fourteen: (popsicle stick → who's to blame?)
[ Xion had poked her head outside, taken one look at the massive overabundance of people, and promptly slammed shut the door of her house.

That is just way, way, way too many people. Especially for a poppet who is still exhausted, physically and emotionally, from the draft and all that came before.

Eventually, curiosity gets the best of her despite her misgivings, and she bundles up against the cold before heading out, staring at all the newcomers with unabashed curiosity.

Something might make her pause and, in fact, go over to your character with a curious headtilt, be it because you're familiar (but you lack wings, suddenly), or because you're simply strange.

Regardless, she'll blink curiously for a moment, then pull her scarf down so it's no longer covering her mouth, allowing her to speak. ]


Hello.

[ is she talking to YOU? If so, what do? ]

(ooc; last last last SUPER last minute fourth wall post fuck yeah. OOC post to come, though.)
fourteen: (homg wut → it together.)
[ HOLY OH MY GOSH, PEOPLE! There's so many people. Xion can't help but be out and about in this influx because you are ALL SO FASCINATING and she's watching you with huge curious eyes. She'll probably be stopping anyone especially strange and bothering them, though she does say this to herself while she does it: ]

I've never, ever seen this many people before! I had no idea so many different kinds of people were out there...

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