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[fourteen]

[ 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!)

Comments

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

... no. The Malnosso still control everything...

[ she's looking away from him, over the village. can it really be true...?

her earlier alarm is turning into serious worry. not to mention that Vash is still acting very strange. she looks back at him deeply uncertain. ]

... Vash, are you okay?

[goldenglasses]

[Ugh, even the girl from the future is asking him that.] I'm fine. As fine as someone stuck in the middle of a fucking experiment with everyone going nuts around him can be.

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

[ if she hadn't been certain before this moment, Xion no longer has any reason to doubt that something is deeply wrong. Vash, cursing? Her expression shifts into one of alarmed suspicion, and she immediately backs away from him. ]

No. No, you're not. The Vash I know would never act like this. Whatever's going on, this must be affecting you too.

[goldenglasses]

Tsk. I'm getting really tired of people telling me there's something wrong with me. There is nothing wrong with me!

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Then tell me -- how do you feel right now about killing people? [ it's one of most obvious questions she can think to ask about Vash's personality. if he's anything other than horrified, she'll know for certain there's going to be trouble. ]

[goldenglasses]

[The good news he does look shocked, not quiet horrified, but it's better than nothing, right?] What kind of question is that!?

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

[ ... hm. it is, but now Xion's not certain. ]

... it's a question to make sure you're still you.

[goldenglasses]

I'm still me, alright? Killing is bad, is that what you want? [Sorry, but he's just so tired of people questioning just about everything he's doing right now.]

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

[ her eyebrows draw up, and she takes another step back, clasping her hands over her chest. ]

... I just ... want to be sure you're okay. If you say you are, I'll take your word for it.

[goldenglasses]

Thank you.

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

[ Xion is very rarely frightened these days, but something about the look on his face and the way he's talking frightens her. Not in a physical sense -- but she's genuinely worried about what's going to happen to him ... and the people he is -- was? -- friends with. ]

Vash, just ... do me a favor. Please contact me if anything ... changes, okay?

[goldenglasses]

You mean besides people from ten years in the future nearly smashing my face in with a door?

[reactualized.livejournal.com]

... [ that earns a lineface, and she folds her arms over her chest so she can frown at him. ] Yes, besides that.

[goldenglasses]

Fine, sure, whatever.