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towerofanimus2013-05-05 01:56 am
attheclocktower) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-05 01:56 am
Entry tags:
And slowly, we move on
Characters: Xion and open
Setting: Graveyard Floor (Floor 48), Sewing Floor (Floor 51), Cafeteria, Floor 20
Format: Either or!
Summary: Dealing with some event aftermath things finally. Plus some other things as well.
Warnings: Probably nothing?
======= Floor 48 (Partially open) ===========
[The number of people she has to get a shell for continues to get longer. Maybe she should stop and just leave one shell for everyone. Or take turns, because she can't keep leaving shells for everyone - or even just a fraction of the people she wants to. With multiple Axels, Roxases, Fey, all of the Turks... it's just too many.
But for now, in between straightening graves and tending to gifts left at them, she stops at a few select headstones, leaving shells there. She sighs when she reaches into a pocket and realizes she's run out. So many people who've left lately...]
[Closed to Ira (OU Repliku)]
[The one plus side was that it made slipping onto the floor later, holding something in her hand tightly (something that was most certainly not a shell) as she approached Roxas's - the first Roxas, the one that had been here before her's - grave not too suspicious. She glances around nervously before opening up her hand to reveal the chip sitting inside it, given to her by Zelda.]
Maybe it's wrong of me to do this here but... I feel like you'd approve.
[At least she hopes he would. It's not like he could tell her either way.]
======= Floor 51 =======
[Her duties done (for now), Xion makes a corridor up to her room, where she picks up a book she's borrowed from the library on clothesmaking, before making a second down to Floor 51. She pulls a chair over to a table near the fabrics, casting a wary eye over at the mannequins, whom she's sworn could move when she isn't watching them. Thankfully she doesn't need them yet... though she may eventually.
She's already practiced enough to make a few different shirts and things by now. But... now she wants to try something a little different. Something bigger.
Which is why the book she's looking at is open to different patterns and varieties of sundresses. Maybe it was a bit ambitious but... hey, making clothes in and of itself had seemed ambitious a year ago.
She often moves between the table with the book and the store of fabrics, poking at the different colors. There wasn't much choice, and none of the fabric was that great, but it was still a place to start.]
======= Cafeteria (Dinnertime) =======
[It was wonderful to have edible food again. Even if food cooked by the Tower residents was better, even the mediocre cooking provided by the Tower itself was better than Jason's standard fare. However, there was a lot of it that was unfamiliar this month, especially the drinks. And Xion's never even heard of alcohol prior to now. And thus has absolutely no idea that maybe it isn't the best thing to pick up - she has no reason to believe it's anything other than something else to drink.
Thus, she takes a cup of the red wine and rosewater with her pork kebabs, marveling a little at the color of it. Once seated she takes a sip, and promptly finds out that alcohol is not at all to her tastes.
The wine explodes from her mouth in a spray of pink liquid, and she promptly pushes the glass to the other side of the table and glowers at it as she returns to the rest of her meal. What was that stuff?]
======= Floor 20 =======
[She doesn't come here as frequently anymore. Too many bad experiences, many of them involving Vanitas. But.... It's been so long. And lately.... well, to put it bluntly lately she's been feeling a little homesick. And while she could go to floor 100 and see Twilight Town for herself, she couldn't climb the Clock Tower and sit up there looking at the sunset, like she used to. She could only really do that here. And Vanitas had been gone long enough to take off some of the bitter edge to the memories of this place.
She still can't make herself go too close to the edge of the Tower though. The edge hadn't worn off quite that much. But she's still sitting
But for now, it's sunny so she can actually see the sunset sort of. The fog all around actually makes it kind of pretty, turning the whole sky pink and gold, almost like in Twilight Town. To help the homesick feeling, she has a bowl of rose petal ice cream she snitched from the cafeteria. She'll take the bowl back later, and it's definitely not sea-salt, but it'll do. It's a lot better than most of the time.]
Setting: Graveyard Floor (Floor 48), Sewing Floor (Floor 51), Cafeteria, Floor 20
Format: Either or!
Summary: Dealing with some event aftermath things finally. Plus some other things as well.
Warnings: Probably nothing?
======= Floor 48 (Partially open) ===========
[The number of people she has to get a shell for continues to get longer. Maybe she should stop and just leave one shell for everyone. Or take turns, because she can't keep leaving shells for everyone - or even just a fraction of the people she wants to. With multiple Axels, Roxases, Fey, all of the Turks... it's just too many.
But for now, in between straightening graves and tending to gifts left at them, she stops at a few select headstones, leaving shells there. She sighs when she reaches into a pocket and realizes she's run out. So many people who've left lately...]
[Closed to Ira (OU Repliku)]
[The one plus side was that it made slipping onto the floor later, holding something in her hand tightly (something that was most certainly not a shell) as she approached Roxas's - the first Roxas, the one that had been here before her's - grave not too suspicious. She glances around nervously before opening up her hand to reveal the chip sitting inside it, given to her by Zelda.]
Maybe it's wrong of me to do this here but... I feel like you'd approve.
[At least she hopes he would. It's not like he could tell her either way.]
======= Floor 51 =======
[Her duties done (for now), Xion makes a corridor up to her room, where she picks up a book she's borrowed from the library on clothesmaking, before making a second down to Floor 51. She pulls a chair over to a table near the fabrics, casting a wary eye over at the mannequins, whom she's sworn could move when she isn't watching them. Thankfully she doesn't need them yet... though she may eventually.
She's already practiced enough to make a few different shirts and things by now. But... now she wants to try something a little different. Something bigger.
Which is why the book she's looking at is open to different patterns and varieties of sundresses. Maybe it was a bit ambitious but... hey, making clothes in and of itself had seemed ambitious a year ago.
She often moves between the table with the book and the store of fabrics, poking at the different colors. There wasn't much choice, and none of the fabric was that great, but it was still a place to start.]
======= Cafeteria (Dinnertime) =======
[It was wonderful to have edible food again. Even if food cooked by the Tower residents was better, even the mediocre cooking provided by the Tower itself was better than Jason's standard fare. However, there was a lot of it that was unfamiliar this month, especially the drinks. And Xion's never even heard of alcohol prior to now. And thus has absolutely no idea that maybe it isn't the best thing to pick up - she has no reason to believe it's anything other than something else to drink.
Thus, she takes a cup of the red wine and rosewater with her pork kebabs, marveling a little at the color of it. Once seated she takes a sip, and promptly finds out that alcohol is not at all to her tastes.
The wine explodes from her mouth in a spray of pink liquid, and she promptly pushes the glass to the other side of the table and glowers at it as she returns to the rest of her meal. What was that stuff?]
======= Floor 20 =======
[She doesn't come here as frequently anymore. Too many bad experiences, many of them involving Vanitas. But.... It's been so long. And lately.... well, to put it bluntly lately she's been feeling a little homesick. And while she could go to floor 100 and see Twilight Town for herself, she couldn't climb the Clock Tower and sit up there looking at the sunset, like she used to. She could only really do that here. And Vanitas had been gone long enough to take off some of the bitter edge to the memories of this place.
She still can't make herself go too close to the edge of the Tower though. The edge hadn't worn off quite that much. But she's still sitting
But for now, it's sunny so she can actually see the sunset sort of. The fog all around actually makes it kind of pretty, turning the whole sky pink and gold, almost like in Twilight Town. To help the homesick feeling, she has a bowl of rose petal ice cream she snitched from the cafeteria. She'll take the bowl back later, and it's definitely not sea-salt, but it'll do. It's a lot better than most of the time.]
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Maybe.
If not in the most vaguest sense of the word.]
Well, I was going to see if you were doing 'better' since the last time we saw each other, but... [Yeah. He kind of mad about that, but mostly at SCIENTIIIISTS.] ...Why seashells?
[Call him curious.]
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Once... back home... there was a time when Roxas couldn't wake up... and later a time when I couldn't. [she pauses, fidgeting a little with the chip in her hand, but not quite letting it become clearly visible.] During both those times, each of us left shells for the other, by their pillow.
I guess... it's what I give people when they mean a lot to me... and I'm worried about them. And want them to be okay. [And finally, very quietly] ... and miss them.
[She pauses again, visibly unhappy] I'm... I'm sorry. About what happened. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I tried to get myself somewhere else. That's all I could do. But... by the time I even knew what was going on...
[She'd already hurt him. Given the fact that he was whole now, he may have even died, because of what she'd done.]
I know it doesn't change what I did though. I'm sorry.
[He doesn't seem to hate her for it, but she could understand if he did.]
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Ah. So that's why.
He shakes his head, doing all that he could (and failing miserably) not to roll his eyes. Seriously? It'd been over a month and she was still holding that against her? He hadn't even been around that long!]
Tch. Still upset about that? [But then, real thi- Riku still seemed upset by what...happened...
He quietly flicks a seashell over, smirking faintly.] I'm not mad. At least, not at you.
[It was kind of funny, though. Because while she looked a lot like her, maybe even had a bit of guilt complex too, it... wasn't hard for him to see how real her emotions were. He kind of wished that he could say the same for him outside of his anger.]
So just let it go, alright? [Sob, why does he suck at teh werdz?] ...You know. You didn't keep these very organized.
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If... you're sure...
[He may be sure, but... she isn't. She probably won't be for a while. Even if she wasn't in control, she still remembers it. Still feels the way her Keyblade went right through his arm, holding him down and attempting to s-
No. No she couldn't think like that. She needed to focus on now, not then.
Thankfully, his segue, while not the smoothest, does provide a distraction. A reminder of the shells she's leaving. Maybe... maybe it's a silly guess, but... she gets the feeling he knows what she's hiding. She... hasn't exactly done the most expert job.
With a sigh, she pulls her clenched hand back out, drops the chip she'd been hiding onto the ground, and presses it there, where it disguises itself. From there, she pulls the shells over where the spot is, careful to conceal it as much as possible.]
They're not supposed to be.
[It's a pile, silly]
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[As positive as someone who is normally very negative can get. fer srs.
He chuckles a bit at her reaction. Still, it likely wasn't the shells he was talking about.]
I know, I know. [But then he leans in a bit to whisper:] Though if I were you, I'd practice sneaking around a bit more. Especially if you don't want to attract unwanted attention.
[What would have happened if Ganondorf or the others caught her instead?]