Xion (
poppetstrings) wrote in
destinystrings2013-05-21 07:48 pm
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[open] I've got no strings
Who: Xion [ou] and YOU!
Where:Oot and a boot Around!
Summary: Xion's finally not being shady, but she is quite curious as to why her body is a lot more fleshy then it should be. Also getting groceries because someone knows how to cook now!
Warnings: None.
On a nondescript park bench:
Well, this probably isn't something seen everyday! Xion has her boot off, and is inspecting her toes carefully, tugging at each one. But they don't seem to come off at all. Next is her arm, the wrist attached and... not removable. Xion's pretty enamored by this, playing with various things that she's sure should come off, but they don't. Not her toes, not her hands, not her fingers...
It's totally weird! She should be a lot more mechanical than this.
On her way back to her apartment:
Dinner! Everybody likes to eat, right? Right. So Xion has done a few groceries, not a lot! But maybe enough for a few people, should they manage to weasel their way into her apartment as well! It's only polite to offer guests food after all, right?
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Summary: Xion's finally not being shady, but she is quite curious as to why her body is a lot more fleshy then it should be. Also getting groceries because someone knows how to cook now!
Warnings: None.
On a nondescript park bench:
Well, this probably isn't something seen everyday! Xion has her boot off, and is inspecting her toes carefully, tugging at each one. But they don't seem to come off at all. Next is her arm, the wrist attached and... not removable. Xion's pretty enamored by this, playing with various things that she's sure should come off, but they don't. Not her toes, not her hands, not her fingers...
It's totally weird! She should be a lot more mechanical than this.
On her way back to her apartment:
Dinner! Everybody likes to eat, right? Right. So Xion has done a few groceries, not a lot! But maybe enough for a few people, should they manage to weasel their way into her apartment as well! It's only polite to offer guests food after all, right?

Park Bench
...Um, what's wrong?
[She's wearing a black zip-down hoodie with a fake silver chain sewn into the front. It's really sort of a poor imitation of the uniform, but she doesn't have a real one and is doing her best. Somehow, her usual pink and light blue shades just don't feel appropriate lately.]
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Oh, uhm. Nothing, don't worry, I'm fine. Just a pebble in my shoe, you know?
[She's quickly moving to put her boot back on. She feels a little embarrassed at being caught in the act.]
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[Way more direct and to the point than Nano would ever be normally, but she needs to know how Xion fits into the things she remembers from before.]
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Hey, um... do you mind if I sit down?
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[She'll even scootch over to make room for Nano.]
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Park Bench
"Do you have too many digits? Or too few?"
Meaning her toes.
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Lying like a rug. It feels bad, it really does, but it's not like she can say that she was trying to pop off her toes because she thought there were USB sticks in them.
park bench!
Okay, staring's probably a bit on the rude side, so he'll just mosey on over and see for himself.]
Never thought I'd see someone so fixated on their own hands.
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[She almost feels a small well of anger rise up when she hears his voice. His face is familiar, but it's... not the same as the person who called her a fake. His voice is also wrong. They're similar, but not the same.
He's too short, anyways. She manages to calm herself from the small well of anger.]
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Relax. I was just teasing.
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Sorry.
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[Silly Xion. He's used to people taking his teasing way too seriously.]
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[and the award for most awkward of the year goes to Xion.]
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[The awkwardness is kind of endearing, though.]
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[Well. She's poked fun at Axel and Roxas, and they've done the same to her, and she knows it's not serious. But having a stranger do it is... very odd.]
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this should be good sob I'm sorry
Xion! Are you feeling better? It's not as nice as last time, but at least you're out...
[It's only then that he really notices the odd behaviour and stops, blinking a little in confusion.]
... what are you doing?
never apologize ever ever uou
Xion staightens herself a little too quickly, and fumbles her boot.]
Nothing, sir. [a pause.] Are you feeling okay?
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[He looks her over appraisingly, as though somehow he can figure out what is going on. The black coat stands out in his mind though, he'd never known Xion to be a part of the same thing that Isa had been trying to escape from.]
I could ask you the same question. What's going on, Xion?
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You're... my superior, right? You look a lot like him. Aren't you Xemnas?
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[That's an odd, confused look for sure. This is... well, it's informative if nothing else.]
Xemnas? ...
[Oh. This happened once before... with Sora. Sora had thought he was someone else... did that mean...]
You're not the same one.
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W-Wait! Same one of what? What's going on? If you're not Xemnas, who are you?
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[He sits down on the same bench, giving her a little space.]
I'm Xehanort. Who's Xemnas?
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