oo13 [ voice // action ]

[fourteen]

[ Without any warning, a short, sharp shriek of fear is going to be transmitted across the journals. It's followed by dead silence, and a few whispered words too quiet to be picked up on.

A moment goes by in silence, wherein Xion notices both the room's other [Bad username or site: perplex_me title= @ livejournal.com] and her journal at the foot of her bed. Her voice is shaky when the journal picks it up next, and she's both addressing anyone who heard as well as Roxas. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- it's -- I'm okay.

What's...

[ She could have sworn she saw him, just as she awoke. Right out of the corner of her eye, like some monster from her nightmares. It would be impossible to mistake that blue hair, those impossibly cold eyes... but there was no one there. Not to mention her dreams of the past few days haven't exactly been nightmares, so much as... ]

--Sora! Sora! Where is he?! [ very upset Poppet is very upset and isn't sure if she's really yelling this at Roxas, or at the whole universe. ] SORA!

(ooc; her voice replies will come a little bit after this entry is actually made; her thread with Roxas will chronologically come first. tags might be a little slow because there is a cat sleeping on my arms.)

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[voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

I would assume he's where he's always been.

[voice]

[fourteen]

... Vexen, you-- I--

[ she's as loathe as her friends to beg him for help, but who would know but him how to stop this, if there was another way? her voice is a little thick and very hesitant, but she tries. ]

Is there any way to stop my programming?

[voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

[He has to honestly think about that. He'd never designed the Replica Project to be reversible, since more than anything they'd needed a fully functioning Keybearer.]

It's theoretically possible one exists, yes.

[The tone of his voice, however, says 'but why would you want to?']

[voice]

[fourteen]

What?!

[ not even paying attention to the tone of his voice right now, really. even if only theoretically... it's possible?! ]

Could you-- is it-- only theoretically? Could it be done for real?

[voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

[Say rather it might be possible, and you'd be closer to the truth.]

I'd need to have access to the original creation to be sure.

[voice]

[fourteen]

... meaning what, exactly?

Re: [voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

It's quite simple, really. If I'm to work on your programming, I'd need you. This is hardly something one can do from afar.

[voice]

[fourteen]

[ that. you. oh god. she's silent for a horrified moment, but she still has to ask ]

... what would you do?

[voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

Nothing permanently damaging.

[voice]

[fourteen]

[ HOLY SHIT VEXEN WHY SO CREEPY. ;; Xion hesitates again, for a longer moment. but... if there really is another way... ]

I ... I could come see you...

[voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

[Because Vexen?]

It would be the most convenient method. Are you familiar with where I live?

[voice]

[fourteen]

[ pretty much. mun loves it, at least, even if Xion does not. ]

No... [and it occurs to her she might need this: ]

[filtered]

I may have to come in a few hours, so I can get away... if that's okay.

Re: [voice]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

House 24.

[filtered]

It'll take some time to get everything properly set up anyway. Take whatever time you think you need.

[filtered voice to action]

[fourteen]

... ...... okay. [ aaand she shuts the journal. she's terrified, but if this can spare her friends and herself a lot of pain...

... well, she'll be showing up at House 24's door about two hours later, taking a moment to work up the courage to knock. ]

[action]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

[Vexen doesn't bother to actually open the door for her. Why should he?]

It's open.

[He sounds... cranky as ever, so that's presumably a good sign.]

[action]

[fourteen]

... [ well then. she opens the door and steps inside, not sure where she'll find him. she's not going to say much; in fact, she looks pretty cowed. ]

[action]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

[He's in the lab, quite naturally, putting the last finishing touches on what he'll need for this. She might also notice that most of the rooms of the house are sparsely furnished at best, and that the temperature inside is a fair bit cooler than it is outside.

Being an ice elemental has it's advantages sometimes.]

[action]

[fourteen]

[ well. it reminds her a lot of the Castle, actually. the feeling is unnerving, but she finds her way to his lab anyway. if the cold bothers her, she gives no sign ... yet. ]

... hello.

[action]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

It's about time you got here.

[Never mind the fact that he only just finished his own work. Clearly, being actually kind isn't on the menu.]

[action]

[fourteen]

Um... sorry. [ not that she looks particularly sorry. instead she just looks doubtful, moving forward to stand before him. there's something oddly intimidating about running into other Organization members that aren't Axel or Roxas. ]

So what happens now?

[action]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

We attempt to see what may be done with regards to your programming.

[Really, it is not a hard thing to grasp!]

[action] boo.

[aerojahack.livejournal.com]

[ Someone was already in the laboratory, did you know? He wouldn't miss this for the world, after the first time.

Snap went the white, latex gloves over his hands -- ]

[action] /shriek.

[fourteen]

[ once she hears the snap, Xion whirls around, and when she spots Xaldin, a wave of cold washes over her.

she feels very unsafe here, trapped between these two older, stronger Organization members, and the temptation to just run and not look back is nearly overwhelming.

while she does back up a step, looking between them, she does not turn to leave. instead she looks back at Vexen, her voice tiny, but she gives it what steel she can. ]

That's not what I meant. How ... how do we do this?

[action]

[cryology.livejournal.com]

How much of an explanation do you require?

[action]

[aerojahack.livejournal.com]

[ Yes, yes, go ahead and explain, Vexen. Xaldin wouldn't like to interrupt, opening and closing his hand to get a good feel of the glove.

My, he hasn't worn them in a few years. III gave Xion a knowing glance. Is she ready, he wondered. ]