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- 04/07
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White halls, white doors... Everything is pale in this strange, shifting castle. The hallways are forever changing, and it's only by using the labels by the doors that you know where you're going at all. Still, this doesn't help much, because you're pretty sure you've passed the library at least a dozen times by now; its presence is always heralded by odd whispers behind the door that don't quite reach your ears but slink into your mind. Desperate to get out of the place, you open the first door you see and dart down the long hallway.After a minute, you're starting to wonder if maybe that was a bad decision.
The walls aren't that pretty pristine white anymore... No, now they're starting to show signs of wear, of explosions and chemical splashes and slashes a few inches deep... You slow down to a trot, and finally pauses. At the end of the hallway is a simple door, the plaque besides it saying you've just arrived at the 'Laboratory of Lost Pride'. You wonder what the hell that means for a moment before realizing that you can hear the sounds of some one inside, the shuffling of footsteps and a thoughtful mumbling. It's not at all like those creepy murmurs from the library and, relieved, you knock on the door before just opening it and stepping inside.
Just as the plaque says, the inside is a large laboratory. There are dozens of tables and cabinets, bubbling chemicals in beakers and flasks... A few other doors are visible, leading to other places. The laboratory is apparently made up of more than just this one room. However, your attention is mostly drawn by the individual in the middle of this.
He's very, very tall, and his large black coat makes him seem thinner, more gaunt, than he probably is. Long blond hair falls around his face and down his back. It would normally seem a bit girly for a man, but he somehow maintains his dignity. Perhaps it's the academic air about him, or the pair of brilliant acid green eyes, a color which seems to match some of the chemicals he surrounds himself with. In his hand is a clipboard, but he sets it down once he sees you, and raises an eyebrow.
"And who are you?" he asks in a condenscending voice, frowning. Once you introduce yourself, he gives a suffering sigh, and rubs at his temples. Apparently, you're not the only visitor who's stumbled into his lab before, an observation that's made all the more obvious by his next words. "Damn that Xigbar... It must be him who's dragging all these outsiders into the Castle..." The way he says 'Castle' almost makes it seem as if it's a living thing, you note. You're drawn out of his thoughts when he turns fully to you and crosses his arms. "Well, I suppose I'd best introduce myself, hm? I am Vexen, IV of Organization XIII, given the title of the Chilly Academic. My role in it is as the head scientist and researcher, along with healer." He snorts. "Some one has to fix these fools up when they almost kill themselves on a mission."
"Now, if I were you, I'd take my leave. I'm currently conducting a very important experiment, and I need no distractions. Go bother Xigbar, if you must."
((Cosplay mule of James Phobos ))
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"I'm a scientist. Experiments are what I do, yes."
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