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Forty-Ninth Keychain -[Voice]

I really wish they'd stop taking her already. What's the point? They better give her back soon, or...[He just trails off, making a less-than-pleased noise.]

Man...I need to get out more. The rain's never stopped me before, but it's almost getting too cold. It's going to turn into snow soon, and then I'm really stuck. Makes me wonder...

Anybody up for a sparring match? Pick a place, pick a time, I'll be there.

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There are ways to tell, yes.

Such as...?

I would be easiest if one knew the general climate of this area, but having a rainy fall is not unusual.

I was kind of hoping that if there was a clear trend with the weather I could figure out everything else about this place. Guess not though. Thanks a lot.

We know so little about the place as it is. You can hardly expect me to make a detailed observation of the weather patterns in addition to everything that I've already been working on.

You've actually been working on something?

Of course I have, you miserable ingrate! You didn't expect me to simple be letting things pass by, did you?

[...hmmmm...] Well it's probably not very important anyway if you're not sharing what it is.

I haven't shared yet because the research is as of yet incomplete. These things take time.

I don't believe it.

Would you rather I show you my notes?

Actually, yes. That doesn't sound like a bad idea.

[There's a grumble and a shuffle of papers, but after a moment, Vexen sends along a single page of his notes - it's very obviously only part of a whole, since the scribbled theorems go off the edge of the page.

It's also not very neatly arranged. He's sent along the comprehensible, out of spite. But he's clearly doing something, that much is sure.]

Edited 2010-10-23 05:36 (UTC)

[Comprehensible or not, Roxas isn't quite sure how to make heads or tails of most of it, so please ignore the long pause as he looks and reads it over.] All right, all right, I believe you. [And then, just to spite him a little more...] Think it's actually going to help?

It would if I could ever get it finished.

How hard can it be?

It would be hard if the world didn't have a tendency to change on us with distressing frequency.

It's not changing right now, now is it?

For the moment, no.

Maybe it'll stay that way for a while now.

One can only hope.

Unless they do what they did last year...but so far, nothing.

So if you finish what you're working on, what are you going to actually do with it?

With luck it will allow us to understand our prison better. Perhaps even enough to escape.

But do you actually believe in luck?

I would hardly call it 'belief'. But it serves as an adequate replacement for anything better.

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