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[ Xion had walked into the clothing store in the village square as her normal self. Just a sixteen year old Poppet picking up some warmer clothes for winter, nothing new.
She darts back outside just a minute later, looking deeply bewildered and rather ... different. For one, she's suddenly three inches taller than she was a moment ago, and somehow her hair has grown to hang a good four inches past her shoulders. Not to mention she seems to have filled out that teenage body of hers. This is definitely a woman, one who seems to be in roughly her mid twenties.
Considering she was just in the clothing store, she's dressed rather impractically for the weather in loose, flowing black pants and a black camisole. It's an outfit more appropriate for working out in... and given the bow she has in her hands and the quiver of arrows on her back, it looks like that's what she was just doing.
An arrow is now nocked on that bow as she stares around in growing alarm, before her eyes narrow in thought and frustration. Down goes the bow, and the arrow goes back in its quiver.
Give her a moment or two, and she'll have darted back into the clothing store to grab a coat before heading to the fountain, bow once again over her chest, reading her journal as she goes.
When she speaks, her voice has changed a little, too -- it's only slightly lower, but somehow she just sounds older. ]
This isn't... this isn't the Luceti I was just in. Just a second ago it was summer, and I'd been... it doesn't matter.
[ this young woman is frowning rather severely at her journal, her mind obviously working a mile a minute as she thinks. ]
... is there something strange going on? Can anyone tell me when this is? What year is it? Something doesn't seem right.
[ there's a pause, now, and a little bit of anxiety as she proceeds. ] ... is everyone still--? ... dad? Axel, Roxas? ... Riku?
[ unconsciously, Xion raises a hand, pressing her fingers to her mouth in worry and in thought. The observant may notice that there seems to be a plain gold band around her ring finger. Surely that can't be a wedding ring? She'll drop her hand before you can get a closer look, though. ]
Please, tell me what's going on.
[1) different bracket style just because. but also to cut down on the length of this thing.
2) she looks something like this, only with the hair midway down her chest instead. spoiler as to who she married. 8|
3) all replies will come from
reactualized and y'all better appreciate because making that shit took FOREVER. also please do comment here if you want Xion to have knowledge of a future version of your character!
4) I'm tagging like a beast right now, please do ping me if I missed something somewhere.]
(edit; WHOOPS I just realized there's a bit of a time discrepancy in some threads, as to what time of the year it was when Xion was poofed back. :|a gonna just handwave it. sorry!)
She darts back outside just a minute later, looking deeply bewildered and rather ... different. For one, she's suddenly three inches taller than she was a moment ago, and somehow her hair has grown to hang a good four inches past her shoulders. Not to mention she seems to have filled out that teenage body of hers. This is definitely a woman, one who seems to be in roughly her mid twenties.
Considering she was just in the clothing store, she's dressed rather impractically for the weather in loose, flowing black pants and a black camisole. It's an outfit more appropriate for working out in... and given the bow she has in her hands and the quiver of arrows on her back, it looks like that's what she was just doing.
An arrow is now nocked on that bow as she stares around in growing alarm, before her eyes narrow in thought and frustration. Down goes the bow, and the arrow goes back in its quiver.
Give her a moment or two, and she'll have darted back into the clothing store to grab a coat before heading to the fountain, bow once again over her chest, reading her journal as she goes.
When she speaks, her voice has changed a little, too -- it's only slightly lower, but somehow she just sounds older. ]
This isn't... this isn't the Luceti I was just in. Just a second ago it was summer, and I'd been... it doesn't matter.
[ this young woman is frowning rather severely at her journal, her mind obviously working a mile a minute as she thinks. ]
... is there something strange going on? Can anyone tell me when this is? What year is it? Something doesn't seem right.
[ there's a pause, now, and a little bit of anxiety as she proceeds. ] ... is everyone still--? ... dad? Axel, Roxas? ... Riku?
[ unconsciously, Xion raises a hand, pressing her fingers to her mouth in worry and in thought. The observant may notice that there seems to be a plain gold band around her ring finger. Surely that can't be a wedding ring? She'll drop her hand before you can get a closer look, though. ]
Please, tell me what's going on.
[1) different bracket style just because. but also to cut down on the length of this thing.
2) she looks something like this, only with the hair midway down her chest instead. spoiler as to who she married. 8|
3) all replies will come from
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4) I'm tagging like a beast right now, please do ping me if I missed something somewhere.]
(edit; WHOOPS I just realized there's a bit of a time discrepancy in some threads, as to what time of the year it was when Xion was poofed back. :|a gonna just handwave it. sorry!)
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Ten years too young, and a girl... Xion has a little trouble placing Sokka. And by a little I mean: WHO ARE YOU? ]
... yes?
[ uncertain look goes here. this girl must know her, but... ]
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When she looks up from her journal and spots Crona, Xion freezes for a moment, blinking. Little as he is, it's hard not to recognize Crona, with that hair and permanent facial expression. Though he'd gotten a little better in the past few years...
Still, Xion knows she needs to approach this carefully. She rises slowly and walks over to where Crona is, tilting her head and watching the little boy. Her voice is gentle when she calls out ]
Hey, you okay over there?
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Xion remembers just in time that she's undergoing a shift right now, and ten years ago... ]
Kohan!
[ pulling her coat a bit tighter around her body -- it's cold! -- Xion gives chase to the little Heartless, almost certain it's her friend. ] Kohan, is that you?
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But that is not important. The important thing is he is currently flipping through the journal to see exactly what had happened to the people he's acquainted with because he cannot stand surprises.
Lo and behold, Xion. Right away he can tell something is up with her. Sigh.]
...Xion. I trust someone has informed you of the situation already?
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Yes. More experiments. I've been Shifted back from ten years into Luceti's future. [ a quiet sigh. ] I'm still trying to remember everything that was going on ten years ago. How are things with you? Are you okay?
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This is definitely Patchouli, right? Xion had come to like the girl over the years, at least enough to remember her name and what she looked like.
This must be another experiment. ]
So I've been told. ... Patchouli, is that you?
(ooc; hope that's okay to run with. :|b)
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He's never been this... free before. He's also never seen a fountain before, so once he gets that far, he stares at it with wide eyes before he runs forward-
FWOMP.
... Only to trip over his own feet within two running steps.]
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Luke...?
[ immediately jumping to her feet, Xion trots over to him, slipping her journal into her pocket so she has both her hands free when she reaches him. Even if she's ten years in the past, Luke's a little too young. Something else is going on here. ]
Hey, you okay?
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That's Sanji's concrete analysis. Which isn't so different from any normal day, but every half hour he's deserved another angle on past experiments, either coupled with something else or going way beyond the limit of their predecessors.
What makes him nervous is he's still not affected.
It makes for a distracted chef, who passes by the fountain, completely unaware of who's sitting there. Maybe some time in Seventh Heaven'll keep his busy...]
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[ Xion manages to clap her hand over her mouth at the last second. Ten years back in time... she remembers, at least, exactly when Sanji did make the decision to adopt her.
And she was older than sixteen when it happened. Right now, he's not her dad. Something about his body is different, like he's lost a little bulk, and even if his hair is parted correctly, he's lacking the facial hair...
Momentarily rocked by seeing the man she thinks of as her father ten years younger and certainly not her adoptive father anymore, Xion has to shake herself out of a daze before she can call out again, pulling her coat tight around her as she stands up. ]
Sanji!
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but once she wakes up from her thoughts a little, she will spot Riku.
and her eyes will go quite wide.
he's ... he's short. and he looks so, so young. this person is not the man she married. this is ... the teenage boy she fell in love with, a long time ago. ]
... Ri ... ku?
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Before he can get too far, Xion will stand and move towards him, calling out. ] Naoki!
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It's November...?
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blond. blond? but his voice sounds familiar... though a bit younger than she remembers. still, it can't hurt to try-- ]
... Kida?
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But he's in the clothing store himself, today, recovering with some pleased surprise a long green scarf (http://pics.livejournal.com/one_green_eye/pic/0001s2x8/g5) of his.]
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getting transported across the village totally without warning has nearly sent her into a panic, since, well, it's not every day that sort of thing happens.
she only calms down a little once she spots Ginko. he looks just the same as always. maybe it's just the teleportation trick and nothing more serious... ]
Ginko?
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/very late tag, courtesy of everything being Shayla's fault.
/FINALLY returns to RP land
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Xion?
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You ... uhm. ... Er, Lea? [ makes a face. is that how you pronounce it? ]
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Fenimore watches this display through a window in the grocery store, not sure whether to be nervous or just bewildered. Despite not appearing to know what to do about dressing for the weather, it seems that the woman knows what to do about using the bow, so maybe there is good reason to be a little concerned.
But then the woman disappears back inside the clothing store. Fenimore decides it might be a good idea to finish shopping and get away before whoever that was attempts to menace the fountain again.
Her plan does not succeed, though, as the woman emerges again not long before Fenimore leaves the grocery store. She manages to route around behind her back, though, and carries on away from the fountain. There's something familiar about that voice as she hears the woman talk into her journal. And, now that she thinks about it, there was something a little familar about how she looked....
Bugged by this, she opens her journal and checks for the entry. Yes, there's that voice again. Fenimore only half pays attention to what is being said, pondering where she had heard the voice before, when the name "Axel" comes through.
Black hair, black clothes, female, holding a bow, looking for someone named "Axel," similar voice....
Oh heck.
Fenimore retraces her steps, but this time actually approaches behind the woman. ] Hey. Are you lost?
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Once she regains her composure, her hand (the one with the ring) will go over her chest as she stares at her suddenly much younger friend. ]
Fenimore?
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Which just leaves him feeling very, very confused and sympathetic to anyone else who may have ended up in the same situation
at least she didn't wake up naked]Hey, are you alright?
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... Jacob?
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