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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. ]

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[Luke gave a quiet and brief laugh once she lifted herself up. Ha... She really could fly! That must feel so - oh. Maybe she can't quite fly - Luke holds up both hands, one to catch her and the other to make sure she doesn't lose her balance and fall again.]

Hey, you almost got it! Try one more time. [He kind of sounds... excited about this!]

[ ... his enthusiasm is infectious. Xion can't help but smile, and she braces herself against his other hand as she climbs back to her feet. ]

Okay. One more time.

[ Slowly .... she flaps her wings, slow at first, then quickly building up speed. Once more, she hovers off his palm ...

... and this time stays in the air. ]

Look, I'm doing it! [ BEAM. ]

Ha... You're doing it! [Aaah he has to grin and even laugh while he speaks, though he keeps his hands up just in case she falls again.] You're flying! You're flying on your own!

[ A nervous, excited laugh, but she remains steady. She rises another inch in the air, weaving a little in the air, but it seems to be intentional now, a slight side to side movement as she gets used to her balance. ]

This is kinda fun...!

[Whoa man, don't make your safety net run around everywhere now. Luke sways a little when she does; What if she turns into some other normal-sized person while up in the air? But that doesn't deter his excitement at all.]

If you were stronger, I'd ask you to carry me with you. [Mieu could, but that thing's ridiculous.]

[ SORRY MAN, YOU SUGGESTED IT. With a giggle she abruptly zips up in the air! Omg, this is fun. Back down she comes, to settle comfortably on his head. Let's all hope she doesn't change in the next three seconds....

.... aaaaand ....

... nope. Your neck is safe for now, Luke. ]

Hehe, I don't think I'm that strong.

Edited 2011-05-10 03:57 (UTC)

[Yeaaah, Luke's kind of hoping for the same thing here. He rather likes his neck, thank you very much. He still smiles, though, and places his hands on his hips.]

You sure don't look that strong right now.

[ Sorry, sorry! This is fun ... and his head is comfy. ]

Hey, what're you trying to say? I could still pull on your hair, you know.

I bet you couldn't! Not very hard, anyway.

[ ......

HAIR TUG ]

[;ALSKJDF;SLDFJ HE FLAILS HIS ARMS UP though he doesn't dare hit her.]

H-Hey!

[ LETS GO! ]

That's what you get! [ But she decides to have mercy -- and play it safe -- by finally taking leave of his hair, flying a few feet up into the air, and over, before slowly letting herself flutter down to the ground. Luke looks HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE from this perspective, but she hasn't got much choice, considering she could change again at any moment. ]

Jeez... [He gives his hair a gentle ruffle, almost protectively, before he sinks down to the ground so that he won't appear so huge to Xion. Once he's down and crosslegged, he rests his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands as he stares down at her.]

We can get something to eat when we go to my place. I know Asch has some leftovers there...

[ hee. a smile. ] That sounds like a good--

[ idea. or, well, it would, but abruptly her appearance has changed again, and it cuts off her speech. suddenly there is ... Xion, seemingly, though in all her Organization finery. Strangely, the hood is up, and in her position -- half lying on the ground, supporting herself on her hands -- her hood, which is up, hides her face. her arms are shaking, just a little bit. ]

Edited 2011-05-17 04:41 (UTC)

[Luke blinks and looks up to see... Xion? With a hood on... Okay, so he can't really tell if she looks like Xion, but it doesn't really matter. What matters right now is that she seems to be... really distraught by this form.

His own smile falls away in favor of concern, and he slowly reaches out to touch his fingers against one of her shaking arms.]

Xion?

[ She flinches away from him like his touch burns her, though this only destabilizes her and she falls hard onto her elbow. She stays there, splayed on the ground, shaking a little and not lifting her head.

Despite what he might think, being upset is only a small part of what is making her tremble. Mostly it's exertion. Exertion from trying to ... to make something happen. To make this body function normally. But it feels so ... strange. Almost mechanical. Like she did when she was new... she can't talk. Is she even breathing? ]

Xion... [Something seems off - that wasn't just from flinching away. He scoots and leans around to wrap an arm around her shoulders and lift her upper body from the ground, supporting her. It's as if she's having a hard time supporting herself at all...]

Are you okay?

[ She lets him do it, but does not respond in any way. She just ducks her head.

... everything is kind of hazy ... it takes her a very long moment -- too long -- to even parse his question. It really is like ... when she was new ... the whole world was so confusing, with too much ... color, and sound, and ... too many things ... ]

[... What happened to her?

Luke frowns in worry and reaches his free hand down to give her cheek the lightest brush of his fingers, hesitates... In a way, he's almost afraid to see what's under there. What is it that's causing her to be this way? To act... he doesn't even know how she's acting. But... there's something wrong with her, and he needs to find out what.

So, Luke brings his hand up to take her hood and try to pull it back... only to find that it's impossible. He doesn't want to yank too hard, but no matter how hard he pulls otherwise, the hood stays as if it's glued on. And upon leaning down to get a good look at her face above her nose... All he sees is darkness. Even a hood shouldn't cover someone's face with that much darkness...

Except... he sees a few features. Not the ones he knows so well... They're like...

Like a doll.

Is... that what she turned into? The basic form of herself? What she really...

The realization makes Luke widen his eyes, but nothing more. So... this is Xion, when she has no memories to define her, to guide her movements. A doll... Like he would've been, were he created without Asch to be copied from.]

[ She doesn't feel the tugs on her hood. It's like nothing is happening. Because who's to say the hood is really there? What she is right now is only an image they both perceive... something they think is there, but isn't. All she is is some thing... just this chameleon-like doll that can't even function right.

Oh, come on, don't look shocked. You already know you're a Replica.

A puppet whose original purpose was to duplicate Roxas's powers.

Her awareness of what's happening around her is still somewhat hazy, though slowly beginning to clear. Though she feels him brush her cheek, she does not respond to that, either. She "looks" up at him -- a bare tilt of her head -- and reaches up with uncertain fingertips to touch his face. ]

[Once he feels her fingers against his face, Luke reaches up to hold her hand with his, pressing her fingers closer to his cheek. It's... kind of scary, like this. She's so... blank. But she needs his help, and really, no matter how she looks, no matter how much of a doll she is right now...

She'll always be Xion to Luke.

So, he lets go of her hand, brings his free arm around her neck and pulls her closer with both arms, supporting her against his body in an embrace, and tilts his head down to hide his mouth and nose against the top of her hooded head. She might not know what's going on right now, she might not even know who he is right now... But even so, he wants to support her. To be there for her... Even to love her like this.]

Edited 2011-05-17 06:28 (UTC)

[ ... she's being held. She should respond, right? That's what she should do.

Does she remember how? She's aware of what's going on, feels the stimuli, but none of it makes a lot of sense. The world exists, but the framework she'd normally use to parse it doesn't exist right now. So it's there, just a mass of things and sensations, simply existing, pulsing, full of life and utterly nonsensical to her.

She should respond, right?

Her hands come up, but ... she only rests them against him. Against his sides. What is she to do with them? Something... what was it...?

She remembers how to fight. Magic, killing heartless, would come easily. That is what she was programmed to do. This was ... never in her programming. ]

[Which is all right. That's... part of who she is.

But now that she's like this, they can't just stay out here. After a moment of just holding her, Luke opens his eyes and shifts his arms so that one stays around her shoulders while the other slides under her knees, and he lifts her up and starts to walk towards his apartment building quietly. If he spoke, he's sure she wouldn't speak back, anyway...

Hopefully she won't stay like this the whole time... or, if she does, she won't remember it. He can't imagine how Xion would react, knowing that she turned into her basic doll-like self for a while... Luke could - probably handle it, but Xion?

... Lord, how is he going to feed her like this? They were just talking about food earlier...]

[ She opens her mouth a little when he lifts her, as if she would speak, but not sound comes out. She tilts her head a little, as if she might be looking at him ... then tilts it away, as if looking out in front of them instead. "As if," as if. It is hard to define what a doll might do; it is a doll, and has very little will of its own.

However, that is what she is trying to do -- see where they are going. But the blur of motion is incredibly overwhelming, making her lack of comprehension far worse than when she had been still. She curls up a little in his arms, a tremble passing briefly through her body before she settles and stops trying to focus on anything at all. ]

[Luke felt that tremble, and he paused in his steps to look down at her. What...

Ah. He thinks he understands... To a doll who's never felt or seen movement before, it could be pretty overwhelming. So, he slides the hand at her shoulders enough to gently turn her head towards his body, enough to rest comfortably against him and hopefully keep her sight down at her stomach, before he gets a good grip on her and walks forward again. She probably can't understand him, but he'll try to speak anyway.]

Xion, I'm... [It's only at that moment that Luke realizes that his voice sounds thick, and it wavers a little. The realization spreads further; his eyes hurt, as does his chest. He shuts his eyes and swallows before he looks ahead of him again, biting his lip briefly. He had to be strong for this, even though this honestly scared and depressed him.]

I'm taking you back to my apartment. Don't worry... I'll take care of you, okay? [And a smile. Or, at least, an attempt.]

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