oo46 [ voice & action ] (forward-dated one day)
[ It's not until Xion glances at a clock that she realizes something is amiss. She could have sworn, last time she checked, that was 1 AM. And now it's 10 PM? That's not possible. Did she miss something? She couldn't have fallen asleep and slept that long. The journal catches her exclamation of surprise, and her quiet question: ]
Wait, what day is it...?
[ She wanders out of her room, confused, going to knock first on Jixsan's door before she tries Roxas's.
And he's not in there.
In fact, the room is empty.
Instantly, her heart sinks -- he's gone? home? -- but then the bizarre time difference occurs to her. Is something going on? Is there an experiment? As hopeless as she suddenly feels, she has to find out. Pulling on a jacket against the nip of the air outside, she grabs her journal and darts out of the house. ]
Has anyone seen Jixsan? His room is empty! Please, please don't have gone home, I don't know if I could take you leaving, too...
[ She ends up in the village center, near the fountain, and late in the evening as it is, it's quiet here. For a moment or two she paces silently, clearly worried, unsure of where to go from here. Anyone out and about at this late hour want to help a distressed teen? ]
(ooc; forward-dated to event start, sorry! as a refresher, just in case, Jixsan = Sanji,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
concasse.)
Wait, what day is it...?
[ She wanders out of her room, confused, going to knock first on Jixsan's door before she tries Roxas's.
And he's not in there.
In fact, the room is empty.
Instantly, her heart sinks -- he's gone? home? -- but then the bizarre time difference occurs to her. Is something going on? Is there an experiment? As hopeless as she suddenly feels, she has to find out. Pulling on a jacket against the nip of the air outside, she grabs her journal and darts out of the house. ]
Has anyone seen Jixsan? His room is empty! Please, please don't have gone home, I don't know if I could take you leaving, too...
[ She ends up in the village center, near the fountain, and late in the evening as it is, it's quiet here. For a moment or two she paces silently, clearly worried, unsure of where to go from here. Anyone out and about at this late hour want to help a distressed teen? ]
(ooc; forward-dated to event start, sorry! as a refresher, just in case, Jixsan = Sanji,
concasse.)
I couldn't help myself - let me know if this is okay <<
Crabby Fenimore? Meet crabby Jixsan.]
Forgive me if it doesn't suit your tastes.
I was very happy to see it!
If you say so. It's just a pretty awkward place to put an x. [Muttered to herself:] -xsa, -xsa...
[Even if she doesn't apologize for the insult.]
8|b
Jik-san.
It's not that hard.
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[Yes, the just-slightly-too-long ku was deliberate. She could probably manage pretty well if she tried.]
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Jixsan politely tells his conscience to shove it.]
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Maybe you just have a "shitty bad" name.
[She can be the mature one here and rele -- did she really just say that? Oh goddammit.]
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[He starts laughing. Just honest, heartless laughter he doesn't feel.]
Fair enough, you little smart-mouth. [Jixsan will give you that point. And he won't say what he normally would, because he remembers that she's Xion's friend; that's enough to keep Jixsan from going after her.] To be honest, I don't even like it.
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I guess I shouldn't have talked about it like that, anyway. [A pause.] Maybe especially if you already don't like it.
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My Somebody didn't exactly have a lot of vowels to work with in his name. Couldn't be helped.
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His "somebody?" She tilts her head back and forth, arms crossed, as she tries to make sense of it. What kind of -- is that a euphemism for a lover? After all, Grune seems to call people in love "special someones." And past tense...he's talking about someone he broke up with? But they're talking about a name.]
I don't see what that has to do with your name.
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[he should probably consider filtering this - except he can't bring himself to care all that much, either. There's something darkly amusing about this conversation for him]
Without my Somebody, my name doesn't really exist. One precedes the other.
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Is she talking to a real life yandere? This thought is pretty quickly dismissed, but...that is a rather obsessive way to talk about an ex-girlfriend (or ex-boyfriend, but AU Fenimore is more inclined to think heteronormatively). She's starting to get the feeling they're talking about two different things.]
You didn't have a name before you met your..."somebody"?
lmfao yandere /might've burst into laughter
[Honestly, he realizes she's probably confused and slowly trying to weave her way into a coherent conversation, but pfft, there's no fun in that.] I didn't have a name until he left me.
[Sigh] Wasn't much of a happy parting.
1/2 I will take ruthless advantage of modern terms in my brief stint with an Earth person.
"he left me"
"he"
OH MY GOD IT'S A YAOI]
And I am pleased to have entertained you.
Oh my god.
Due to the player's lack of intimate knowledge of modern Japanese views on gay men, her thoughts on this will have to be just summarized as: complicated. Her voice is mildly strangled at first as she asks:]
-- Then what did people call you before that?
[Private 85%]
The answer he finally decides on is profound in a way, at least for him, and a reflection of his two years in Luceti. It's also an answer he's not about to share over the journals, lest he upset Xion for some reason; frankly, he's unsure why he's telling this girl, whom he barely knows and clashed words with. Perhaps she has him in a chatty mood. Or maybe her confusion is too entertaining to pass up.
Maybe he just... doesn't care at all, destined to act on illogical whims. Either way, it's not his best filter, but it's sturdy enough.
His voice takes on a musing quality]
Nothing. I didn't exist.
[Private 85%]
Still, this kind of destroys her hypothesis that this guy is an obsessive stalker of an ex-boyfriend. Sure, she could take it as some kind of over the top exaggeration ("before I met him, it was like I had never truly existed before that day"), but that sounds pretty remote, especially when he chose to filter this.
...She'll keep that guess in her back pocket just in case, but on the assumption it isn't true:]
I don't understand.
[Private 85%]
When a person dies, usually that's the end of it. They're dead. Gone. Nothing left.
But due to special circumstances, my Somebody... [A sigh] Well, let's just say there were some leftovers.
[Private 85%]
...Like a ghost, you mean?
[Or a ghoul or a zombie, but ghost seems least insulting if she's wrong. Right now she's kind of wishing she had kept up her studies better.]
[Private 85%]
Something like that, but more in the opposite direction.
Ghosts are supposed to embody the soul, right? Think of me as just the body.
[A.K.A. intelligent zombie]
[Private 85%]
...You're pretty smart for just a body.