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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jul 18, 2009 15:40:41 GMT -4
Everything was going too slow for his liking. Of-course some neccesary took time, but the extended unneeded duration was becoming quite irritating. Feeling the same ease of irritation gave him a sense of deja vu as it replicated the long trials in Ansem's castle doing tedious research and experimentation. Living a life that forced patience, Elaeus had to cope with it yet again, but instead of taking long breaks, he focused on another project that may be benefitial to relieve such aggravation.
His room was dark and hardly used. Recently he had cleared the layer of dust off of the furniture with a simple puff and manipulation of the dirt; it was a portion of Earth after all. His bed was neatly made leaving no evidence of usage as he spent majority of his time out and about thinking and planing or at his desk, which he sat at. It was a dark mahagony littered with neatly piled files filled with paperwork.
Some human habits are hard to break as they are transferred into his new life. There in dim light with the open blinds of the closed windows and an ajar door, Elaeus' feet were propped up on the desk. The legs crossed at the ankles as the limbs were used as a table for files he planned to look through. The files wasn't what the Earth Titan was focusing on as his eyes and writing hand were busy with a single notebook.
Anything written never stayed on paper. Seeing how Ansem's reports as well as Xehanort's been spread around, The Earth Titan learned not to leave tangible cookie crumbs around. He made a list, a re-evaluation sheet. It had familiar names on them; having titles of the members of the Dark XII was inevitable, but they weren't alone; their titles were accompanied with other unknown, the recruits.
