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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 EVERYWHERE 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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[ Not very hard at all.

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?

[He won't get up, and move to a new hiding spot when she walks over, at least. Instead, he just stares up at her, and nods. Yes, he is just fine.]

[ oh boy. does this version not even speak? Regardless, Xion smiles at him, tucking her journal away in her coat pocket and takes a seat beside Crona. ]

Why are you out here all by yourself, then?

...Because my mom's not here.

[Which he sounds pretty neutral about, so far...All he really knows is that, and he's allowed to go outside whenever he wants, as long as he's bundled up.]

[ Medusa.

Xion resists a lineface and instead shakes her head. ]

It's pretty cold. You sure you don't want to head inside somewhere?

I was inside earlier. [And this, he looks pleased about. He's gotten fed, and found clothes that actually fit him.]

So someone's taking care of you? [ Soul? hm. ] Then it can't hurt to stay out here a little longer, as long as you're warm.

...Taking care of me? [He has to think about that for a moment. People have taken care of him, but no one is actually taking care of him...And he's actually yet to find Soul..] ...No.

[ what. THIS IS BAD NEWS BEARS. Xion pauses, then sighs quietly and gently places a hand on Crona's hair. ]

I could take care of you, then.

[What is with all of these people touching his head? He's starting to think he has something stuck in his hair, and just reacts by shaking his head a little to see what she's going to do.]

You would..?

Of course I would. [ she gives him a warm, certain smile, letting her hand fall from his head. ] ... do you know who I am?

[ just in case. she doesn't want to scare Crona by magically knowing his name. ]

[Crona just stares at her for a few moments, before finally shaking his head.] N-no...should I?

[ she shakes her head in response. ] Nope. My name is Xion. What's your name?

[Don't mind him staring at the ground now. He feels awkward answering questions.] ...Crona.

Crona. Okay. It's nice to meet you. Did you want to stay out here...?

[ sorry, bb!Crona. but she's got to know what to do with him, and she definitely won't leave him to fend for himself. ]

Uhm...where else could I go? [He knows not to go into anyone's house without permission..]

[ ... ]

You could come with me. I was just going to head home.

...Okay.

Good.

[ she stands, then offers him her hand to hold. she'll probably try to contact Soul, but for now she can at least give Crona a warm, safe place to stay, and something to eat.

[He'll stand up, and take her hand without too much hesitation, since so many people have held his hand to take him somewhere. And just starts rubbing one of his eyes with his free hand. Someone's finally tired.]

[ oh boy. Xion knows she'll be putting him right to sleep when they get back to the house.

... and she'll have to explain to her friends why she suddenly has a pink-haired ~~blob~~ child with her. it's something to think over on the way back, anywho. ]

Crona, you don't know anyone named Soul, do you?

[Well, all he'll do besides sleep, is hide in a corner, so he shouldn't be too hard to deal with.

And he thinks about that for a moment, then nods.]

...H-he told me my memories were taken...

[ ... wow, Soul. way to have tact around the blob!child. managing not to lineface, Xion gives Crona's hand a gentle squeeze. ]

Then we'll make some new memories, together. Okay?

[And one wonders why Crona decided to sneak away from him..]

B-but what about my other memories..?

[ with certainty ] They'll come back, I promise. You just need to give it time, and I know you'll remember everything.

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