fourteen | 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!)

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Kairi's pretty good at just accepting things unless they're really, really bad. I'm sure it'd be fine...probably.

[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.

... it's not that I don't think she won't accept it. It's just explaining it over and over, and seeing the looks on people's faces...

[ she nods, but she's quiet and subdued, now. ]

...so don't explain it.

... how can I not? I look exactly like her, Roxas. The only thing different about me is the color of my hair.

...uh huh, and I look exactly like Sora except the hair color. Most of the people here don't even know what I am.

It's not most of the people here I care about, though. It's her, and everyone else who might know who and what I am. Sora, too.

[ 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.

...half the time I don't even know what Axel thinks. And I don't know how Kairi will react, but Sora should be okay with it, and that'll be enough. [Man, he has no clue how to help this time.]

... I'm just the puppet, though. I shouldn't be...

[ 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.

...sure. Not a problem. [He's incredibly, incredibly confused once again, and feeling very awkward that he's obviously missing something. He's smart enough not to really ask every detail, but it's going to bug him. Still, he gets off the bed and smiles a bit.] I'll be right back.

[ she'll just lift her head and nod at him, still smiling weakly. once he's left the room her head ducks back down.

she'll still be in that exact same spot, in that exact same position, when he gets back. ]

[He comes back a short time later with a plain white shirt and a pair of pants very similar to the ones he's wearing.] These should be okay, right? [...what is this position.] ...Xion?

[ his voice startles her from her reverie a bit, and she blinks up at him. her expression shifts in a subtle, strange way, and she finally uncurls, letting her feet settle on the floor. ]

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.

Right now? [Setting the clothes on a nearby chair and just gives her a curious look.]

... I just don't want you to remember before I can explain it. It's ... it's not good. I wish you didn't have to know at all.

[ 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?

I don't know...I've been here for a while and I still don't remember everything. Does this...have to do with more stuff that I was supposed to forget?