oo46 [ voice & action ] (forward-dated one day)

[fourteen]

[ 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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[Private 85%]

[concasse]

[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.

[Private 85%]

[blessingone]

[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.]

[Private 85%]

[concasse]

[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]

[Private 85%]

[blessingone]

[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.