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oo1 [ action // accidental voice ]
[ Waking up in a forest in a white sundress when it's cold and snowing is no fun at all, especially when she is dead certain she's not supposed to be here at all. She's clutching the journal she found to her chest as she makes her slow way through the trees, shivering violently. Every so often she stops and sets the journal down so she can cast a Fire spell to try and warm her hands a bit. She's desperate to find some shelter, anywhere she can get out of this cold and just have a moment to think through what the heck is happening here.
But she has no idea where she's going, and finally she stops, letting a few particularly hard shivers pass before she looks down at the journal in her arms. Her musings are a little muddled by her teeth chattering, yes. ]
I don't understand... I'm n-n-not supposed to be here, and I don't even know what happened to my clothes, or what this little book is for.
[ And she glances over her shoulder, frowning softly. ]
And I've g-g-got these wings ... last time I checked, I definitely didn't have wings.
[ Heaving a sigh, she hugs the journal close to her chest again, and rubs a hand up and down one arm, staring at the sky. ]
W-W-What's going on...?
(ooc; I tried, but alas. spoilers abound in comments!)
But she has no idea where she's going, and finally she stops, letting a few particularly hard shivers pass before she looks down at the journal in her arms. Her musings are a little muddled by her teeth chattering, yes. ]
I don't understand... I'm n-n-not supposed to be here, and I don't even know what happened to my clothes, or what this little book is for.
[ And she glances over her shoulder, frowning softly. ]
And I've g-g-got these wings ... last time I checked, I definitely didn't have wings.
[ Heaving a sigh, she hugs the journal close to her chest again, and rubs a hand up and down one arm, staring at the sky. ]
W-W-What's going on...?
(ooc; I tried, but alas. spoilers abound in comments!)
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[ .... still staring. she's so going to ask you, Roxas. she is like two seconds away from asking wtf cross-dressing is supposed to be. actually she's just going to ask right now because-- ]
Okay, seriously, what is cross-dressing?
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...it's...well you know, when guys wear girl-clothes and girls wear guy-clothes. I don't really get the point of it.
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[ blink. ] But I've always worn a shirt and pants ... are those guy clothes? Does that mean I've been cross-dressing this entire time? [ headtilt. ] It sounds silly to me.
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Beats me. It's another one of those weird things about another world.
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[ shakes her head. ] Where did you learn about that, anyway? I've got so much to catch up on.
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[Shrugs a bit.] I heard it in passing and then I asked the girl who owns the clothing shop. You'll pick up on stuff soon enough.
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[ she nods, but she's quiet and subdued, now. ]
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[ she rests her forehead on her knees, effectively hiding her face. ]
I just wish it was easier. I still don't really know what Axel thinks.
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[ okay, cutting off that line of thought because that's really just depressing. she turns her head sideways to lay her cheek on her knee so she can look at him. just a little while ago -- to her, at least -- she was fading, dying, reaching up to touch his face to remind him of their friendship. lost in memories, she's started to reach out to him before she even realizes it, but once she does, she drops her hand. instead she forces a weak smile. ]
Can I borrow those clothes? I'd like to change.
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she'll still be in that exact same spot, in that exact same position, when he gets back. ]
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Those are fine...
[ pause, aaaand deep breath. ] Roxas ... I think there's something else I need to tell you. I'd rather you hear it from me before you suddenly remember it happening, one day.
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[ she gives him a worried look, lacing her fingers tightly in her lap. ] It doesn't have to be right now, but ... how fast do you think your memory will come back? Do you think you'll get all of it back?
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Okay. Thanks again, Roxas.
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I'm fine.
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