long inner monologue.

At the scowl on his other’s face, Xemnas guessed that the woman had hit a few nerves with Ansem in the past. The clothing thing... he didn’t even want to go into. Not the most pleasant of times, that. If she and Xigbar weren’t so close, he would’ve done something about it himself -- but he didn’t want to infuriate the Sniper too. Some things were better left alone.

The thought of teaming up with his other was an unusual one, but it would be a rather… interesting experience, to say the least.
“I am confident that we can… the only question is what we can use. Perhaps there is some sort of material or transparent paint or something – maybe even magic? -- that we could use to protect it,” he mused, gears turning in his head.

Ansem pondered for a moment. "Perhaps there is a solevant...or a clear-coat of some sort," he mused aloud...tapping the wall with a finger, running against the wall, smirking to himself.

"Afterall, I'm sure some sort of fixative could do the job..." he mused alout.

He nodded, and folded his arms again, considering the possibilities. "The only issue we will have is obtaining such a thing; I am not too sure where abouts in the mansion to find anything of the sort. Or perhaps we could make our own... either way, we should act relatively quickly, before VII's helping troupe come along and get rid of it," Xemnas mused.

Ansem nodded. "I'm sure the chemicals could be...easy to find...perhaps sopme average grooming products could be combined for some stability," he stated, tapping his chin with a finger. "We could test it in my lab," he purred, lifting an eyebrow to his other.

Xemnas felt a bit foolish for not thinking of that earlier, and nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Those should be fairly easy to obtain, so of course we shall have no problem with that side of things." His other had his own laboratory? Interesting. "I didn't know you had one," he replied, "but that sounds like an excellent idea."

Ansem chuckled, and nodded. "There was little else to do but make a lab," he admitted with a shake of his head. Really now, he had been so terribly bored.

This place was maddening!

"Shall we, then?" he questioned, tipping his head in the direction of his quarters.

Xemnas smirked at that. "I can completely understand where you're coming from there," he chuckled, "this mansion isn't the most interesting of places." Even 'boring' would be an understatement in describing it, really.

"Certainly," he nodded, slowly starting to walk in the direction Ansem had indicated.

"You would think there would be something of interest when they wish to keep us prisoner, since they give us anything we could possibly need," he mused aloud as they walked, scoffing lightly.

They finally stopped at his room, and he opened the door, holding it open for his other.

"Indeed. The mansion is... irritating like that; it is more like a prison than anything." Xemnas chuckled softly at his other's dislike for the nature of the mansion; its 'entertainment' and interest factor left a lot to be desired, but that was only one of its many flaws in his eyes.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement and gave the other a brief 'thank you' before stepping inside, resisting the temptation to look around the other's room. Much like himself, Xemnas suspected, Ansem would hardly appreciate it.

Ansem would not appreciate it at all, but there was little to snoop through. His room was sparsely furnished, spartan, even, the bed wholly unused, cupboards empty. Ansem did not have much to put away, afterall. Of course, the other side was another matter, retorts and alembics lined a wall, paper scattered everywhere, and a lone computer, which, Ansem had to admit, was rather useful.

Unlike that silly program Ansem the Wise had decided to put into place...he never really saw the point. This one did it's duty. His computer responded perfectly, without the need for an odd program.

The computer brought up memories of Ansem the Wise's ridiculous program, and with it a frown to Xemnas's face. It had never really done anything much besides sit there and look important -- making Xemnas rather pleased that most of the data had been corrupted before the apprentices had left the Bastion.

Putting that aside, he folded his arms again, looking at the other questioningly. "What shall we start with, then?" The obvious answer was, of course, finding the right chemicals and products, but as it was Ansem's laboratory, it would be up to him to decide.

[ooc; taking some liberties with canon again! :X and that last bit roughly translates to, "because Xemnas is laaazy". XD;]

Ansem peered around, and shrugged, looking to rummage through one of the many drawers by the sink, pulling out a plethora of bottles and such that he simply tossed on the floor nonchalantly. "I knew I did not throw this trash away for a reason," he stated simply.

Then he stood, looking over the different sprays and washes and the like. "So, what do we have here?" he questioned, looking down on it.

"...rather resourceful, that," Xemnas commented, raising an eyebrow at the types of things that his other randomly decided to keep. Though, as it turned out, it was a rather good thing that he did -- certainly intriguing, and a little admirable. An excellent idea, at the very least. "Never knew when they may have come in handy, I presume?"

He stood next to the other man and examined what his search had brought up; it looked to be exactly what they needed for their little experiment. "That should suffice for the chemical side of things -- I don't suppose you have anything we can use to add stability to it too by any chance, do you?" he mused, giving them a once-over glance.

Ansem blinked, and looked through the bottles. "This residence seems to think I need hair-care products to keep my..." he trailed off and lifted his eyes to the... 'cowlicks', not sure even what to call them. He supposed leaving the word up to the imagination would be for the best. "The chemicals could be used to make a small bomb...I figured I may need them eventually," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Perhaps a gel or something of the sort could be used..." he murmured, reaching down to pull a few bottles to his face, eyes scanning the ingredients quickly.

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