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[an odd thing is happening in one of the common rooms. shards of crystal are raining down from the ceiling like hail, like shooting stars racing toward the ground and collecting on the floorboards to form the figure of a crystallized individual. no damage is done to the dressing room during the shower aside from the delivery of the dark haired girl encompassed by the icy glass.

with her eyes closed and body still as the dead within its casing, she appears to be sleeping innocently. but not even a minute after the girl has formed on the floor, there is the subtle sound of breaking in the crystal as a crack begins to form where the girl's fist rests at her side.]

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[ A girl covered in crystals? Well, that's something you don't see every day!

...Naturally he's gonna investigate. ]

[his light is a catalyst. the crack runs instantaneously up the length of the girl's body when "sora" nears, branching out into hundreds of other breaks. the crystalline chassis lights up so brightly that it's impossible to see the features of the figure within it anymore.]

[ What an interesting predicament, especially with the memories of the little doll flooding back into his mind the moment he noticed that crystalline form in the area he just arrived in. He was meant to return to the World That Never Was, but it looked as if the show just started. So, he decided to stay and watch the finale, perhaps ask questions that needed to be answered.

For example: Where was he? The lancer wasn't supposed to be here, it wasn't the destination in mind.

A corridor of darkness opened behind him, he snapped his fingers immediately for it to close as he waited for the rest of the glass to shatter. He needn't call out his spears, no? ]

[while the spears might speed the process, the icy blanket's shattering is inevitable now. there's no stopping it. so in a few minutes' time, it is covered in cracks and seems to have accomplished a great feat simply by remaining on the girl when it lights up with an extraordinarily bright light.]

[ Tsch, Light. He was once honored under it, but now he was considered banished from such a beautiful thing. Perhaps it would even burn him like fire. He lowered his eyelids just slightly because the brightness was blinding. Now, Xaldin was patient, and he waited for the girl to falter or react to the area, to his presence. ]

[the girl absorbs those fragments and the light with them so that the brightness subsides to reveal her again, this time without the crystal casing to protect her. she lifts her hand to clutch her chest, memories of roxas and axel playing in her head. they've forgotten her, but she'll remember them.

opening her eyes, she pushed herself up to lean back onto her elbows while looking from side to side to survey her surroundings. it's not at all what she'd imagined sora's heart would look like... and there's xaldin. she remembers him too, but what's he doing here?]

Hello.

XIV.

[ This, Sora's heart? What a laugh. He was never meant to be connected with the boy, and without his own heart he never will. Xaldin bent forward just slightly because he wanted a closer look, a sharper inspection. It could be another illusion, just as she had been made to become.

She looked the same, as she was forged to be when there was no trickery. ] You live once more, I see.

[that's right. she's number xiv... what a joke. still, she responds to the number, not moving from her seat on the ground.]

Where am I?

[because this doesn't feel quite right.]

Had I the answer to that, I wouldn't wonder why you breathe again.

[ But then, Xaldin was a curious man. He wondered where they were as well, and that would require the ritual was for every new world they visit: recon. Considering she just woke up, he took the opportunity to scan the area first -- and there was a door.

He headed for it. ] Come.

[you really do remember me, don't you? naminé said that everyone would forget me...

xion begins getting up unsteadily, pushing herself onto her feet just to fall back to her knees. she tries to recollect herself before xaldin notices, but she's still weak.]

[ Why believe a witch that can manipulate memories? For all you know, she's lied to you from the start.

It was easy to notice the weak, the unfit and the dying, or those that were. He's had more than ten years of training. ] What ills you now?

[ He grabbed the door handle, opened it -- ]

[very few people haven't.]

It's nothing.

[but her body feels like it's taken a real beating—and it did right before she arrived here. this puppet was built to last, though, so watch her force herself to her feet before casting a curaga spell on herself.]

What do you see?

[ He doesn't answer yet nor does he believe her, but he'll let it go -- what he won't do was forget it. ]

Something mundane. [ A regular hallways. Unfamiliar, but regular... with more of the exact same doors down the way. The look was boring, but with the way they arrived, with her revival, this was definitely no ordinary place. Xaldin headed forward to investigate, and he expected Xion to follow suit. ]

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