002 ♫ Music

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[There is a heavy sigh before Zoisite lifts his hands to the piano (he's seated at one, in a nondescript room with billowing curtains at its windows). He closes his eyes.

Just as he's done every day, almost every moment, since arriving in this configuration of worlds, he reaches out through his music. He reaches through each communicator that the song passes through, feeling his way for Endymion's presence.

The piece is constant, steady, flying through its higher notes with amazing runs and arpeggios; to the listeners, it's likely to bring nostalgia and thoughts of times long past - childhood moments half forgotten, old friends and lovers. Zoisite opens his eyes.

Again, there is nothing. He cannot sense Endymion. The music shifts its mood, seamlessly. He speaks without interrupting the deft, sure movement of his hands, almost to himself.]

My music should also be able to repel these Heartless.

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[When Zoisite speaks of ancient and old, he speaks of the tens of thousands of years ago that he once lived on a different Earth than the one he was brought here from.]

There were alchemists many thousands of years ago, where I am from.

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I know there were alchemists in Xerxes, but I'm not sure how old their civilization was when it disappeared.

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It disappeared? [He glances away from the piano to look directly at the video, but his hands still continue playing; he knows this instrument like another man knows the body of his lover.]

How did this happen?

[alchemicgenius.livejournal.com]

No one is entirely certain. Xerxes disappeared in one night. The rumour is that they were practicing human alchemy there and it rebounded...but I can`t be sure. Nobody seems to have recorded much of anything on Xerxes and that was before my country was founded.

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[A similar past to his own world, perhaps; perhaps with a different cause.]

It is possible. Many worlds have more past than they realize.