fourteen: (!! → that that was a whole)
[ Today, you are having a perfectly normal day. Perhaps you are on your way to the battle dome. Perhaps you're walking home along the path. Perhaps you're in the middle of town. Or perhaps you're heading further north.

If you're anywhere along this meandering south-to-north route, a young girl is going to slam into you at a full tilt. She's very sorry; she didn't see you there. But she's got this sense of absolute panic she can't quite shake, and she wants to get home right this moment.

In her disorientation, she has, of course, forgotten she can access magical portals of darkness. Forgive her; after all, she spent rather a long time here without them! And who wants to be messing about with the forces of darkness when they are too panicked to think straight?

Anyway, she may slam into you so hard that you both fall over. Or maybe she'll just knock you off balance. Either way, there is now a very startled, dazed, and still somewhat panicked teenager staring at you with wide eyes. She's barefoot, and her dress is dirty, but she seems otherwise alright. What will you do? ]
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: (address → do I disappear?)
[ Xion definitely opened her journal with a purpose, but somewhere along the way she got distracted. She can be heard in the background making quiet, frustrated noises. Seems like she's struggling with something. With a final huff of irritation and a surprised "oh!", she seems to recall that the journal is there. ]

Um, does anyone know how to make jewelry...? I'm not having a lot of luck. I probably should have asked before I started...

Oh well. It's at least better than what would have happened if I'd been affected by that weird experiment last week... [ a quiet laugh.

also, this is added in a few minutes later. ]


Repliku | Locked 80% )

(ooc; just throwing this up here. tags likely to be slow.)
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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