Well, that's good, at least; he doesn't really like getting confrontational, but even if he sees himself as much more a villain than a hero, he's not about to just let someone wind up losing their heart because of his own carelessness. When Disaché actually seems somewhat familiar with the idea, though, he's a bit impressed, and lets his guard down just a little, since it seems he isn't going to just try and dive into the corridor.
"FTL?" he echoes, furrowing his brow a little. He's not actually familiar with the more 'standard' methods of space-travel; faster-than-light isn't really a subject he knows. As for energy requirements... He rubs his chin, trying to determine how best to explain this. He's never really had to, after all. The Organization has always sort of held discretion to the highest priority while on missions, and as much as Axel enjoys chatting people up, discussing ORganization-related things was sort of a taboo.
But the Organization isn't here. Saïx can't scold him, Xemnas can't ground him, and the freedom to do whatever the hell he wants and say whatever the hell he wants is far too alluring to not seize with both hands.
Before he can comment on energy consumption, though, Disaché has switched topics, and Axel has to chuckle a little. He's suddenly reminded of how bad Naminé was with the portals, how she could never quite seem to get the hang of it.
"That's a little difficult to fully explain," he admits. "I can utilize them because they're... essentially connected to me. They're powered by Darkness," he says, knowing full well it sounds a bit absurd. "That is, ah..." Oof, this is complicated, and he's really no scientist. For perhaps the first time ever in the history of ever, he kind of wishes Zexion were here. "Okay, ah, think of like... how different external stimuli can create physical reactions in a body," he says. "Everything a person does, thinks, says, it all requires energy, on varying levels, right? Well, that energy, at least where I come from, is largely divided into two categories: Light, and Darkness. Obviously, Light is associated with the more good and lawful and heroic things, and Darkness is where slackers like me prefer to hang out." He waves a hand dismissively. "Those hero types make me tired, just lookin' at 'em, you know?
He's digressed a bit.
"Anyway," he says, trying to get back on track, "I dunno the exact specifications, science was never really my field, but the layman's explanation is, since I'm a being created from Darkness, I have greater control over those devices that are powered by it." He doesn't bother explaining that he's Not Exactly Human, since Disaché sure isn't human either, so it probably wouldn't mean much to him. "So it's sort of just like... flexing a muscle most people don't have," he says, swiping his hand down and dismissing the corridor. "The more in-tune you are with Darkness, the more control you have over its perks, as it were."
Maybe that was why Naminé had always sort of sucked at them, he thinks to himself. She was a Nobody, too, but she really didn't have a mean bone in her body; Darkness had never quite suited her.
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"FTL?" he echoes, furrowing his brow a little. He's not actually familiar with the more 'standard' methods of space-travel; faster-than-light isn't really a subject he knows. As for energy requirements... He rubs his chin, trying to determine how best to explain this. He's never really had to, after all. The Organization has always sort of held discretion to the highest priority while on missions, and as much as Axel enjoys chatting people up, discussing ORganization-related things was sort of a taboo.
But the Organization isn't here. Saïx can't scold him, Xemnas can't ground him, and the freedom to do whatever the hell he wants and say whatever the hell he wants is far too alluring to not seize with both hands.
Before he can comment on energy consumption, though, Disaché has switched topics, and Axel has to chuckle a little. He's suddenly reminded of how bad Naminé was with the portals, how she could never quite seem to get the hang of it.
"That's a little difficult to fully explain," he admits. "I can utilize them because they're... essentially connected to me. They're powered by Darkness," he says, knowing full well it sounds a bit absurd. "That is, ah..." Oof, this is complicated, and he's really no scientist. For perhaps the first time ever in the history of ever, he kind of wishes Zexion were here. "Okay, ah, think of like... how different external stimuli can create physical reactions in a body," he says. "Everything a person does, thinks, says, it all requires energy, on varying levels, right? Well, that energy, at least where I come from, is largely divided into two categories: Light, and Darkness. Obviously, Light is associated with the more good and lawful and heroic things, and Darkness is where slackers like me prefer to hang out." He waves a hand dismissively. "Those hero types make me tired, just lookin' at 'em, you know?
He's digressed a bit.
"Anyway," he says, trying to get back on track, "I dunno the exact specifications, science was never really my field, but the layman's explanation is, since I'm a being created from Darkness, I have greater control over those devices that are powered by it." He doesn't bother explaining that he's Not Exactly Human, since Disaché sure isn't human either, so it probably wouldn't mean much to him. "So it's sort of just like... flexing a muscle most people don't have," he says, swiping his hand down and dismissing the corridor. "The more in-tune you are with Darkness, the more control you have over its perks, as it were."
Maybe that was why Naminé had always sort of sucked at them, he thinks to himself. She was a Nobody, too, but she really didn't have a mean bone in her body; Darkness had never quite suited her.