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[ This one is not so stable lately. First it's the experiment, making her fall in love with someone her best friends hate, but whom she ... really ... er. Likes. Then it's Sora, getting so badly hurt (thanks Yuber) he ends up in the clinic, and despite his protestations, it's probably all her fault. It has to be. She's tired and she's so scared and no matter what she said to Axel, no matter how much everyone is going to worry, she can't stay.
She runs. Again. Into the forest, because it's the easiest place to get lost and the hardest place to be found.
When she finally stops and sits beneath a tree, she looks a mess. All she does is curl up on the ground in a ball, burying her face in her knees, like maybe if she's small enough she can hide from the whole world. ]
She runs. Again. Into the forest, because it's the easiest place to get lost and the hardest place to be found.
When she finally stops and sits beneath a tree, she looks a mess. All she does is curl up on the ground in a ball, burying her face in her knees, like maybe if she's small enough she can hide from the whole world. ]
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No one's threatening me, Sanji. The person who kills me ... it could be the same person as last time. [ that smile is back, but it's empty and kind of horrified. ]
I'm not human, Sanji. I was built for a purpose... and fulfilling that purpose would mean something horrible would happen. One of my best friends almost died, back in our world. I ... I made him kill me, before that could happen. [ rubs idly at one of her eyes. this story is always hard to tell ]
I thought I was safe after I got here, but... something happened. Now it's happening all over again. If things continue the way they are... Sora... I think he'll die. Or just never wake up. I'm not actually sure. But ... I can't let that happen, so ... it has to be me. I have to die. Again.
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... Not human, huh? Only the barest parts of his curiosity are prodded by that, except he's got bigger shit to consider.]
... And there's no other way? Or at least stop whatever shit's happening? [It's not his nature to pry, but in this case he pushes his gentlemanly rules for the greater good] This isn't your original wolrd; there's gotta be something you can do.
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[ the way she says it though... is quiet, without drama or even much tone. she just sounds, well ... resigned. a little tired. ]
I'm just a puppet. I was created to duplicate the powers of my best friend. That's the only purpose of my existence. I failed... and I'm glad I did. [ there, a bit of steel! ... for a moment. ] I want to just ... be me. Xion. But I can't do that as long as I have the Keyblade.
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And why can't you just get rid of this shitty keyblade?
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[ she holds out a hand away from their bodies, so that when the Keyblade appears in her hand, it doesn't hit them. ]
Once it's with you, it just sort of ... stays with you.
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Without a word he reaches for it, wanting to hold it for himself. It's a funny-looking sight, Sanji can barely take it seriously. And as if the weapon has picked up on his disdain it suddenly vanishes from his grasp, only to reappear in Xion's hands again.]
... I see.
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All he knows is that acceptance won't come to him. He's heard what she's had to say, and now it's time do shit his way. There has to be something to reverse this... And if that means spending the majority of his stay in Luceti looking for a method, fine. He can put the Filial mission on hold.
So Sanji wipes the apprehension from his face, finally pulling away after another brief hug, though his hands stay placed on her shoulders. He's... thinking. Because Xion looks scared and tired and still wearing an expression he doesn't like to see on a friend, never mind a lady.
... First order of business needs to be taken care of, he decides]
Oi. [he nods in the direction of the village] Come with me.
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Where to?
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I owe you a date, after all.
1/2
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hee. she finally, finally gives him a little smile, one that is not hollow or pained. ]
I... well, okay. I'd... I'd like that.
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I'm glad Xion-chan approves of spending the afternoon with me~!! [aaaaaaaand there he goes]
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Hehe, you're always fun to spend time with, Sanji. [ pauses for a moment ... then with real feeling ] Thank you.
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But her thanks is greeted with a smile regardless]
I've always found cooking to be a good way to keep your mind off things.
I could give Xion-chan a quick lesson, if she doesn't mind.
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however, his offer makes her light up. ] Oh, you would? I'd love that! I might be really bad at it, though... [ tiny laugh ]
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Everyone's terrible their first time. So the only thing you can do is improve.
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Hee, I guess you're right. When did you first start cooking, Sanji? How did you learn?
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To be honest, I can't remember when I started. It like I've always been cooking.
And most of my training was from a ol' geezer with a peg leg and a shitty attitude.
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... also giggling. you crack her up, Sanji. ]
Do you mean the man you mentioned to me before? Zeff?
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And excellent. A laugh. His plan is working quite nicely]
That'd be him. Greatest chef in all of East Blue.
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yes it is! you can has a cookie, Sanji, for being a consistent winner at cheering her up. she smiles warmly at him, though her request makes it clear she's still not 100%. she'd rather listen, not talk. ]
Tell me about him.
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He's rather gruff for his age. Used to be a pirate. [well, if he's gonna talk, he wants a cigarette in his mouth for this. Pulling one out] They used to call him "Red Leg" because they said his boots were stained with the blood of his enemies.
[his mouth pulls briefly into a smirk] Tch, I don't know how true that shit is. He kicked me overboard more times than I can count and his shoes never turned red.
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He really kicked you overboard?
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I'd be dead if I couldn't swim.
[he's not joking]
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