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I will pretty this up later. But!

Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.
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[ There's always a noticeable quiet in the village during and after drafts. It's been a long while since Xion's been on one, and while she doesn't precisely miss them, she does somehow feel like she should be there. And when she isn't, she's always left antsy. Wishing there was something she could do. Anything.

It hadn't helped that her father and her boyfriend had both gone, too.

When Sanji had come home, she'd decided to find him and Rapunzel -- but Rapunzel hadn't been available. Not really knowing the girl very well, Xion had decided against bothering her and spoken to the bakery's temporary replacement, instead -- Aang. When she suggests her plan to the two of them, they readily agree.

So on the 8th of April, a week after everyone gets back, Xion, Aang, and Sanji will be setting up tables around the fountain, and on those tables are a delirious assortment of baked goods. Some of them are standard from the bakery, but some are specific desserts from Seventh Heaven, and some are totally new - Xion's invention, or things she and Sanji invented together through hours of baking together.

Yes, it's an impromptu bake sale, only without the sale part. Xion herself will be bouncing around either handing out baked goods to those who come over, or venturing further out to wave passersby over. And she always manages to approach with a bright smile and a hello.

All three bakers are on hand, though, and will be throughout the day. ]


(ooc; like it says on the tin - you can tag in and get Sanji, Aang, or Xion. If you don't specify in your subject header who the tag is for, we'll just pick amongst ourselves. Threadhopping is also encouraged. Go nuts!)
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[ Xion is rather suddenly recalling, if somewhat vaguely, that days like this have happened before. Naturally she couldn't remember it at all before this all started. Sigh.

But now that she does have some idea as to what's going on, she decides to strike out into the village, sort of curious whether or not anyone from her own world has turned up here. She's not really sure what she'd do if she ran into any of the Organization now. She's so different - eighteen years old, taller, with longer hair, not a stitch of black clothing in sight, and a ring on her finger. Not to mention grown up and changed in so many ways besides. But go wandering she does, driven by curiosity.

Anyone who looks particularly lost is someone she'll try to help, with a gentle question or advice. Otherwise she largely keeps to herself, people watching curiously. ]




[ To Jane, however, this is utterly new. She is bewildered at first, but quickly intrigued. How did these people get here? What's the trick? Why don't they have wings?

Naturally, being the scientist she is by trade, all she has is questions and they are all related to how these people got in and how they could theoretically get back out. Take any help you can get, right? No matter how faintly ridiculous or obviously bizarre.

So Jane will definitely be seeking out people to talk to, notebook in hand and taking notes whenever she has a chance to stop. (Too bad those will all strangely disappear when this is over.) Lost wingless folks may find a busy-body scientist all up in their business. ]

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[ Since her "return," Xion has been staying in temporary New Feather accommodations as she gets her bearings. She's had a lot on her mind... a lot of thoughts and fears. She goes to sleep the night of the 19th thinking everything will be the same tomorrow... and the next day, and the day after that. Whatever she was before... this is her life now.

Of course, that's not the case when she wakes up. Which she does with a yelp when she discovers her clothing is too small and pulls in all the wrong places. And her hair is longer, and-- and-- ]

Oh, no. Oh, my gosh--

[ That's all her journal, conveniently open as ever, catches before she slams it shut and races off toward home. Toward Luke.

Once she's met up with him and apologized until she was blue in the face and possibly cried a little, she takes off to Seventh Heaven. There is a certain chef she needs to see and hug and hug and hug until they both feel better.

Finally, once all that is done, she takes to the journals once more. ]


... I can't believe what just happened to me. I know I'm not the first one, but... it was so strange. Being young all over again... not having any memories of this place. They're such precious memories to me... and I think I realized something. I know how a lot of people here feel about Luceti, and the Malnosso, and the war...

But I'm grateful for this place. [ Gently. ] It's given me everything I could never have.... everything important and wonderful to me is here. Well... almost everything. [ Oh, Axel. ] But... I never want to leave. I never, ever want to go home. Not when everything important is here...

I'm glad. I'm glad I'm still here. I'm -- I'm sorry if that makes anyone angry to hear. I know it probably sounds really strange... [ She smiles, warm and sad at once. ] But this is my world now.

[ She ends the broadcast there... or seems to. In fact, she's got a number of messages to get out. ]

( Suki | 100% )

Hey, Suki... I don't think you remember me, but my name is Xion. I need to talk to you... about the Kyoshi warriors.

( Luke Skywalker | 100% )

... hi, Luke. I remember everything now. Thank you for being so kind to me. I could... probably clear some things up now, if you still wanted to know.

( Wreck-It Ralph | 100% )

I'd -- really like to talk to you. I think... I have something really important that I should tell you.
fourteen: (loss → it started to pour.)
[ It's a clear, cold day when a girl comes walking out of the forest. She is slow and careful about her way, as if she's not quite sure what she's doing - which she isn't. She also has the unmistakable air of a person who is hopelessly lost and not entirely willing to admit it, and thus is soldiering on nonetheless.

She feels very confused. Very much like she's forgotten something very important, but she just can't remember what. And she's very tired of that feeling, too. Memories... and loss, and fear, and confusion. It all feels familiar and she wishes desperately it wasn't. She wanted to be done.

She'd died. She'd faded away in Roxas's arms, that was supposed to be the end! She was going back... why was she here? Had something gone wrong?

What had happened to Sora?

Xion finds her way, somehow or other, into the village. She is not wearing the typical New Feather garb - instead, she is carrying that dress over one arm, garbed instead in her normal Organization uniform, which she found beside her when she awoke. Along with ... one other thing. There was a ring on her finger. It was very pretty, but it certainly didn't belong to her. After all, how could it? She'd never seen it before in her life. It ends up in the pocket of her coat, largely forgotten. If this is all a trick of some kind, it's a really elaborate one.

Of course, in the village she finds people. So many people! More than she's sure she's ever seen before, and initially she shrinks from them and runs to hide. She peers around the corners of buildings and skulks along pathways, keeping her hood up when she must walk out in the open. But she's obviously pretty frightened and distressed when she's unable to tuck herself out of sight, jumping at small noises and then trying to pass it all off as if everything were fine. ]


... I don't understand. Roxas... Sora... what happened to you?

[ Such are the things she muses worriedly out loud to herself. Eventually, she just goes to sit by the river. Her hood remains up, reluctant still as she is to reveal her face, but she's looking over the journal. It reminds her a little of the one she used to keep at home... but there's writings from other people in it! So strange...

She'll finally pick up her pen, her curiosity getting the better of her cautiousness in the end. ]


Hello? Who's out there? This little book... it feels so familiar, but I don't remember why. I know I've never seen it before.

This world feels familiar, too. How can a place you've never been to feel familiar? I don't have any memories of this world at all. I wish I knew what was going on.

[ She crosses something out. ] I probably shouldn't write this like a journal entry... there are other people out there, right? People who can read this, too. Just like I can read what you say. It's so strange. I guess it must be magic.

[ There's a pause, then. She doesn't dare write her name, does she? What if the Organization is here? She pauses a long moment. Well... well, there is one thing she can try. She doesn't have to give her name... no one should know her, anyway... and even if they did... they shouldn't remember. It should be safe.... shouldn't it?

She puts down her pen, and hunts around on the journal page some more. She knew she saw a little picture earlier-- there! Xion manages to switch on the video function. At first her cowl hides her face in shadow, making her features somewhat inscrutable.

Then she transfers the journal to one hand and slowly, somewhat reluctantly, pulls her hood down. This is Xion, alright - bright, uncertain blue eyes and raven dark hair. But her hair is short, and her face still somewhat round and very young. She will very different from the accomplished young woman who normally goes by her name.

After a hesitant pause, she speaks up again. ]


I'm... I'm looking for someone. He's ... he's a boy with spiky brown hair. [ She makes a somewhat silly gesture over her own head with her free hand, indicating at the shape of his hair. ] And he, um... he always wears red. And he's got blue eyes, like mine...

[ She pauses for a second, swallowing a wince. Like mine...

Xion doesn't dare say his name out loud, for some reason. ]


I don't know if he'll be here, but... it can't hurt to try. If I'm going to start anywhere... I guess it should be there. But I really should go home...

[ She looks off to the side, concerned and a little sad. She can't think of anything else to say, so she just awkwardly presses the journal shut. ]
fourteen: (sea shell → you don't seem)
[ When Xion arrived back home from a grueling month-long mission, the first thing she did was not check her journal. She headed home. Home, where Luke is. He'd been there, which was wonderful.

He'd also filled her in on all that she'd missed, which wasn't so wonderful. ]


It's scary, sometimes... how much things change. I missed so much while I was gone. I'm so sorry, everyone. I'm home now.

Sometimes, I feel like I've been here such a long time... maybe because it has been a long time. It'll be three years in November... won't it? I don't remember anymore when I got here... I'm pretty sure it was November. It feels like so long ago. Like lifetimes have passed since then. I've grown up so much in this place... and so many people have come and gone. [ Kairi.

A beat. ]


I'm sorry. I shouldn't be rambling like this.

We're starting to get some New Feathers in, right? My name is Xion. I work at the clinic, I'm part of the S.O.S Brigade, and I'm head of the Kyoshi warriors. If you ever need help, you can come talk to me. I'll do anything I can.

Um... I guess I have one last thing I want to talk about. I've got a lot of points now from going on missions... what do you guys do with your points? Or what would you do, if you had them? I sort of know what I want, but I guess I'm looking for other ideas, too.

Thanks, everyone.
fourteen: (wounded → while we're)
[ The feed cuts in with the journal's camera staring at the dark sky. It's dim now, in the gray lifeless world that exists after the sun sets but before night truly falls. There's no person to be seen, though briefly a shadow passes over the camera - someone's hand.

There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.

Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]


Luke is...

[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]

Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.

Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.

I'm sorry.

[ The journal shuts. ]

(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However, [personal profile] relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
fourteen: (steady → I don't think that you remember)
[ It's been just over a week since the storm and the infiltration, and the self-repair Shifts are finally kicking in. It's been a busy time, and Xion has been throwing most of her energy into helping fix what's been broken. But with things finally starting to calm down, and with lingering thoughts of the draft and a certain conviction on her mind, she settles down with her journal to make an announcement. ]

... for those of you who knew Suki, you knew she also headed the Kyoshi Warriors here in Luceti. Now that she's gone home... [ A deep breath. ] ... I'd like to see the group continue. So, if none of the existing members have any objections ... I'll be leading the Kyoshi Warriors from now on. For those who don't know me, my name is Xion.

[ It's a little more formal than she might normally speak. But this isn't really a casual thing, is it? She feels a certain pressure - both to live up to Suki's teachings, and what may well be Sokka's expectations. More than anything, she feels a need to do right by Suki's memory for Sokka's sake - and for the sake of all the other girls in the group. ]

The purpose of the Kyoshi Warriors ... was to teach people how to fight. Or a different way, if you already know. It's a group just for girls, right now. [ She pauses. It strikes her as strange, in a way, to separate out the genders. Deep down, she never saw the point. ] Considering things happen like the drafts... everyone should have a basic understanding of combat, if they want. Just to stay safe. You don't have to know anything about combat to be a part of it. We'll teach you. So if you want to join, come talk to me.

( Filtered to the existing members )

Anyway, guys, I think we should keep practicing every Sunday like we've always been. I know we missed about two weeks with the draft and Suki going home and everything... but we'll just have to make up for it!

Oh, and I guess, while I'm here... what do you all think about letting boys in?
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[ Xion resolved to herself, today, to go see Guy. She hasn't gone yet, and is in fact still in the clinic with Luke when she decides she needs to do -- something. Anything. Though she can't imagine how much harder it is for Luke -- his original is dead, he's the one that's dying -- it's been crushing her, too.

And since she's planning to go see Guy, anyway...

At some point, she presses a kiss to Luke's forehead, tells him she'll be back later, and slips out of the clinic. She needs something to eat, anyway, and probably a shower. But on her walk home she opens her journal to ask something of the village, something she never normally asks. She looks and sounds very, very tired. Not sad, just ... infinitely weary. ]


Does anyone want to spar? I can do weapons, but I'd prefer hand to hand. I don't mind either way.

[ She pauses, opens her mouth to add something else, then lets it go and shuts the book.

A short while later, she writes something else: ]


( Sanji | Locked 100% )

I need to talk to you.

[ And then, finally, much later that day, long after dark and long after her talk with Guy, she reopens the journal to write out one last message. It's late at night, and she waits until Luke is dozing. ]

( Locked FROM Luke and Guy | 100% )

If you needed to cheer a friend up, what would you do?

I don't mean for a specific friend. I know there are certain things you can do for particular people. I just mean in general, I guess. If you just had to do something, what would it be?

Oh, um, please only write back. I'm - trying not to wake someone up.
fourteen: (what? → I must be the light)
[ It's not until Xion glances at a clock that she realizes something is amiss. She could have sworn, last time she checked, that was 1 AM. And now it's 10 PM? That's not possible. Did she miss something? She couldn't have fallen asleep and slept that long. The journal catches her exclamation of surprise, and her quiet question: ]

Wait, what day is it...?

[ She wanders out of her room, confused, going to knock first on Jixsan's door before she tries Roxas's.

And he's not in there.

In fact, the room is empty.

Instantly, her heart sinks -- he's gone? home? -- but then the bizarre time difference occurs to her. Is something going on? Is there an experiment? As hopeless as she suddenly feels, she has to find out. Pulling on a jacket against the nip of the air outside, she grabs her journal and darts out of the house. ]


Has anyone seen Jixsan? His room is empty! Please, please don't have gone home, I don't know if I could take you leaving, too...

[ She ends up in the village center, near the fountain, and late in the evening as it is, it's quiet here. For a moment or two she paces silently, clearly worried, unsure of where to go from here. Anyone out and about at this late hour want to help a distressed teen? ]

(ooc; forward-dated to event start, sorry! as a refresher, just in case, Jixsan = Sanji, [personal profile] concasse.)
fourteen: (sea shell → you don't seem)
[ Things have been kind of strange and hard and a little sad lately. It's been difficult at best to keep her mind off Axel, to keep from dwelling on the sheer fact of his death, and she's been working even harder than usual to keep herself distracted. Her hours at the clinic and her school work are sufficient, for the most part, not to mention her Kyoshi training, the SOS Brigade.... though the quiet hours of the night are very hard, especially with Luke still kidnapped.

But she does try, very valiantly, to keep her head up.

Besides, it's February now! And even with Luke still gone, there's something on her mind. For better or for worse, Valentine's Day is sort of their one year anniversary as a couple. Really, the week after was when they admitted their feelings to each other without experiment influence, but Valentine's Day was still the first time they ever said something.

The thought of the annual experiment makes her very nervous, since goodness knows who they might get stuck with!, but ... she wants to try to do something for him anyway. And she's hoping, against hope, that circumstances will let her do it.

So in the spirit of Not Being Sad, and also Doing Something Nice For Her Boyfriend, she opens the journal and makes a filter away from Luke, since she doesn't want him to find this when he returns. ... she filters from Asch, too, while she's at it, because that idea makes her feel kind of awkward. ]


( locked FROM Luke and Asch | 100% )

So, um ... if I wanted to write a song for someone, could anyone help me do it? I can sing, and sort of play the flute, but I don't know anything about actually writing music. And it's for a really special occasion, so ... I'd really appreciate any help.

[ A breath. THAT DONE, she has two more quick filters to make. ]

( Roxas | Locked 50% )

Hey, want to meet me in town to grab something to eat? Maybe even some ice cream? [ WHO CARES IF IT'S COLD ICE CREAM IS FOREVER. ]

( Ganondorf | Locked 90% )

Hey, I don't think--

[ ... that's strange. Did her filter just ... break?

... oh. That can only mean one thing. Well, maybe he'll get better once he's home? ]



( public )

For anyone who might be wondering, it looks like the man known as Ganondorf has gone home.
fourteen: (&hooded → and I'm still)
[ There is a girl in the village plaza who looks rather out of sorts as she sits on the ground, legs out to her sides, in a random sort of spot. She is kind of blank-faced as she stares at the other passers-by, with only a hint of confusion in her brow to betray how she's feeling.

Though it might be hard to see her face clearly under that short cape she's got on. It's black, with silver tassels. And though she's trying to watch what's going on around her, at the same time, it's like she wants to hide. But then, why isn't she moving away?

Maybe it has something to do with the carton of eggs on the ground next to her.

Though it probably has something to do with the fact that she now has white wings for arms. Can't really pick up a carton of eggs when you don't have hands, can you?

So the strange hooded girl with the feathered arms, at a loss, will just sit there for a while trying to figure out what to do.

God help you if you step on her eggs, though.


"'Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. 'Why are you so different from the others?' And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him.

'Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?'"
]

(ooc; The Ugly Duckling, everybody. And yes, the pic is just a reference -- her feathers are actually white, not brown, and she's not wearing any other pieces of that costume. Cape, bird arms, and then her normal clothing beneath.)
fourteen: (steady → I don't think that you remember)
[ It's been a long few days. Not nearly as long as it was for those on the draft -- a fact of which she is keenly aware -- but her heart feels so sore. Miyabi is dead, Kairi returned with a broken leg, Elicia reverted back to a little girl and left her that message that was so bittersweet... She feels a powerful need to find Nami and Sanji, to talk to both of them, but ... that ... maybe that should wait. Until she can look at them without crying... and comfort them, instead of being a burden. In the meantime, she needs to focus on something else -- actually put her energy into something useful.

An idea has been brewing in her mind for some time. And all of this mess -- all the pain and the fighting -- and Luke, coming to her just days before with a request -- has finally prompted her to act on it.

In her room there are quite a lot of books. They vary widely in subject, but there is one solid section dedicated entirely to medical texts, ranging wildly in their complexity. Teaching herself has been difficult; basic first aid is all well and good until you have to use it in an emergency situation, and anything beyond that...

Well. You just can't learn everything from a book. She knows that... has known for a long while she probably needed to do something like this. So when she opens up the journal, turning on the video function, she looks pensive.... but also quite serious. ]


Are there any doctors in the village who'd be willing to take on a student? I -- I know some magic methods of healing, but ... [ She shakes her head. ] I want to learn the real thing. I promise I'll work hard. Really hard. This means a lot to me.

[ A beat. ] And, if ... anyone in the village would like to learn some healing magic... [ She's already been teaching Haruhi, and now Luke. ] ... I'd like to help. I know some magic from my own world, plus I've got a lot of practice with Nala.

[ After that, a thought occurs to her. ]

( Draco | Locked 90% )

Can I ask you something?
fourteen: (well wishing → I smile just)
Um... hi. [ She feels a little awkward, not knowing how to begin -- but she softens it with a laugh. ] It's been over a week now ... I wanted to thank everyone who's been taking care of me, and everyone who's come to see me at the clinic! It made me really happy. [ A beat ] And look, I'm even outside today!

[ She turns the journal away from her and holds it up. Anyone who cares to look will see the jewel blue sky and a few tree canopies creeping into the edge of the frame, from where they overhang the path. There is a quiet laugh as she does it -- and a murmur of "you dork," both from a male voice. Xion's own quiet response is to laugh, and return gently, "I am not!"

It's been getting better, doing things with her hands. Her whole right side is still sore, but it's come a long way from the hideous, blistered mess that it was the night of the fight. It's a little easier to use her left hand ... her wrist and her shoulder are still healing too, but they're easier to handle. Thank goodness for being ambidextrous, right?

Slowly, she lowers the journal back down, taking care so she doesn't accidentally close it. As a result, the journal catches a glimpse of [Bad username or site: cakeblocked title= @ livejournal.com] standing beside her -- probably the source of that laugh and comment. But then it's just Xion again, smiling. She seems pretty content, even despite the fact that she's still recovering. ]


... it's a really nice day out, today.

[ She looks up at the sky again, pausing briefly. And then her expression clouds, and becomes a little more serious. And just in case -- if he is back, if he would hear it -- she'll filter this. ]

( Locked FROM Vanitas | 100% )

Although... if anyone's seen Vanitas, if he's back ... [ Her eyes narrow. Not in anger, not in concern, but ... a quiet, vaguely troubled thoughtfulness. Yes, she knows ... what happened to him. ] ... I'd just like to know.

[ The other voice pipes up again. "Ready to go?" And the feed, for now, cuts off.

They'll be making their slow but steady way to the village plaza, where Xion, tired from the trek, will end up parked on a bench while Luke gets some food for them. Feel free to bother them at any point along this route -- he'll be supporting her and helping her walk with an arm around her waist. You could catch them on the way back to the clinic too, but, well, by then, Luke might be
carrying Xion, and she might well be dozing in his arms. ]
fourteen: (!! → that that was a whole)
[ Today, you are having a perfectly normal day. Perhaps you are on your way to the battle dome. Perhaps you're walking home along the path. Perhaps you're in the middle of town. Or perhaps you're heading further north.

If you're anywhere along this meandering south-to-north route, a young girl is going to slam into you at a full tilt. She's very sorry; she didn't see you there. But she's got this sense of absolute panic she can't quite shake, and she wants to get home right this moment.

In her disorientation, she has, of course, forgotten she can access magical portals of darkness. Forgive her; after all, she spent rather a long time here without them! And who wants to be messing about with the forces of darkness when they are too panicked to think straight?

Anyway, she may slam into you so hard that you both fall over. Or maybe she'll just knock you off balance. Either way, there is now a very startled, dazed, and still somewhat panicked teenager staring at you with wide eyes. She's barefoot, and her dress is dirty, but she seems otherwise alright. What will you do? ]
fourteen: (attempt → when you're in the dark)
( Private | Locked 100% )

It's still hard to believe so much has happened recently. It feels like things haven't stopped since that experiment. That's just Luceti, though. Things are always like this. But I'm still not sure what I want to do. Or what I should do.

It's raining today. There's something really peaceful about it. I wish I could go outside.

[ There's a pause, after that, where she just looks out the window at the driving rain and sets down her pen. Coming home soaked probably wouldn't be the best idea... and she couldn't bring her journal out there. And she has things she wants to address, today... a lot of things have been on her mind. So, with a sigh, she'll set up a few filters, switching to voice as she does so. First things first... ]

Ginko | Locked 100% )

Chouji and Miyabi | Locked 50% )

[ There's another pause, after this. A pause where she sets her journal down, and gently pulls up over her head the chain she wears around her neck. For a quiet moment, she contemplates the pretty ring dangling from it -- with its blue stone, and its volumes of meaning. She thinks of Sanji's words.

Gently she lowers it into one hand, letting the chain pool in her palm, then picks the journal back up to address the populace at large. ]


( Open To All )

... what does the word "forever" mean to you? ... and I'm not talking about the dictionary definition. [ With faint humor.

cut for tl;dr introspection/not cut ICly )

( Replicas (?) | Locked 100% )

... I hope I made this filter right. Only ... only replicas, or clones, should be able to see this. I wanted to know ... how many of us were out there.

[ "Us." She keeps her voice admirably steady, considering how terrifying this is to voice. But maybe ... just maybe, something good will come of it. ]

(ooc; Hideous, long post is hideous and long. Regarding the last filter! I'll leave it up to mun discretion if your character will fit under the filter. Obviously those termed Replicas or clones in canon will be able to see it, but for those of you who otherwise aren't sure, feel free to ping me on AIM at spark memories or just shoot me a PM. ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE THREADJACKING IN THE REPLICAS FILTER BECAUSE WHY NOT. GO NUTS.

Also: will be working on my outstanding threads, I promise. >>! I just needed to get this up. also again, THIS IS BACKDATED SO HARD.)
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[ There is a creature in the plaza.

Though initially it hid behind the clothing shop, it seems to be venturing out now, just slightly ... looking for an opening to sneak away.

Can this creature summon portals on its own? Xion does not understand it, this body. She has seen these things before, of course, but to BE one? It's strange and terrifying. She'd known before, when she had Sora's face, felt it, but ... hadn't that been an exception? She'd tried -- right now, she couldn't even talk. And she could
feel it. This wrong face, this wrong body, not hers. The only thing that might mark her, right now, is a curious (possibly cruel) artifact the Malnosso let her keep upon her return. Around the creature's neck, on a chain, is a ring. Xion does not seem to have realized it is there. She has rather more important things on her mind, after all.

Turned into a Dusk. The one threat Xemnas always turned on his members should they become unruly. She'd known. But how... he's not here! She'd only been taken for a night at most. How could the Malnosso....

What is wrong with her?

Should you be about in the evening, you may see this creature trying to rush, twist, and dart its way back to house 14 in that odd, swaying way Dusks seem to move.

But be careful if you run into her while you're out -- she just might turn into someone else entirely. ]


(ooc; all replies will come from [livejournal.com profile] aboysface, and probably tomorrow, as I am heading to bed. |Db)
fourteen: (clasped → I'm the dreams we had)
[ ...

It's around 5 AM that this goes up. ]


[ Filtered from parents, grandparents, etc (though not any other relatives) | Locked 95% ]

Has anyone had dreams where they were... someone else entirely? I don't mean like living a different life. I had those too. I mean ... literally being someone else. In a different body and everything. It's ...

[ Scary. A frown tugs down the corner of her mouth. ]

What about ... different places? Like ... like there were other worlds out there. Lots of them, not just one.

[ Her dreams were vague, and fragmented, but she thinks she remembers... a city in a desert. And a place that was dark, and spooky, with all these tombstones and ghosts...

But what woke her up was something else entirely. A disturbing dream about being stuck in some sort of pod in a bright white place... and a man with long silver hair and orange eyes staring at her. Why had he been there? What had he wanted with her?

Why had it hurt like that? So sharp, and suffocating...

Her dreams suggest... something. Another person. But she's almost afraid to ask. Still... ]


[ Sora | Locked 100% ]

... Sora? Can I talk to you?

[ As soon as she finishes saying the words she feels silly for asking. What can he tell her? After all, they're just friends... not even best friends, like her and Ven are. Even if he was in her dreams.... Nnnn. Stupid Shifts... Maybe she should just go back to sleep. ]

(ooc; source for Xemnas being a creeper is here for the curious, at the section that starts with "Where am I?"

also to clarify, late, the post is only filtered from her direct maternal and paternal lines. that is, sanji, nami, hughes, alexei, brook... etc. all other relatives, aunts/uncles/cousins/siblings/whatever, are fine.)
fourteen: (steady → I don't think that you remember)
[ ... this is going to be short and sweet. it tears at Xion's heart the tiniest bit to do this -- it always hurts, doing this -- but if there are others who don't yet know ... they're owed this, aren't they? ]

... in case anyone-- friends of his, I mean ... if you hadn't heard yet, Naoki was sent home.

... I wonder who's going to take care of the New Feather stations now.

[ GUESS WHERE SHE IS? That's right, That One Bridge next to house 14. After all, she associates this place with Naoki as much as anything. It hurts a little, but ... it seemed like the right place. ]

(ooc; yes I know on the heels of my last post but it needed to go up! however, tags tomorrow after work. also this will have been posted on the 19th to avoid MORE RAIN. so much rain.)

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