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[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ Stumbling through the door, this cloaked figure was quick to holding their hood to their head with one hand as the other swept out to summon a keyblade and knock several of the many Heartless away. As soon as that weapon came out, the hordes thinned out, disappearing into the shadows and retreating into the door, where it slammed shut.

Glancing about from beneath the hood, the figure silently started down a hallway. ]

(( Had a thought, I should probably give warning about Days spoilers in here. ))

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[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Xion?

[At least... he thinks it's her. Well, only one way to find out. As such, Roxas is going to follow!]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ The figure paused at the voice calling, looking back.. but upon seeing who it was, that hood was drawn tighter and the pace was increased. ]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Hey, wait up!

[He'll match that pace, trailing close behind.]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

Stop following me! [ That voice sounds a little too boyish to be Xion, but it was laced with plenty of concern. ]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

... Xion, what's wrong?

[It sounded kind of like--]

It's you, isn't it?

[Certainly not another Roxas, that's for sure.]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

I'm not.. me anymore. [ Outright runs now. ]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

What d'you--

[He doesn't understand, but now Roxas is flat out worried. even if she isn't his Xion, he considers all Xions to be his friend. Derp, and he's stubborn too, so watch as he picks up the pace yet again.]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ This one doesn't know where they're going or where they are even, but that hood is kept up as if it were the entire reason Xion is running in the first place. Skids around a corner and crashes into a door that was suddenly opened, getting knocked flat backwards and clutching a poor abused forehead. ]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

[...Well, that's no good. He'll scurry up to Xion and come to a stop close by, looking down with a frown.]

Hey, you okay?

[aetheriae.livejournal.com]

[... organization person. ....with a Keyblade.

hi, this girl Sora is very confused.]

--h-hey, wait!

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ The figure turned its head, and actually stopped at seeing who it was. Though it was only a pause since the figure looked away then, dismissing the keyblade and making an attempt to leave again. ]

[aetheriae.livejournal.com]

[sorry, Xion, she's following, curious. Why do you have a Keyblaaade.]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

Do you need something? [ That voice might sound familiar, if the girl Sora had met her male counterparts. ]

[aetheriae.livejournal.com]

I was...

[she recognizes it! and it throws her off. a lot.]

...wondering why you had a keyblade.

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

What would you say if someone asked you why you had a keyblade? [ The figure stopped again, waiting. ]

[aetheriae.livejournal.com]

Uhhh...

I dunno. That it chose me?

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

I see. [ A very weak smile could be seen, the hood back just enough to see the lower half of a face. ] Mine's fake.

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

[Oh well hi me in more ways than one but I don't know that yet but can tell it's her.]

'Lo?

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ Glancing from beneath the hood, all this Xion is guessing is that this is Sora. Without saying anything, turns to walk away. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

Woah! Hey wait a second!

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ Nope, going to keep walking. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

I said stop! [chases after and grabs the other's shoulder]

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ Turning quickly when the shoulder was grabbed, blue eyes were peering from beneath the hood with a frown in them. ] What do you want? [ This voice is more boyish than one might have been expecting. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

[Well that is... not Roxas voice so obviously] I just wanted to check something. Turns out you were exactly who I thought.

[imitationsky.livejournal.com]

[ Looking away then. ] ... [ Slips out of the grip on shoulder and starts to walk away. ]