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[ There is a girl in the village plaza who looks rather out of sorts as she sits on the ground, legs out to her sides, in a random sort of spot. She is kind of blank-faced as she stares at the other passers-by, with only a hint of confusion in her brow to betray how she's feeling.

Though it might be hard to see her face clearly under that short cape she's got on. It's black, with silver tassels. And though she's trying to watch what's going on around her, at the same time, it's like she wants to hide. But then, why isn't she moving away?

Maybe it has something to do with the carton of eggs on the ground next to her.

Though it probably has something to do with the fact that she now has white wings for arms. Can't really pick up a carton of eggs when you don't have hands, can you?

So the strange hooded girl with the feathered arms, at a loss, will just sit there for a while trying to figure out what to do.

God help you if you step on her eggs, though.

"'Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. 'Why are you so different from the others?' And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him.

'Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?'" ]

(ooc; The Ugly Duckling, everybody. And yes, the pic is just a reference -- her feathers are actually white, not brown, and she's not wearing any other pieces of that costume. Cape, bird arms, and then her normal clothing beneath.)

Um... hi. [ She feels a little awkward, not knowing how to begin -- but she softens it with a laugh. ] It's been over a week now ... I wanted to thank everyone who's been taking care of me, and everyone who's come to see me at the clinic! It made me really happy. [ A beat ] And look, I'm even outside today!

[ She turns the journal away from her and holds it up. Anyone who cares to look will see the jewel blue sky and a few tree canopies creeping into the edge of the frame, from where they overhang the path. There is a quiet laugh as she does it -- and a murmur of "you dork," both from a male voice. Xion's own quiet response is to laugh, and return gently, "I am not!"

It's been getting better, doing things with her hands. Her whole right side is still sore, but it's come a long way from the hideous, blistered mess that it was the night of the fight. It's a little easier to use her left hand ... her wrist and her shoulder are still healing too, but they're easier to handle. Thank goodness for being ambidextrous, right?

Slowly, she lowers the journal back down, taking care so she doesn't accidentally close it. As a result, the journal catches a glimpse of [Bad username or site: cakeblocked title= @ livejournal.com] standing beside her -- probably the source of that laugh and comment. But then it's just Xion again, smiling. She seems pretty content, even despite the fact that she's still recovering. ]

... it's a really nice day out, today.

[ She looks up at the sky again, pausing briefly. And then her expression clouds, and becomes a little more serious. And just in case -- if he is back, if he would hear it -- she'll filter this. ]

( Locked FROM Vanitas | 100% )

Although... if anyone's seen Vanitas, if he's back ... [ Her eyes narrow. Not in anger, not in concern, but ... a quiet, vaguely troubled thoughtfulness. Yes, she knows ... what happened to him. ] ... I'd just like to know.

[ The other voice pipes up again. "Ready to go?" And the feed, for now, cuts off.

They'll be making their slow but steady way to the village plaza, where Xion, tired from the trek, will end up parked on a bench while Luke gets some food for them. Feel free to bother them at any point along this route -- he'll be supporting her and helping her walk with an arm around her waist. You could catch them on the way back to the clinic too, but, well, by then, Luke might be carrying Xion, and she might well be dozing in his arms. ]

[ Today, you are having a perfectly normal day. Perhaps you are on your way to the battle dome. Perhaps you're walking home along the path. Perhaps you're in the middle of town. Or perhaps you're heading further north.

If you're anywhere along this meandering south-to-north route, a young girl is going to slam into you at a full tilt. She's very sorry; she didn't see you there. But she's got this sense of absolute panic she can't quite shake, and she wants to get home right this moment.

In her disorientation, she has, of course, forgotten she can access magical portals of darkness. Forgive her; after all, she spent rather a long time here without them! And who wants to be messing about with the forces of darkness when they are too panicked to think straight?

Anyway, she may slam into you so hard that you both fall over. Or maybe she'll just knock you off balance. Either way, there is now a very startled, dazed, and still somewhat panicked teenager staring at you with wide eyes. She's barefoot, and her dress is dirty, but she seems otherwise alright. What will you do? ]

[ There is a creature in the plaza.

Though initially it hid behind the clothing shop, it seems to be venturing out now, just slightly ... looking for an opening to sneak away.

Can this creature summon portals on its own? Xion does not understand it, this body. She has seen these things before, of course, but to BE one? It's strange and terrifying. She'd known before, when she had Sora's face, felt it, but ... hadn't that been an exception? She'd tried -- right now, she couldn't even talk. And she could feel it. This wrong face, this wrong body, not hers. The only thing that might mark her, right now, is a curious (possibly cruel) artifact the Malnosso let her keep upon her return. Around the creature's neck, on a chain, is a ring. Xion does not seem to have realized it is there. She has rather more important things on her mind, after all.

Turned into a Dusk. The one threat Xemnas always turned on his members should they become unruly. She'd known. But how... he's not here! She'd only been taken for a night at most. How could the Malnosso....

What is wrong with her?

Should you be about in the evening, you may see this creature trying to rush, twist, and dart its way back to house 14 in that odd, swaying way Dusks seem to move.

But be careful if you run into her while you're out -- she just might turn into someone else entirely. ]

(ooc; all replies will come from

aboysface, and probably tomorrow, as I am heading to bed. |Db)

[ ... this is going to be short and sweet. it tears at Xion's heart the tiniest bit to do this -- it always hurts, doing this -- but if there are others who don't yet know ... they're owed this, aren't they? ]

... in case anyone-- friends of his, I mean ... if you hadn't heard yet, Naoki was sent home.

... I wonder who's going to take care of the New Feather stations now.

[ GUESS WHERE SHE IS? That's right, That One Bridge next to house 14. After all, she associates this place with Naoki as much as anything. It hurts a little, but ... it seemed like the right place. ]

(ooc; yes I know on the heels of my last post but it needed to go up! however, tags tomorrow after work. also this will have been posted on the 19th to avoid MORE RAIN. so much rain.)

[ There is a girl in the woods west of the village. She's unconscious, and wearing a New Feather dress, so it'd be easy to mistake her as part of the crop of new kids.

However, she is anything but new to this place (and new to showing up wearing things other than what she ought to be wearing gosh darnit), and when she comes to, she will sigh, quietly, under her breath. She wakes up groggy and feeling extremely tired, oddly, so she won't bother trying to go anywhere on her own just yet. It is, thankfully, not cold today. However, it is pouring rain, which is also just her luck. So she will curl up at the base of a tree, trying to get shelter from the worst of it, and reach for her (slightly soggy) journal. ]

This has got to stop happening...

( Luke | Locked 100% )

Hey. Sorry I just disappeared like that. Um... can you come pick me up? And bring a coat? Or an umbrella, or something...

[ The first voiced bit, before the filter, was sort of murmured to herself. Now she addresses the journal directly, figuring she's got at least something of a wait ahead of her. ]

Hi, guys. Can anyone tell me what I've missed? Or maybe just how long I've been gone. The draft had only been over for a day or two when I got taken, I think...

Is everyone okay?

[ Of course, Ven and Vanitas are immediately on her mind, but she doesn't say that outright. She also doesn't know about who's left... and who's arrived. She's not aware there's been a new feather cycle at all! Someone ought to get her up to speed.

a day later, in the evening, an additional filter is added to the post. ]

( Richard | Locked 100% )

Hey, um ... I ... wanted to talk to you.

[ Today is a big, big day for Xion. Though she'd planned to do ... what she's about to do ... from the start, her original plans had never included the journal. Not on Valentine's Day!

But strangely enough, she seems to have forgotten there's any inherent risk to using the journal today... and since it's such a big day, she wants to be positive she'll catch him. So early in the morning, before school, she'll toss this filter up. ]

( Filtered to Luke | Locked 100% )

Hey, Luke...? Could you meet me outside after school? I have-- um... I wanted to talk to you.

[ She'll leave it at that, and not wait for a reply -- or even look for one later. It's too nerve wracking! Instead she'll fidget herself through her school day, doing something rather unusual for her -- paying exactly zero attention in all of her classes. She's a little too busy playing out in her mind all the ways this can go horribly, terribly wrong.

... and maybe, just maybe, the one way it can go right.

Yes, today is a day Xion will be making repeated and valiant efforts not to blush.

Anyway, after school, true to her word she'll be waiting not far from the entrance to the building, fussing with the bag she's got strung over her shoulder. She keeps reaching into it, to fiddle with something in there... but she doesn't take that something out.

She looks very nervous, and a little flushed. Do feel free to bother her. ]

(ooc; HEY GUYS - EVENT MUSIC! SING ALONG!

ps this post will require sending time and space off a cliff but that is totally okay. will get to backtags slowly, hooray for next two days off! happy valentine's day!!)

( Sokka | Locked 100% )

( Aqua | Locked 100% )

( Sanji | Locked 100% )

( Luke | Locked 100% )

[ Xion is out of the house today. Mostly because it's become almost impossible to stay there. She hasn't slept for more than a handful of hours since Vanitas attacked -- three days ago. She's so exhausted she can barely stay on her feet, but better awake and moving than a sitting target.

Who could sleep, knowing that at any minute someone stronger than you and your friends could break into your home and kill you whenever he wanted?

It's this question that drives her to address Luceti at large, once she's got herself settled on the railing of That One Bridge. Hey, it's like right next to her house and she wanted to sit on a bridge, so sue her. ]

( filtered AWAY from Vanitas and Saix | Locked 100% )

What would you do if you didn't feel safe in your own home anymore?

[ and this is to say nothing -- not a damn thing -- of how she feels about Roxas right now. He had no excuse -- what defense could you give? -- and Axel almost died -- for what? Why? Why had any of this happened? Does she blame Roxas, for extending the invitation, or Vanitas, for taking it? Even if she had something to say to him, she couldn't -- he hasn't been home in days.

It's a very numb Poppet that's sitting on that there railing, swinging her legs and staring at the water below. Please interrupt her thoughts -- for they are very grim ones. ]

[ Xion had poked her head outside, taken one look at the massive overabundance of people, and promptly slammed shut the door of her house.

That is just way, way, way too many people. Especially for a poppet who is still exhausted, physically and emotionally, from the draft and all that came before.

Eventually, curiosity gets the best of her despite her misgivings, and she bundles up against the cold before heading out, staring at all the newcomers with unabashed curiosity.

Something might make her pause and, in fact, go over to your character with a curious headtilt, be it because you're familiar (but you lack wings, suddenly), or because you're simply strange.

Regardless, she'll blink curiously for a moment, then pull her scarf down so it's no longer covering her mouth, allowing her to speak. ]

Hello.

[ is she talking to YOU? If so, what do? ]

(ooc; last last last SUPER last minute fourth wall post fuck yeah. OOC post to come, though.)

[ The moment the experiment ended, and Xion found herself once again in the body of a teenager, one single thought had occurred to her with absolute urgency and clarity:

I have to get out of here.

And so she had, taking the time only to grab some warm articles of clothing before bolting out of the house and north, into the woods.

Once safely out of sight of the village, she'd searched idly for a while until she found a tree she could climb up into, then done just that, settling herself back against the tree's trunk for a long, desperately needed Think.

It's about three hours later when she finally pulls out the journal she'd managed to grab on her mad dash out the door and address a few people who ... well, she needs to talk things over with. ]

( Sanji | Locked 100% )

( Naoki and Richard | locked 100% )

( Wolfwood | Locked 85% )

( Crona | Locked 50% )

( Giles | Locked 100% )

[ once her filters are done, Xion will continue to chill in her tree for about another hour, pondering her ring-less hand and severely depleted charm bracelet. then she'll make her way down and into the village, though she won't go home. She'll swing by the Straw Hat house to see if anybody she knows is in, then head into the village proper, wandering aimlessly and obviously avoiding home. feel free to run into her anywhere in town ... however, she'll be particularly evasive of anyone in the KH crew, especially Riku and Roxas. She will bolt if she sees either boy. Sorry, guys. ]

(ooc; of course, backdated to the end of the event!)

[ Xion had walked into the clothing store in the village square as her normal self. Just a sixteen year old Poppet picking up some warmer clothes for winter, nothing new.

She darts back outside just a minute later, looking deeply bewildered and rather ... different. For one, she's suddenly three inches taller than she was a moment ago, and somehow her hair has grown to hang a good four inches past her shoulders. Not to mention she seems to have filled out that teenage body of hers. This is definitely a woman, one who seems to be in roughly her mid twenties.

Considering she was just in the clothing store, she's dressed rather impractically for the weather in loose, flowing black pants and a black camisole. It's an outfit more appropriate for working out in... and given the bow she has in her hands and the quiver of arrows on her back, it looks like that's what she was just doing.

An arrow is now nocked on that bow as she stares around in growing alarm, before her eyes narrow in thought and frustration. Down goes the bow, and the arrow goes back in its quiver.

Give her a moment or two, and she'll have darted back into the clothing store to grab a coat before heading to the fountain, bow once again over her chest, reading her journal as she goes.

When she speaks, her voice has changed a little, too -- it's only slightly lower, but somehow she just sounds older. ]

This isn't... this isn't the Luceti I was just in. Just a second ago it was summer, and I'd been... it doesn't matter.

[ this young woman is frowning rather severely at her journal, her mind obviously working a mile a minute as she thinks. ]

... is there something strange going on? Can anyone tell me when this is? What year is it? Something doesn't seem right.

[ there's a pause, now, and a little bit of anxiety as she proceeds. ] ... is everyone still--? ... dad? Axel, Roxas? ... Riku?

[ unconsciously, Xion raises a hand, pressing her fingers to her mouth in worry and in thought. The observant may notice that there seems to be a plain gold band around her ring finger. Surely that can't be a wedding ring? She'll drop her hand before you can get a closer look, though. ]

Please, tell me what's going on.

( ooc notes )

(edit; WHOOPS I just realized there's a bit of a time discrepancy in some threads, as to what time of the year it was when Xion was poofed back. :|a gonna just handwave it. sorry!)

( private | locked 100% )

( Richard | Locked 50% )

( Sanji | Locked 100% )

( filtered from Vanitas and Saix | Locked 100% )
... my friend Longshot was teaching me archery before he went home. Since he left... I need a new teacher. Would anyone else be willing to teach me?

[ added about half an hour later: ]

Jale, Crona, how are you two settling in? Please tell me you stopped falling in the fountain, Jale.

[ also, not long after she makes this post, she's going to go looking for Axel. she needs her less paranoid canon BFF right now. maybe he can help shed some light on everything that's been going on... ]

(ooc; maybe a few tags tonight but most will come after work tomorrow. o/ will mark for any BBS spoilers, also. edit; okay, yes, bed! spam away you crazy kids.)

[ Xion sits down to make this post in her room, quietly unhappy about it, but knowing she has to persevere. He wouldn't want her to be sad, she knows it.

She'll have to find a new teacher.

But Xion finds she just can't sit still, and rises, speaking as she moves down the hall. ]

For anyone who knew him... Longshot has...

[ then she notices something. Sora's door is slightly ajar, and the inside of the room...

as if entranced, Xion slows, then moves towards it, giving a gentle push. ]

Gone ...

[ it's empty. the room is empty, completely bare of any sign that Sora was ever there. ]

... home.

[ and that's it. Xion has lowered her journal, giving an upside-down view of the wall through the journal's camera as she stares at this empty room.

it takes a moment -- a long, numb, endlessly empty moment that may go on for two or even three minutes -- for Xion to sink to her knees. only then does she finally, slightly, come back to her senses. she adds her final statement in a voice that, while even, is just barely above a whisper. ]

And ... and Sora ... Sora has also ... gone home.

[ if heartbreak had a sound, it would sound like her voice. for anyone who replies to her over the journals, it will be some time before she responds. housemates will likely get to her first. ]

[ Sometime during the night, the Malnosso robots dumped Xion off where they'd picked her up -- square in the middle of town. There and gone, quick as you please, leaving an unconscious girl behind.

However, she quickly comes to, stirring blearily and slowly sitting up. ]

Where....?

[ And then her eyes go wide. Something looks ... different. At this time of night -- or morning, really -- the sun is only just barely starting to come up, turning the sky a deep, dark blue. It's just light enough to see by, but can't properly be called morning yet.

And in this mock twilight, Xion sees that Luceti suddenly seems horribly familiar yet bizarre at the same time. She sits stunned for a moment, unable to process what she's seeing, then looks over her shoulder at the fountain.

What she sees makes her yelp. ]

Whoa! But that's... what is... no way! I'm still in Luceti, right? But how...

[ This is too strange. Xion locates her journal, conveniently nearby as always, and immediately starts talking into it, too curious and excited to really stop and care about the fact that she just got back. ]

Axel! Roxas! Are you guys awake? Have you seen the town yet? It looks -- it looks so much like Halloween Town! I thought I was actually there when I woke up...

[ Xion looks away from the journal to stare in wonder around the spooky town. Finally, she stands, a smile spreading across her face. ]

I wonder what all this is about...

[ Another pause. Then Xion gives another abrupt shout of surprise and drops her journal, unable to stop herself from exclaiming aloud ]

What am I wearing?! Are these... are these bunny ears...?

(ooc; this, ftr. also, she happens to be covered in bruises, which is much more apparent with all that skin bared. she'll be noticing it belatedly in threads instead of here in the post proper. don't worry; at least she didn't feel any pain, right? :|b

ps this is going up more or less in real time, at 6:30 in the morning or so.

also will be getting to tags here and on her last post when I actually get home from work. /RUNS)

[ Xion is actually out and about in the middle of town, in the middle of the day, when they come for her. She drops her journal -- and her poor groceries -- with a frightened shriek when she spots them, her scream clearly recorded as her journal falls open on the ground. She doesn't try to run from them, though. She simply cowers back, shutting her eyes as they swiftly grab her and spirit her away with rather alarming quickness.

Anyone listening over the journals might have been able to hear her whispers of "not again, not again, not again..." just barely picked up by her abandoned journal before she was whisked away.

For those watching... well.

Just another day in Luceti, right? ]

[ Xion spends a long time thinking about how to write this post. Once she turned big again, she-- well. It happened rather suddenly, and while she was sleeping, too! And then she had to go change because the bitty clothing didn't really fit her teenage form all that well.

She'd noticed immediately that Allen was gone, too. Her worry had been intense until she realized he must have returned to normal before she did and gone home. As it was still the middle of the night then, she'd tried to fall back to sleep after that, but ended up waking quite early this morning without having gotten much sleep. So now she's just staring at her journal page, lost in thought about the last week and how to talk to everyone.

It's the thought of how she butchered all those names - "Tara," "Oki," "Aksel," "Ahka" - that gets her to laugh aloud. Once she realizes the journal recorded that, she just thinks the hell with it and starts talking. ]

That was ... a pretty interesting week, last week. I'm not sure if I should say sorry or thank you to everyone who spoke to me and helped take care of me. [ she laughs again, quietly. ] For everyone in the house, I'll take care of chores and clean up for a while, okay? I owe you guys!

Anyway, if you happened to see a little girl and boy in the center of the village about a week ago, would you mind speaking with me? That little girl was me, and, um... I guess I'd like to get to know everyone I was just meeting for the first time for real. [ hee. ] And I want to thank all of you for your help. Everyone was really kind!

Oh, but... Allen, I'm guessing you weren't new anymore than I was. When you see this, could we talk?

[ after that's done, Xion bundles up slightly against the cooling weather and heads out. ~~Somewhat to avoid Riku.~~ .. okay, mostly to avoid Riku. They had A Moment in the middle of town after everyone ended up there naked, and she's still not sure how she feels about it. Her very clear memories of clinging to him when she was tiny also stay with her, and she needs time to think.

So she's going to head to the bakery to get breakfast, then settle on a bench somewhere with her journal and her thoughts. Feel free to run into her anywhere on her walk across town.

She will add this about an hour later: ]

( Chopper | Locked 50% )

(ooc; this would have been in the journal sometime early this morning, just for reference.)

( Filtered To Longshot | Locked 80% )

Hey, are you free today?

( /filter )

[ after a certain devastatingly awful conversation, Xion's had a lot to think about in the days following. She's been offered so much different advice by so many people that by now, frankly, she just feels confused and tired. What she could really use is a break -- just some time to think to herself and try and sort it out on her own.

So she turned up at the barracks fairly early this morning, bow in hand, intent on practicing quietly. On doctor's orders, she's got a splint on her arm, and it's making things a little bit harder -- but she plows ahead anyway, steadfastly nocking arrows, pulling back, and letting fly at a target she managed to scrounge up.

She's gotten pretty good.

Feel free to bother the girl with the arm splint and the bow. Just don't get in her way -- she'd prefer not to accidentally shoot anybody today. ]

(ooc; forward-dated a bit to tomorrow morning. like, a sane time of morning.)

[ After yesterday's downpour, a nice change from all that heat, today sees a much calmer, steadier rain. It's peaceful, somehow, quiet and fresh in that way the world always is after a storm.

And it is to this gentle rain that Xion will awake, with a quiet gasp picked up by the journal at her side. There's a moment of silence, then, as the girl gets her bearings, finding her surroundings not at all familiar. Waking up in the plains right at the foot of the mountains will do that, to a person who's never been out that far.

Xion takes in all of this in a very dazed sort of way. She's alive. Again. For the second ~~third?~~ time. When by all rights, she really shouldn't be. Not at all. Feeling the rain on her skin, the ground beneath her body as she pushes herself up into a sitting position -- there is something vaguely wrong about all of this. ]

Oh. I'm... back. [ she sounds underwhelmed, and maybe the tiniest bit surprised.

Spotting the journal beside her, she picks it up without opening it and hugs it to her chest, standing and tilting her head back to stare up at those imposing mountains, obscured by mist and low-hanging clouds as they are. She breathes deeply, once or twice-- ]

I'm back. [ with feeling, now. rather on purpose, so that anyone listening to their journals can hear her. ] I'm back...

[ Finally she actually opens the journal, intending to seek out her friends, but looking at it ... makes her pause. For a long moment she just stands there, staring down at the page as the rain soaks the paper. She made them fight her. She hurt them. All of them, and strangers besides. And she remembers it all, with a clarity that makes her wince. It was wrong, horribly wrong. How could she have ever done such a thing, made such a selfish demand of them? Can she even face them now, having forced them into a situation like that?

Choosing instead to say nothing, she holds the journal loosely in her arms and looks towards the forest -- towards home. She's wondering, in all honesty, if she can ever really face them again. Her wings flutter with her anxiety.

Someone find her, or talk some sense into her, and bring her home. ]

(ooc; forward dated to tomorrow in the late morning.)

[ Without any warning, a short, sharp shriek of fear is going to be transmitted across the journals. It's followed by dead silence, and a few whispered words too quiet to be picked up on.

A moment goes by in silence, wherein Xion notices both the room's other [Bad username or site: perplex_me title= @ livejournal.com] and her journal at the foot of her bed. Her voice is shaky when the journal picks it up next, and she's both addressing anyone who heard as well as Roxas. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- it's -- I'm okay.

What's...

[ She could have sworn she saw him, just as she awoke. Right out of the corner of her eye, like some monster from her nightmares. It would be impossible to mistake that blue hair, those impossibly cold eyes... but there was no one there. Not to mention her dreams of the past few days haven't exactly been nightmares, so much as... ]

--Sora! Sora! Where is he?! [ very upset Poppet is very upset and isn't sure if she's really yelling this at Roxas, or at the whole universe. ] SORA!

(ooc; her voice replies will come a little bit after this entry is actually made; her thread with Roxas will chronologically come first. tags might be a little slow because there is a cat sleeping on my arms.)

( Axel, Roxas, Riku, Repliku | Locked 92% )

[ After certain incidents with flaming trees and that message from Sokka, Xion has decided to go off for the day to work with Nala, with [Bad username or site: valorandwisdom title= @ livejournal.com] as body guard. It isn't hard for her to get in contact with the spirit -- especially since she's already familiar with healing magic from her own world. Xion ends up spending hours in the woods just outside the village, seemingly enjoying her time with the friendly spirit, a soft green glow occasionally enveloping her hands and arms. Sora stays nearby, just keeping an eye out.

Anyone who happens to wander around that way might not recognize her, at first. That is, she isn't wearing all black for once, as she's pretty much always done since the day she was born. Not only that, but she isn't even wearing pants.

Before you get any funny ideas, she's wearing a dress. This dress, to be precise, a thing she found in the clothing store and decided to try. It was mentioned to her a long time ago that she should try dressing like a girl (thanks Roxas), so well ... she's trying.

But it embarrassed her so much to wear something so ... silly ... that, well, she's taken her training outside of the village in hopes no one would see her, save Sora, whose presence was a necessary sacrifice of her ~warrior dignity for the sake of safety.

Please find her and make fun of her. Or make her blush. Though the two aren't mutually exclusive! ]

(ooc; stealing the commenting style of this post. |D Sora and Xion will be tagging with separate threads, which will be happening at the same time. Feel free to IM me or shoot me a PM if it's confusing.

also, backdated a bit to a couple of hours after Moro's kidnapping, aka the 16th. the voice portion of the post would have been made an hour or two before she went out, so replies to that would come before she was out training. also ksjdfa sorry for being scattered/slow, will be back on the ball tomorrow!)

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