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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 aboysface, and probably tomorrow, as I am heading to bed. |Db)

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[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ Another, very patient move of her head. No. ]

[hisdarkmark]

What about writing? Can you do that?

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ ... sway, sway.

And then another exaggerated shrug. It's worth a try, at least. ]

[hisdarkmark]

[He's going to pull out his journal then, flipping to a new page and pulling out a pen as well. Strange, pens are, especially when one's so used to quills. He's holding the items out to the Dusk then.]

Tell me who you are.

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ She realizes too late she can't hold a pen.

DUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

A sigh. How stupid is she? But the suggestion might still be valid...

Instead of even trying to take the pen, she uses her claw hand to draw on the ground, in the dust and dirt.

X

I

and the first part of an O. But Draco should get it, by then. ]

[hisdarkmark]

[Oh, he does. And he immediately shuts the journal and just gives her an incredulous look.] Are you really? Xion can't possibly be a--[Well now wait. Wait. The Malnosso brought him back as a ferret once. Anything's possible.]

They did this, didn't they?

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ With an irritable wave of her claws, Xion gives a ferocious nod. She's just as annoyed by this as he is. Annoyed, and a little scared. ]

[hisdarkmark]

[Not going to lie, the waving claws is a bit funny. But he realizes that she's just as annoyed as he would be.] So what is it that you're going to do?

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ She shakes her head.

... or, er. Well, now she's got a boy's face on, so that's a little awkward. ]

[hisdarkmark]

[Don't mind if he looks visibly surprised at the sudden change.] ...erm. You've...[He's just going to gesture to her face. The boy's face?]

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

I've?

[ --ah.

She starts, though tries to keep it under wraps. She does her very, very best not to raise her hands to touch her face, though for a moment there is a bit of panic around her eyes. It fades quickly, though. ]

... who do I look like to you, Draco?

[hisdarkmark]

[He tilts his head a bit, mostly because he's not sure of the boy's name. He's never met Ven or Roxas, so he doesn't know there are two possibilities.]

Some sort of blond boy. Someone from home, I assume.

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ ... wince, kinda. That doesn't tell her if it's Ven or Roxas. ] Yeah... a friend of mine, from the sound of it.

[ ... could be either friend. ]

... which is pretty awkward. I hope he doesn't see me like this...

[hisdarkmark]

It's Luceti, Xion. That means that he probably will. You ought to know that as well as I do by now.

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

[ A sudden frown. ... Right, of course he's right. She shakes her head. ] ... point taken. But there is one thing I can do, if I think about it... [ a thoughtful pause. ] Want to come to the clothing shop with me?

[hisdarkmark]

...is that the one thing you can do? Sure. May as well, I haven't anything else to do as of yet. Lead the way.

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

I can't really think of anything else. [ one-shouldered shrug. ] Unless you have any other ideas. [ but she will go ahead and lead the way. ]

[hisdarkmark]

I'm trying to think if there's a spell that can reverse these effects. Until then, I can't say. [Following, following.] How many people have seen you like this?

[aboysface.livejournal.com]

... a couple. [ Not everyone had stopped to say hi to the wriggling white monster. Her dejection shows on her face, but she quickly gives her head a shake to try and clear it off. ] Not a lot, yet. That's kind of why I want to get something from the clothing store. That way, if I keep changing, it won't startle people as much.

[hisdarkmark]

You're smarter than most...I imagine others would simply run around the village in a panic. I have to say, I'm impressed sometimes.