Re:Coded, Re:Connected

sexlessrpmemes:

He coughs, embarrassed. “No,” he says defensively. “Totally not doing that.” He might be poking around Vexen’s old research, nothing important. He hesitates, and then smiles. “And it’s Lea now,” he tells her. “Thanks for asking.” He gets so frustrated these days with all these people yelling AXEL AXEL AXEL.

“So do you always find yourself reading the files of a former associate?”

He jumps a little, startled at the voice – well, not the voice itself, as he’s used to interacting with the Tron system that was part of the Garden’s OS. But the fact that he knows the voice… “Naminé?” He asks curiously, studying the window the girl’s face has popped up in. How strange. He’s only taken aback for a moment, though, and then he smiles. “No, I suppose you’re a data version of her, aren’t you?” He has to wonder who made her. “Perhaps you can help me, yes,” he agrees – he’s only partially sure she can, but either way, he doesn’t want to just dismiss her outright. Even if it isn’t the real Naminé…

"Indeed I am.” Ienzo or Zexion, she has had the chance to ask yet, was very quick to distinguish the program from her original. It was expected, even though most of her information was based more on the data found within the system than  from the memories of her original. “It’s very likely that I will be able to, what were you attempting to accomplish, Zexion? Or have you also reverted back to your former name?” It seemed to be a trend lately, whatever could have prompted the changes?

//Starter Call