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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!)
[yay! I mean, it's what Xion would want, so if it's cool with you guys then perfect :> action]
[Yesss, everybody's totally cool with it! Eventually Roxas will say so to her-- action]
[/o/ yaaay it'll make her so happy, omg action]
The way it was supposed to be...
[and she NEEDS happiness action]
[and possibly a puppy action]
[Well everybody could use a puppy action]
[can it be a golden retriever because they so cute action]
[ eep. xion's not looking forward to doing this twice, but she takes a deep, bracing breath and nods. ]
Yeah.
[omg yes. Also after my comment I'll let Axel hop in action]
[can I have a puppy too D: action]
[yes you can has 8D action]
unable to help herself, Xion starts to giggle, recalling a certain vacation. she visibly debates with herself over waking him up, and raises her eyebrows at Roxas by way of asking what they should do with the lunkhead. ]
[you already have Milkshake Yami, so no :| action]
[yes :| PUPPIES FOR EVERYONE action]
poutglare up at Roxas, not noticing someone else is with him yet]What was that for? Sheesh.
[I second this motion okay I love puppies action]
Hi, Axel.
[puppies are amazing action]
[yayyyyy action]
...Xion.
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Long time no see.
[action]
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Has it?
[action]
... you tell me. I know I was here before, but I don't remember it, or how long it's been since then. If ... if there's anything you want to ask me, you can ask. I know you and Roxas don't remember everything, so ... it's okay.
[action]
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Under one condition. I have two questions and you're going to answer them, Xion. Can you manipulate memories like Naminé?
[action]
No... why would you think so?
[ she can't help but glance at Roxas, then back at Axel, confused by the bizarre (to her, at least) question ]
[action]
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Before you were here last time we had no memory of you, then they slowly started coming back. And, well, it wouldn't be the first time I've seen memories tampered with. So you can see why I have to be suspicious.
[action]
You didn't remember me because I faded. And I ... I was made of memories. Someone else's memories. Once those memories came apart and went back to where they belonged... it became like I never existed at all. There was no "me" to remember ...
Naminé would do a better job explaining it.
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