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[seasaltblues]

[There's a new face among the Dressing Room. On the floor in the room that simulates Never Was, mind you, and unconscious. Which is probably a good thing considering fragments, blue in color, are still collecting, creating her form. Most of herself has been retained by then though. All that's left are her legs and they'll probably recollect before anyone draws near. Her hood is up, but the small frame makes it pretty obvious who it could be for anyone who would know her.]

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/pushes reset button on this derp

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is already kind of lost and confused, being new here, and now... he doesn't remember the girl (she was a girl, right?)'s name, but something tells him she's important. As important as the world.

He stands stock still, staring at Xion's unconscious form. Give him a minute here, the memory will come back to him.]

8D Oh hai~

[seasaltblues]

[That minute is given, alright. It takes her a little while longer to come to. And even as she does, her mind is hazy and lost. She doesn't move right away, simply trying to pick up all the floating pieces of thought and memory.]

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

Xion?

[He sounds so uncertain, like he's worried he got her name wrong. Which he is.]

[seasaltblues]

[That voice. As soon as she hears it, everything seems to rush at her at once and she suddenly finds herself clutching her head with a sharp intake of breath. Cradling it carefully as the memories refit themselves. Memories of ice cream socials and laughter atop the clock tower. But sad ones as well.]

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[It's all coming back to him too, slowly. Roxas just stands there and tries to make sense of it all.]

[seasaltblues]

[It's about that time. That her memories of him finally snap together. And after that jarring moment.. She's slowly trying to stand. To get away. He knows who she is. So, she knows what will have to be done... right? But she was so certain that they just went through that! She.. She couldn't do it again.]

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

Xion, wait!

[He's not sure what's going on, but that's not going to happen again if this derp has any say in it.]

/late

[seasaltblues]

[She pauses at that shout. Because it feels like the plaza all over again. Once was hard enough. Dealing with this again? Could she really do that to him?

But it was for the best, wasn't it? This was to protect him. From what she was.

Xion stands there, not moving. But not looking back.]

/also, sorry

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

[runs to catch up with her]

I think we need to talk.

It's cool~!

[seasaltblues]

[For a moment, his words are greeted by silence. She doesn't turn to face him. But she doesn't run again. Her shoulders slump slightly though. Her fingers curling, then uncurling.]

Roxas... I can't... I shouldn't be here.

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

Xion...

[It's hard to argue with that, but (now that she exists again, so he can remember) she's his friend.]

Where is "here," anyway?

[Okay, dumb question. She got here even more recently than he did.]

[seasaltblues]

[It may have been dumb to some, but Xion didn't take it that way. She-- actually felt pretty awkward herself.]

...We're in Never Was, aren't we? [Because he was certainly implying otherwise. Still not moving. But not looking back.]

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

That's where I thought I was going but it doesn't look like it...

[It's not gray enough to be Never Was. Roxas moves to stand in front of her; all this not looking is bothering him.]

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[Making a far-less serene introduction was another Nobody, a Roxas in particular. But rather than the serene and almost fairy-tail-esque materialization that newly forming Xion was experiencing, this one seems to literally appear from nowhere -practically falling from the ceiling and hitting the floor with a resounding thud.

The young man draws breath again as he groans, slowly propping himself up with that familiar and never pleasant sensation of pain evenly spread over his body. As the world slowly came into focus and that run-over feeling gradually subsided Roxas found himself quite surprised to be somewhere other than his Somebody's inner world.]

Ooou...

[To his surprise, he found himself dressed in his Twilight Town attire and then compounding things was the realization that there was a robe-clad shape nearby that was seeming to piece itself together nearby.]

What the?

[seasaltblues]

[It's not long after he's realized the figure on the ground that the rest of her finishes reforming. For a moment, his surprise is simply answered by silence. He might even have thought her dead if circumstances were different. But he should recognize that coat. And with that coat might very well be an automatic registration. Nobody. And nobodies fade when they die. Nothing remains.

But whoever it is now seems to be stirring. A soft moan escapes her. But for the moment, she's still making acquaintances with the floor. Her mind fuzzy, muddled. Everything's just... noise while she tries to gather herself together. Nothing makes sense. But then what is sense even? She's still even trying to decipher that... and this... and all of the mess that is overwhelming her at the moment. Her head hurts but she doesn't even know what that is. Then she does. Doesn't.

Slowly... Slowly everything's coming together though. Making sense.]

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[He watches the figure in the coat intently, his mind going back and forth on what he should do. Apprehension was wrapped around his gut like a serpent, the height and build was all wrong for Axel -that immediately ruled out the only person that wore that coat that he didn't have something against. Well, Demyx wasn't so bad... just lazy and pretty easily bullied by just about anyone but him into doing whatever they wanted.

Of course the sad truth was that said bullied tasks just usually ended up getting passed onto Roxas, who would just give up and do it himself just because Demyx would run off before he could argue or protest properly.

So that left him with just someone from the Organization that he just couldn't remember laying there on the floor in front of him, looking about as dazed as he felt. Uncertain of just how they might react, his paranoia got the best of him. Moving quietly and shifting around behind the mystery person on the ground, he summoned Oathkeeper to him in a flash, but didn't bring it to bear.

Ready to retreat into a defensive posture, he narrowed his eyes as he closed within striking range.]

You look kind of dazed. But don't move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?

[seasaltblues]

[That voice. The familiarity itself seemed to snap her together. Not everything. But enough of her that her hands seek her head with a gasp and she rolls slowly onto her side, curling into the fetal position. Her mind overflows with thoughts and memories. Of days at the clock tower, ice cream, and that fond smile that always made her divided between being comfortable, happy... and being sad due to the inevitable.

But she knows that voice. The name of the owner. It takes a second. She's still out of it. And she has no idea what he even said. It's impressive enough that she even registered it in her state. But slowly. Softly.]

...Roxas?

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[He couldn't place it and yet somehow it sounded familiar. Oathkeeper clattered to the floor and vanished as soon as it had appeared while he found himself drawn closer to the curled up figure. His curiosity was overwhelming his apprehension and paranoia. The idea that whoever this person was knew him just didn't add up and yet... there was that feeling as if he'd heard that voice before. He just couldn't understand why he felt that way or where they might have crossed paths.

Cautiously, he inches closer, his hand stopping before he could seize the hood and draw it back -instead posing a simple question, his uncertainty clear in his voice.]

Who are you?

8D; I'll leave it up to you with what he sees for the lawlz

[seasaltblues]

[Who are you?

That question.

'Who are you... again?'

The memories suddenly seem to snap together in one go and it's emphasized in her sudden hitched breath. But this-- This was-- He was--

She quickly tries to find her way to her feet. Tries. But she's not used to having her own again. And it's obvious. As soon as she grounds one and tries to push herself up to stand, her balance goes crooked and she falls back to the ground. And with that, her hood falls back before she can stop it in her mess of sudden panic.]

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[He skitters back a few steps, finally clamoring to his feet as he watches the hooded figure do the same. And then rather anti-climatically, he watches as it tumbles over. That apprehensive feeling was rather quickly bleeding away as he was gradually sizing this stranger up as being about as threatening as dalmatian puppy.

The weird feeling that he'd heard their voice before wasn't doing a great job of reminding him to keep his guard up either.

As he walked over to get a better look at their face, he hesitated a moment when he first caught a glimpse. It was Sora, wearing an Organization robe, but that didn't make any sense. Questioning his grip on reality, he blinked once, feeling even more unsettled when it looked like Kairi. One last time, he blinked again and shook his head, starting to genuinely worry that he was losing his grip on reality.

And then the image stabilized; it was still a girl and while she bore a certain resemblance to Kairi, the hair was different and there were some differences in the face. Curious, he blinked again, finding that her appearance didn't shift again. That whole bit of the incident left him unsettled and he was honestly feeling like he'd very much like to push the memory aside.

Against his better judgment, he approached again, this time from the front where she could easily see him. With a resigned smile, he offered his hand to her.]

Can you stand?

[seasaltblues]

[She glimpses up at him. Fear evident in her eyes. She has no idea what he sees. Whatever he sees though, he makes no comment on. Which means it's not someone he recognizes... right? She's not sure. Her mind is still muddled. Her eyes appear glazed with heightening panic. His attire confuses her even more. What is this? Where is she? If she's back, doesn't that mean--

No.

She couldn't face him like that. Not again. She looks at the hand he holds out. Almost like-- and then she does take it. But only for a quick second to give her the leverage she needs to throw herself onto her feet and into a trot away from him. Stumbling, almost trying over herself. Following a disoriented zig-zag pattern.

She had to get away.]

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[The whole situation suddenly turned confusing when he saw that look in her eyes -he recognized that fear, it was strange, but the way her eyes looked back at him was like he was seeing something else play through his mind. Trying to remember was giving him a mild headache, but it wasn't a matter he was able to contemplate for more than a few seconds at most.

Despite her expression, he thought that he might have been able to learn something once she'd grabbed his hand, but it seemed that no sooner did he feel her hand around his, she was off in a flash. And clearly not doing too well where her balance was concerned.

Roxas felt a surge of determination, wherever he was now and whoever this girl is, he just had a feeling he couldn't suppress that he was afraid to let her leave his sight. He started to give chase, after a couple steps finding that his sense of balance was only slightly better than hers and he wouldn't nearly be effective at giving chase.

Derp is as derp does, he tries anyway. In finding a half-decent center of balance, it quickly dawns on him that the trade-off for keeping his footing in his disoriented state is that he's not as quick or agile as he normally was. As loathe as he was, he figured he'd have to play dirty and hope that she didn't hurt herself.

He gave enough of a chase to get close to her, hoping that his next move wouldn't be over-doing things. His hand outstretched, he found that feeling was responding flawlessly to him.]

AERO!

[He called out, whatever processes that actually materialized the spell responded to his order and immediately a knee-high whirlwind leaped from his hand and touched to the ground, immediately racing after the girl at breakneck speeds.]

[seasaltblues]

[She had been in the middle of turning a corner when he had called out that spell. Xion barely caught a glimpse back at him before she suddenly felt the surge of wind come up from behind her and sweep her off her feet. She hit the wall with a sharp bang, a yelp escaping her lips as she did.

And then she was slumping down against it. Her head aching even more from the impact she had just suffered. Her vision blurring again. She fought it as best as she could-- couldn't stay here. Couldn't make him suffer all over again. But her head felt too heavy. Too much in too little time. She fell away into unconsciousness again, crumbled under the weight of everything.]

[notquiteanobody.livejournal.com]

[He screeched to a halt as he watched the whole scene. For Roxas, it seemed as if it was playing back in slow motion and almost the instant he saw that miniature whirlwind, the whole plan just didn't seem nearly as sound as it had at conception.

His eyes went wide as he saw her go flying and somewhere in the back of his head, there was a part of him that regretted never having learned anything about whatever scientific laws Vexen probably knew that would've helped these things. Not like that ice-cold jerk would've done anything more than belittle him for somehow not knowing it by some magical means on his own. Still, he really wished he would've been able to predict just how this sort of thing would play out before actually following through.

He flinched when that sharp bang seemed to echo through the room, rushing over and hoping to at least catch her before she might've stumbled and fallen to the floor. Somewhere to his relief, she just slumped down the wall. Not like that was much better.

Instinct kicked in though as he hastily slipped his arms around her, drawing the mystery girl down so she was laying on the floor, propped up in his lap. Some part of him just couldn't help but to find all of this so strangely familiar.]

Hey! Come on, wake up! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean for that to throw you at the wall!

[seasaltblues]

[At first, it seemed she wouldn't be coming around for a while. The crash had seemed pretty nasty from first glance, of course. But as he persisted in his shouting, her eyes twitched. And then her head was lulling from side to side as if she was shaking off the impact.

Until, finally, big blue eyes sparked open. It might have been strange for him. They did appear very similar to a certain boy's. But otherwise, her appearance shadowed two other girls he had crossed paths with. For a moment, she just stared at him. Afraid. Melancholic. But frozen in place.

Hadn't she just seen him off? Hadn't that been the end? ...It must have been as she finally registered the clothing that he wore. But then... How would she... Namine said... She was at a loss of what to say. What to think. What to do.]