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[XIV] Xion ([personal profile] fourteen) wrote2013-01-27 12:43 pm
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[ 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. ]

antlioncyclone: (oof.)

[personal profile] antlioncyclone 2013-02-05 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
["I've missed you" is a strangely heartwarming thing to hear. (Has anyone ever said that to Mewtwo outside of Luceti...?)

He puts a hand on Xion's head.]


Now that I remember how long it's been [(a disgruntled huff at that)], I've missed you too. And every other friendly face...

There ought to be paths to and from every world. I wish my memory were intact so I'd know to go looking for them.