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oo26 [ action // voice ]
[ 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
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!)
[voice]
...Or he just remembers Axel's voice post.]
You're in House 14, I believe. A friend of yours announced a party for you there a few days ago.
[voice]
[voice]
[C-cough. So awkward, orz.]
...Hopefully this won't last long.
[voice]
[voice]
[But wait. Wait. WAIT.]
You're not still in the cold, are you?
[Because he will not have his young...ish...female acquaintance freezing to death on his watch. 8|]
[voice]
but that makes her pause. ] Um... [ a sheepish laugh ] Yes I am, actually. I'll go inside, don't worry! [ even as she says that, she stands, heading back towards the clothing store. ]