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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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[ she smiles with relief, pulling her box back on across her chest and walking over to him. ]

It's so good to see you. I have no idea what's going on right now-- is there some sort of experiment? Last I knew I was just in the Battle ... Dome.

[ before she finished her sentence, she glanced outside, and her smile vanishes to be replaced by shock. there's ... there's snow out there. that ... that's not right. that shouldn't be there. ]

... what? Is it-- Ginko, what's the date?

[so good to....

Well. Experiment. Battle Dome. This makes sense. But her surprise at the weather leads him tentatively toward a conclusion.]

Nearly December, I think. [he doesn't keep track closely. Carefully-] -- and quite a few years earlier than you might be expecting.

... [ she looks back at him, shock still written large across her face. she asks the next question rather blankly. ]

A few years... Ginko, how old do you remember me being?

Ahh... [apologetic, for some reason] Thirteen. Maybe twelve.

[ well, that earns a surprised blink. ] No, but... [ no, wait. there's no way he can know what her real age is now. that's how old he must have thought she was... but... that would mean-- ]

... but that'd be ... that'd be ten or eleven years ago. I haven't been...

[ she looks out the window again, visibly overwhelmed by this revelation. ] ... ten years?

Yeah.

[Oh boy. How to begin to quantify this.] It isn't just you, Xion. There's an absurd amount of experimentation going on right now. This-- [and what is this, properly? Is she just aged up, or really from a future where....] -- this is probably one of the effects.

[ this is when the horror begins to dawn, and she can't quite keep it off her face.

her husband. her dad, her brothers. her whole family. if this is ten years in the past...

it's gone. all of it, completely gone like it never existed at all.

trying to clamp down on a rising swell of hysteria, she takes a deep, shaky breath, still looking out the window instead of at Ginko. ]

... an "absurd amount" ... that sounds familiar. That happens every once in a while... a huge experiment made up of a bunch of smaller experiments that happened previously. That must be what's going on. Though I've never been moved around in time like this before...

[ really from the future, this one. or at least ... she thinks she is. ]

Yeah. [he's visibly uncomfortable, with what an impact this revelation must have emotionally-- at least, uncomfortable for Ginko. But he can't help noting the kind of person the child he half-knows grows up to be.] That's a good description.

But it's-- odd to here you speak as if you've been in Luceti... [as a child his memories were of his own world. Does it just reverse with age? is it a potentially good way to predict how long you'll be stuck here? or not relevant at all?]

[ finally, Xion looks back at him, reasonably confident most of the shock and fear is gone from her expression, but she remains unsettled and obviously a little distressed. ]

... I have been. All this time. At least... as far as I remember. [ somewhat reflexively, she looks down at the ring on her left hand, then holds up her right hand instead -- showing off a charm bracelet so teeming with charms there's barely room for them to move. ] Vash gave me this for my birthday ten years ago. Then, there was only a handful of charms on it. It's taken me all this time to collect them...

[ to collect her family. her life. to grow up. looking at Ginko, she briefly, very briefly, considers his future. the one she knows. the one with her adoptive father in it.

then she shakes her head and looks away, determining to say nothing unless he should ask. ] ... and now I'm here again. All this time... no one's going to remember a thing. Of course not, they haven't gotten there yet... [ that last part is said mostly to herself, with a small, vague smile. ]

[his eyebrow raises, looking at it. That's -- a long time to be here. But he knows enough of her story, through others, to know that probably isn't a bad thing at all.][for a brief moment, his look is sharp and considering, along the same lines as her own. But he decides it doesn't matter whether this future she's from is the one the Xion he knows it headed to. So he just echoes her smile] Yes, I think you'll find everyone here left somewhat behind. [and a slight spark of amusements] I wouldn't be surprised if people started asking you to tell their futures.

[ oh, that's a pained smile. ] Oh, I hope not. How could I? The damage that could cause... [ she shakes her head, pushing some hair behind her ear. ] Me -- ten years ago ... I don't think I would have felt too great about it. If I remember correctly... I would have been happy to stay here, but not to end up with... [ wryly ] Who I ended up with.

[ looking down again, she gives her wedding ring a twist. then, abruptly: ]

You know, Sanji adopted me. But don't tell him. I want to make sure ... he wants to know, first. It's just... [ she smiles again, and abruptly it's clear that she's been fighting off tears this whole time. ] Forgive me if I say I don't want to stay in this time. There's just too much...

Hmm. [a slight smile, that might be approving. He might know her in the future, but in this present he isn't above testing]

[then he just looks surprised] Did he? ....sounds like him. [and a reassuring smile] I won't say anything about it.

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/very late tag, courtesy of everything being Shayla's fault.

/FINALLY returns to RP land