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[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

How... Is it magic?

[This is a Xion. This is a Xion in medieval clothes. This is a Xion huddled in a corner, tinkering with the phone that suddenly appeared in her pocket, her face completely and utterly confused.

She's eight.

And has no idea what technology is.]

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[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[He's seen a few Xion's around, and all have made him miss his little sister. But none have looked as much like her as this one.]

...Xion?

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

[It starts ringing and she screams, dropping it and fleeing behind a pillar and peering at it from there. ._.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[I assume that Namine taught him about the phones and he quickly goes to turn it off before hurrying over to Xion.]

It is alright! Do not be afraid.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

Roxas!

[Strange place, strange things ;; POW right into him, you received one tiny peasant girl clinging to you.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Hugging you so much because omg omg omg little sister he missed yooouuuuu.]

It is alright. I promise.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

Where are we?

Aaaaand now I gotta go

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Wonders for a moment how to explain it.]

...You know those games you used to play? Where you would pretend you were in a distant land filled with good magic?

This place is, similar to that.

same. niiight

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

But how'd we get here?

Niiiiiight

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

Magic.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

[SHE BELIEVES IT.

Looks around warily, eying the phone again.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Moves so she can get on his back is she wants.]

Do not worry, Xion. I will look after you.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

[Brb climbing on :D]

Mm!

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[:D Stands and starts walking, making sure that she wont fall.]

So. Would you prefer a room near mine, or shall I move a second bed into my room?

[He is going to spoil her and give her anything she wants ever.]

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

How do we go home?

[She has other idea, sadly.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Sighs.]

...I am afraid, we cannot. Not yet at least. This place keeps us trapped here.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

B-but--! Mother and father--!

[Panic mode, get.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Puts her down and hugs her.]

It will be alright. I have been told that time stops back home whilst we are here. So nothing will have changed.

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

[Nods, lower lip wibbling. She doesn't like the idea of being separated from their parents, but at least her brother is here and she isn't alone.]

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Pets her hair a little, still hugging her.]

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

[N-nods up at him after a while, though expect a lot of clinging.]

[chronicbackstab.livejournal.com]

Never seen a cellphone before?

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

Um, a what, if I may pardon, sir?

[L-looks up at him.]

[chronicbackstab.livejournal.com]

That answers that question then.

It's for talking to people. Really useful if their far away or you can't find them.

Oh, and don't call me 'sir'. The name's Axel. Got it memorized?

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

Talking to people... even if they are far away? Is it magic?

... but you look older than me, sir, and my mother taught me not to be rude.

[Her mother also taught her not to talk to strangers, but here she is.]

[chronicbackstab.livejournal.com]

...Something like that. They call it technology. Don't ask me how it works, it just does. [Shrug]

Being called 'sir' makes me feel old though.