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[fourteen]

... 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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[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

[As she should, because answering like that does not help at all.]

...You don't sound very okay..

[fourteen]

[ dat face. ]

I'm just c-c-cold! I'm not hurt.

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

...Why are you outside then?

[No, he's not aware of what happened, and he's pretty sure he remembers her being a person to go outside in warm things.]

[fourteen]

... The Malnosso.... left me h-h-h-here.

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

Why would they do that?

[fourteen]

... they took m-m-me for an experiment. W-W-W-When they drop you back off, it t-tends to be in ... r-random places.

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

...Are you sure you're okay then? [Experiments = bad, normally.]

[fourteen]

... I think I am ... [ nothing hurts, but for her, that's not really a reliable indicator. ] I f-f-feel fine, at least. Besides, I have friends c-c-c-coming to find me! I'll really be okay. Really!

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

...Okay. [He doesn't totally believe that, but there's not much he can o anyway.]

[fourteen]

[ there's a bit of a pause before she replies, in which she gets a fire going and curls up beside it. ]

... trust me, okay? I've got a fire now, and... I'll be home soon. I just wish they hadn't left me this far from home...

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

[Well okay, that's a bit better. Now don't mind him as he sort of talks to himself.]

I wish I could get Ragnaroks wings to work here...

[fourteen]

... wings? [ did she know about those? what an incredible weapon... ]

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

Sort of wings...I can fly with them, but they're made out of blood. [Which he sees nothing wrong with.]

1/2

[fourteen]

[ . . . . . . . . . . ]

[fourteen]

B-Blood?

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

...Yes? [Pretty sure he said that clearly.]

[fourteen]

... it's just ... I've never heard of anything like that before...

[ and it's EXTRAORDINARILY FUCKING CREEPY but she won't say that. ] Blood wings you can fly with... it sounds like magic. [ CREEPY MAGIC. ]

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

Most people haven't...I'm the only one who can do it. [And that is something he does not sound very proud of. He is the only one in the world who has to deal with Ragnarok..it wasn't fair.]

It's not magic. I can't do magic...but I can do a lot of things with my blood.

[fourteen]

... a lot of things? What else can you do?

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

Make it into weapons...or anything sharp, or harden it so nothing further than my skin can be cut.

I'm not really in control of it though...It's mostly Ragnarok.

[fourteen]

[ so this is all Ragnarok's fault. figures. what a terrible weapon. ]

And it doesn't hurt you at all...? To have your blood used like that?

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

...Why would it hurt? It protects me.. [That's the only good thing about Ragnarok. He can't let Crona die.]

[fourteen]

I dunno! It just sounds incredible... You can't lose any blood, doing that?

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's very incredible...but if I do, I can also use that as a weapon...Ragnarok usually doesn't let me loose much blood though.

[fourteen]

... as long as it doesn't hurt you ... [ she lets it go. ] So you said you can't get the wings to work here? What about everything else?