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[ 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,

concasse.)

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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"?

Closer.

[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.

["until he left me"

"he left me"

"he"

OH MY GOD IT'S A YAOI]

[Okay so she doesn't actually think in those terms because that would be silly. But she does spittake slightly. He must mean something diff -- no, he said "left me." Not much of a happy parting.

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?

[How to even begin answering that question. There are two choices and Jixsan isn't sure which sounds stranger. He needs time to dwell on it.

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.

[Better than any filter Fenimore could come up with! Though not by as huge a margin as standard, pre-computers Fenimore.

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.

[Now, suddenly, he seems much more serious, and whatever playfulness from before goes up in smoke. He regards her blankly until his gaze projects off into space, like he might find the answer to her question in the air.]

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.

[Okay, this was not what she expected to get into based on how this conversation started. But, after a hesitation in which surprise and uncertainty flicker across her face, she also grows much more serious. She's currently an exorcist-in-training, so this is something that is relevant to her interests.]

...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.]

[That earns an odd smile, strangely enough. First time he's ever been compared to a ghost, but the Nobody finds it strangely fitting.]

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]

[Wow, seriously a zombie? Should she be telling her exorcist cram school teacher about this? And this is Xion's friend? Then again, Xion had some weirdness to her, too....]

...You're pretty smart for just a body.

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lmfao yandere /might've burst into laughter

1/2 I will take ruthless advantage of modern terms in my brief stint with an Earth person.

And I am pleased to have entertained you.

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