fourteen | oo29 [ voice // action ]

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oo29 [ voice // action ]

... oh, that's just n-n-not fair.

[ In the woods bordering the western lake, this one, having just come to only a moment ago. Her tone may be a little irritated, but, well, she sounds okay, not hurt or anything. That's a plus, right?

Well, except for the fact that she's ... not very well dressed for the weather. She's stuck in the same training outfit her older self showed up in, a black ensemble that shows her midriff... only now there is a scar. A long scar, so long it vanishes into her clothing, extending fully from her left breast to her right hip. Of course, only the long slice of it across her belly is visible.

It's a scar, by the way, that her older self did not possess when she turned up in the same clothes. Curious.

Xion's not thinking about that right now, though. What she's thinking about is that it's freezing -- her luck to show up in the middle of a cold snap! And she's a little bothered that the scar is on display, but... well, what can she do about it? With a sigh that comes out on a violent shiver, she climbs to her feet. (At least she's got shoes.)

This has happened to her so many times now she's getting sort of used to it, and it's a nice change to at least not come back feeling sick/hurt/terrified/some combination therein. She'll flip through the journal a bit, fighting off more shivers, before speaking. Her speech is a little garbled, unfortunately, by her chattering teeth. ]

D-D-D-Does anyone know w-w-w-what day it is? I wonder if I m-m-m-m-missed Christmas. [ a beat, then ] D-D-Did they really have t-t-to drop me off so f-f-f-f-far out?

[ Walking all the way back, dressed like this, in this weather? ... send halp. ]

(ooc; OKAY SO. for once I am going to obey the rules of time and space. Luke got there first, so he's gonna pick her up. if you want to poke her at the lake in an action tag, that's totally cool, but just know it's only Luke taking her home. easier on my poor brain for once.)

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[ opens mouth.

shuts it.

shivers hard.

you are strangely familiar, small child, but Xion can't quite place his face. the scarf doesn't help. but still, that voice... hm.

she shivers again, pausing in her wood-collecting motions. ]

I know, b-b-believe me. The Malnosso l-l-l-l-left me out here!

[He leans back in place, frown deepening.]

Th'Malnosso... that's the people who brought everyone here, ain't it?

[...

Nnngh.

The fidgeting 8-year-old slips off his jacket and holds it out in front of him. Xion may or may not recognize the cross-shaped buttons, or the style of the labels. But the delivery is similar like before, at the very least.]

Here, y'can put this on... S'too big for me, anyway.

... yeah, that's them.

[ ...

...

okay, serious suspicions about who this is, now. she does indeed remember another time when someone who looked just like him gave her his coat...

but he doesn't seem to know her now. she'll have to be cautious. though the gesture... makes her smile. ]

Y-Y-You don't have to. Could you h-h-h-h-help me with something else, inst- instead? [ she points at the trees. ] I n-n-need to wait for someone to come g-g-g-g-get me... could you help m-me find some firewood?

[He huffs. This girl can't accept his goodwill, here? Kids back home would break their hands over getting free shit. So he puts it down out of the reach of any snow nearby. It could be genuine kindness, it could be he feels he has to follow through with his actions, but it's there for her if she wants it.]

Put it on 'til I get more firewood, then. Y'can't be frozen when I get back or I wouldn't be able t'give any to you, y'know.

[He runs off into the forest—there's a ten minute gap, before he returns with his arms full of sticks, huffing big breaths of fog. His tan can't really hide the redness his cheeks and nose are collecting.]

S'this good?

[ he leaves before she can think to stop him. she stands there for a moment, blinking...

but when he returns, she'll be there with the coat on, with a few sticks of her own, though not as many as he's got. her face just lights up in the most grateful smile when he returns, and she trots over to help him with the wood. ]

That should be enough. Thank you so much. What's your name?

It was nothin'...

[He looks down at that. Sorry, Xion, but he's not as good at being social as he is 20 years from then. Xion's teetering just on that age he's familiar with, to the age he's not.]

M'name's Nicholas.

[ but that's adorable, are you kidding. Xion would hug him if she could, but she knows he might not appreciate that.

... Nicholas, huh... without the Wolfwood. ]

I'm Xion. Thank you for helping me, Nicholas. [ she'll set their wood pile down in a little area she's cleared away not far from the lake shore, far enough from the trees to prevent any accidents.

... and then something occurs to her, and she kinda grins at him. ]

Wanna see something cool?

[...All right, so when people say 'wanna see something cool', there is no force alive that would make Nick say anything other than:]

...sure.

[That said, he stands at the edge of the woodpile—after a moment of staring down that lake, because damn that is not usual in the least, where he's from.]

Hehe. Watch. [ she doesn't really know if maybe he has this sort of thing on his world... but she's kinda hoping he doesn't, or the effect'll be ruined.

anyway, she concentrates for a moment, and then the wood spontaneously bursts into flame. that's Eferin's help, not her own magic, but ... still. ]

[dfkslfkhlkWHOA!

He jumps back supporting himself with his hands. Give him a minute, while he sits back up and tries to put on his neutral face—hard to do, and the wonder is still quite visible.]

How'd ya' do that?

[ JUST AS PLANNED!

Xion bites down a laugh at his reaction, but she does beam at him. she holds out her hand, palm up, and after a moment a flame begins to dance above it, suspended in the air. ]

Magic!

Magic ain't real, though... [Of course, he thinks about what Sanji did with his arm, and that statement seems to weigh less than he thought it would. So instead he looks into the treetops for something to add to that.] Not—not in my world, anyway.

[ that gets a smile of more sympathy out of her, and she puts the flame over her hand out. she'll sit down near the fire, and motion for Wolfwood to come over. Regardless of whether he does or not, though, she'll pause, and then speak in a softer tone. ]

All sorts of impossible things are possible in Luceti. It was weird for me too, at first. [ looks away from the fire and back at him. ] But magic is definitely real where I'm from. I had to use it all the time just to get by!

Mm... we don't have anything like that, really. [A pause, as he thinks about that.] Well, we use lots of guns. S'real easy to get one, y'know—n' if something scary happens, then you just use that.

[The holster around his waist, hidden by his droopy shirt, feels a little heavier in his awareness of it.]

... those are dangerous weapons, aren't they? [ she glances over at him. she's not really familiar with guns... Xigbar's guns are the closest she knows, but they're hardly "traditional" guns. ] It's kind of a scary thought, that they're easy to get in your world.

Nah, it's not scary, even if they're dangerous. Guns've helped me, so I like 'em—cause they can help you when you're in trouble n' stuff.

[He leans in on his folded arms, on his knees.]

They're bad, but they're good.

[ ... that sounds really familiar. Xion looks down at her hands, palms up, thinking of the Keyblade... the thing that killed her twice and helped Xemnas, but also the thing that saved all those worlds. ]

Actually... I think I know what you mean. I guess the same thing could be true of any weapon... being bad, but good.

But, you know... if you wanted, you could learn magic here. [ tiny smile. ]

[Despite what he's heard, Nick had never considered that he could also learn something as foreign as magic himself. Perhaps he was still trying to get over the fact that there was magic in the first place.

At any rate, he leans forward, eyes wide in disbelief.]

You... think I could? How'd y'learn how to use that, anyway?

Sure you could! Anyone here can learn from the Filial spirits. [ she lists them off, counting on her fingers. ] There's Nala, Kipinn, Sona, Eferin, Tsinku, and Hyt. Oh, there's a spirit of earth, too... [ snaps her fingers. she hasn't worked with Faeren much. ] I can't remember her name. Anyway, each spirit is associated with an element. You can learn to talk to them, and they'll lend you their power. I lit that fire with Eferin's help -- he's the fire spirit. Though he's really ... um, picky. So I had to use some of my own magic, too. [ stupid Eferin. ]

That sounds like just a story... [Something the little kids at home would've believed. And yet, it was real here. Guess they showed him what for.] Y'learned a lot from them? The spirits?

It's pretty weird, right? But it's all true, I promise. [ nodnod. ] Nala's probably the most useful. She's the spirit of healing! Tsinku is lightning, Sona is water, Hyt is light, and Kipinn is wind. Everyone but Hyt is pretty useful to have in a fight.

Light ain't very useful? I guess that makes sense...

'Cause all you'd really be able to do is blind 'em or something, right?

Well... it's more that it's just not a very offensive kind of magic.

[ wraps her arms around her knees, thoughtful. if she finds it weird to talk shop about magic with a ten year old, she doesn't show it. ]

I've heard you can use Hyt to bend light, and create illusions... you could probably blind people too, I guess. But the other magics can be used to actually attack people, especially Tsinku and Eferin. I think they're the ones you really want if you want to fight.

Oh...

[He looks quietly into the fire, wrapping his arms around his knees. Mulling over her words quietly. It sounds helpful, knowing something like that—it'd be unexpected, mostly unstoppable... and helpful if he needed to protect himself...]

I coulda' use somethin' like that, back home...

[ for a moment, she's quiet too, but she's watching him instead of the flames. Wolfwood told her about Gunsmoke, but not in any great detail... and certainly not about his childhood. But as a kid he talks about guns, and power, and how he could have used magic back home...

it doesn't paint the brightest of pictures, but really, in a way ... it just sounds kind of familiar. ]

Home is a long, long way from here. [ she looks up at the sky. ] ... I don't know about you, but I don't miss it.

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