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[ 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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[ Her shoulders abruptly stiffen in something like a wince. But if she listens ... she unfolds her arms and settled the journal in her hands, staring at it. She stays silent, not responding, as she opens it up and flips through the pages. Then she sees it - the writing that appears on the page, recording his voice. ]

... you're not supposed to remember.

And yet, I do. I remember everything, Xion. Your silence, your rebellion... the little things, even. After all, you've left such an impact for us.

What a gift you've graced with us: Memories.

Edited 2009-11-06 08:23 (UTC)

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[ there's the faintest hint of challenge in her voice. ] So?

[ That's much better, you know. ]

So what, indeed. You've just solved a puzzle for us.

Now if you only spoke louder.

What do you want, Xaldin?

Another memory in form of words. It's one thing, and one thing only.

What is the last thing you remember, XIV? In detail, now.

... fading.

[ no detail for you. ]

How.

[ Oh, he's going to get those details somehow, in her view. He recalls the last thing she was sent to do, though: Absorb Roxas.

If not now, then eventually. He's a creeper like that -- ]

Edited 2009-11-06 08:53 (UTC)

Why do you want to know so badly?

Because I did say details, didn't I?

... and why should I listen to you?

You already started. Why end it?

......

Don't be shy, now.

[ I will be brave. I will be brave. ]

I'm not telling you.

Embarrassed?

I'm not telling you.

Already you say a most certainly no in a world to which you have no idea of?

Winter does welcome you.

Edited 2009-11-06 19:41 (UTC)

I don't owe you anything.

[ her voice is very quiet, but there's conviction in it. ]

I never said you did, did I?

... then I don't think there's anything else for me to say.

Edited 2009-11-06 19:59 (UTC)

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