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[fourteen]

[ Xion is rather suddenly recalling, if somewhat vaguely, that days like this have happened before. Naturally she couldn't remember it at all before this all started. Sigh. But now that she does have some idea as to what's going on, she decides to strike out into the village, sort of curious whether or not anyone from her own world has turned up here. She's not really sure what she'd do if she ran into any of the Organization now. She's so different - eighteen years old, taller, with longer hair, not a stitch of black clothing in sight, and a ring on her finger. Not to mention grown up and changed in so many ways besides. But go wandering she does, driven by curiosity. Anyone who looks particularly lost is someone she'll try to help, with a gentle question or advice. Otherwise she largely keeps to herself, people watching curiously. ]

[ To Jane, however, this is utterly new. She is bewildered at first, but quickly intrigued. How did these people get here? What's the trick? Why don't they have wings? Naturally, being the scientist she is by trade, all she has is questions and they are all related to how these people got in and how they could theoretically get back out. Take any help you can get, right? No matter how faintly ridiculous or obviously bizarre. So Jane will definitely be seeking out people to talk to, notebook in hand and taking notes whenever she has a chance to stop. (Too bad those will all strangely disappear when this is over.) Lost wingless folks may find a busy-body scientist all up in their business. ]

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[soracles]

[ah - there he goes, lighting right up when he turns to look at her, same old Sora whenever he spots a friend.]

[and, well, no wings is much less painful than just one wing, anyway. even if he knows what it probably means for his time here.]

- Xion, hey! I was looking for you.

[fourteen]

[ Oh, god. He remembers her. He remembers her, and he hasn't got any wings. Could it be?

She trots up to him without thinking, her expression writ large with a mix of alarm and joy. ]

Is it -- is it really you? You remember everything? You remember -- me?

[soracles]

[Sora turns fully to face her, arms very slightly lifted from his sides, a very warm smile spread across his face.]

[because you see, he seems to remember getting a few surprise tackle sort of hugs from Xion so long ago, and now that he's somehow wound up here again, and he's found her again, you know what?]

[he's ready this time. whether it even comes or not, he's ready.]

'Course I do. I feel like it's been a while, though.

[fourteen]

[ Just --

It's a good thing he's ready. Because without any warning her face splits in the warmest, brightest grin and she throws herself at him in a tackle of a hug with a shout of laughter. ]

Sora! It's really you! You're back, you're here!

[soracles]

[being prepared means it's easy to wrap a good friend up in a big hug when needed — which he more than happily obliges to. and Xion's never not been a good friend, she has since literally right from the start, down to the day he first popped up in Luceti. circumstances of both their existences are completely irrelevant.]

You've been all right? I bumped into Roxas, he kind of told me what's been going on.