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[ou] naminé

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Characters: [OU] Naminé and anybody who finds her/her Shadow.
Setting: All over the tower
Format: Up to you
Summary: Naminé's shadow is running around... being nice to people? For the most part, anyway. (Watch out, she's kind of emotional.) Still, this is probably going to get awkward once the real Naminé catches up to her. / Yeah, it gets messy.
Warnings: Emotional Shadow, denial, Shadow Boss Fight and all that entails.

[NORMAL MODE]

[Naminé - or at least someone who looks exactly like her - appears to be in a very strange mood today. Every little thing seems to effect her; one second she's smiling fit to put the sun out of business and the next it looks like rainclouds are what she'll be replacing. The longer she spends on her own, the more distraught she seems to get, but since she appears to be seeking out anyone she(?) knows or recognizes, chances are she'll remedy that problem soon enough. Anybody that's ever met Naminé is likely to be mercilessly hunted down and... smiled at? Whatever the reason, she seems to be very happy to see anyone, anyone at all, but especially the people that she's already met before, and even more so the people she's formed more proper a friendship with. So, anybody that she sees will likely be accosted upon discovery by a very cheerful young lady. (Careful, though - she's liable to be very sad if she's not treated well.)]

[The real Naminé will be searching the tower herself, trying not quite frantically but about as close as she gets, to find her double. Passersby may be accosted by this Naminé as well, only this one appears to be consistently grim and concerned, and she's looking for information regarding the location of her duplicate.]

[BOSS MODE]

[Whoops. So apparently, someone had trouble accepting that this strange person wandering around was part of her - not only due to her own issues with denial but also because come on, how could she trust something like that in this particular Tower, infamous for screwing with people as it is?]

[Floor to ceiling, it seem like everywhere you look there is a giant mass of chains, shifting as though they're alive. In the center of it all is the Shadow Naminé, held aloft by those chains. Clothed in a dress that seems to go on forever, she's draped head to toe in white fabric. The bottom is loose and flowing, the ends cut in a pattern of semi-circles. The front is short enough for the ends of her toes to almost show, assuming she has them, but the back forms quite the train. The middle and bodice are the only things that seem to be tight, and quite tight at that; in combination with the bottom and the long, flowing sleeves that repeat the pattern of semi-circles but go so far past her hands as to totally obscure them and hang off, flying about with her motions when she makes them, she almost seems too thin in the middle. Veiled as she is, the only part of her skin that shows is the space between her nose and about where the line of the real girl's dress usually is. The Shadow's skin is just slightly paler than its counterpart's, though her lips and cheeks are darker, more noticable and expressive, almost, despite the fact that her eyes are obscured. She's almost reminiscent of some the lesser Nobodies, with their wasp waists and strange limbs and flexibility and their apparent lack of eyes, only what's underneath seems almost disturbingly human, for such a creature.]

[It'd likely be hard enough to get to her with just the chains everywhere, but what's worse is that she also seems to be making use of Corridors of Darkness. Fortunately for passersby, she only seems to be interested in attacking Naminé, both with the chains (which the girl is doing her best to block with Reflect, though she'll soon tire at this rate) and with less obvious means. This is also a clash of similar powers, powers over the mind and heart; at first it is visible only in Naminé's apparent distraction, but as time goes by and the battle gets more intense, something about the whole area just seems wrong, like it isn't quite real. Those who are sensitive to such things may notice a fairly terrifying amount of magical/psychic energy that just keeps building up.]

[Those who choose to interfere will find that, unless they attempt to attack her directly, the Shadow Naminé will not attack them. She will say things to discourage them from doing so, but only if they persist to the point of injuring her will she actually fight back. Mental attacks on those susceptible include attempted memory removal and causing intense headaches and/or hallucinations, but the real Naminé will be doing her best to block such things with her own influence. Aside from that, there's the kind of stuff that Naminé will not be able to help much with, like direct attacks from the chains. For the most part, such attacks will be limited to attempting to restrain the interloper and/or cast them into a portal and send them to another part of the tower, usually a benign one where they will not be injured but are nevertheless removed from the fight until they can get back to where it is, should they choose to return. Actually attempting to hurt someone will only happen if they have repeatedly damage the Shadow Naminé and will be limited to attempted knockouts with as little permanent/fatal injury as can be managed.]

[Needless to say, Naminé is going to need some help.]

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What's up?

[That was sudden. He wonders what's up with her.]

[She turns to face him, smiling, though that smile is a strange one. Her hand squeezes his, very lightly.]]

Thank you. For everything. It was... nice, getting to spend time with you. So even if I don't always say it? I'm glad you're my friend.

[And that sure is the real Naminé that just came up the stairs behind them.]

[He's not sure why she's telling him that, but he feels his face heat up a bit. He's usually not used to people outright telling him that.

But he can kind of guess why she might have brought it up. He turned to look at the direction of the stairs out of habit. Oh.]

[And she giggles, very quietly, at him. When he turns, she turns too, just enough to look her Original in the eye.]

[Said Original is frozen next to the stairs, somewhere between distress and shock.]

[Dave looks at both of them. He knows at this point that the one he's been with was her Shadow.

But...he didn't obviously want to make the first move.]

[The real Naminé raises her hands slightly, but lets them fall, not certain how to proceed, especially after she's realized they were holding hands.]

Dave--

[It's anxious, but she gets the feeling he already knows.]

[Yeah. This is kind of awkward. Like being caught doing something you shouldn't have with their twin.

Except it's technically...part of her? God, he really is getting tired of all of this.]

Yeah... [Uhm.] Hey.

You--

[She stops suddenly, mostly because her Shadow has started to move, letting go of Dave's hand, passing him with a smile and a nod his way, and stepping over toward her Original.]

[Dave doesn't say anything, but watches. His grip on his sword tightens though. Just incase. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now that the two were confronting each other.</small.]

[It's very unclear indeed, at first, since they appear to be staring each other down, expressions completely opposite each other; the real Naminé is distinctly frowning while her Shadow is smiling. Naminé is... understandably distressed, and even more so because her Shadow has seen fit to engage others.]

... Why are you doing this? [She knows the broader answer to that already, but that's not what she means.]

Why not? You know as well as I do that we don't want to be lonely. I was lonely, and I wanted to see them, so I fixed it. You can fix it too, if you'll only try. We don't have any reason not to, after all.

[Whatever she's talking about, that last part definitely had a pretty significant meaning, if the way the real Naminé frowns harder, her brow knitting, is any indication.]

[Dave just really hopes this doesn't escalate too badly. He's glad if it does, he's around, but hey. It would be pretty awesome if it didn't end terribly. But, haha, Animus and things ending not badly. That's a laugh.]

Naminé?

[He's not sure if he should interrupt though.</small.]

[Naminé looks like she might respond when he speaks up and she stops, both her and her Shadow turning at the same time with a,]

Yes?

Yes? [... At least their expressions are different. Does that make it any less weird?]

[Oh god damn it. He should have expected this considering that they're both technically her! Hindsight is twenty twenty as usual.]

What's going on...?

[It's actually weirder because they have different expression. Dave is used to there being multiple people on the account he's seen himself plenty of times.]

[Whoops. Well, at least this time it's different; Naminé's response get cut off by her Shadow's,]

I'm trying to help myself realize some things. Things I was afraid to accept before.

[Naminé looks very much like, if she were the type to, she'd tell her Shadow to shut her mouth.]

[Dave feels like he shouldn't have said anything.]

Yeah, ok. Cool.

[He's going to not try and stop either of them at the moment. It seems safer this way anyways. He doesn't know what he'd do anyways.]

[They both regard him for a moment, then, frowning, the real Naminé says, directed at her counterpart,]

It's not that I'm afraid. What you're saying-- it doesn't make any sense...! How could I possibly-- [She stops suddenly, and perhaps when she glances over at Dave very briefly it's obvious that she's censoring this, somehow, for the audience.] ... do what you say I can?

Does it have to make sense? All that time, you wondered, didn't you? If it was true? But you had to believe it, because if you didn't, you'd never have made it, or been able to do what you had to do.

I--....

When has what we are ever made sense? Even from the beginning, we weren't supposed to 'be' at all, and yet there we were. I don't have to ask if it makes you wonder, because I know that it does. I am you, after all.

[Dave doesn't say anything, just listening. He doesn't know what they mean or what they're talking about, and he wants to know, but he isn't going to pry. Mostly because this seems fairly delicate and he didn't want to somehow ruin it by saying something again.

He didn't know what the shadow meant, but it sounded like she wasn't supposed to exist? Which would be something he didn't want to think about considering he liked that she was here.]

[Naminé would half appreciate the interruption, even if she's distressed that he has to see this at all.]

You can't be--! You have to be something the Tower created...! You're not--

Be careful what you say.

-- me.

[... Oh. She's done it now--]

[Oh wait. Shit.]

Namin-! Fuck.

[He kind of just runs towards the other because hell if this weren't going to end messily now.]

[TOO LATE and she remembered herself too late, clamping a hand over her mouth.]

[It DOES look like it's going to end messily, and before he can get anywhere near what's going on there are... chains sprouting out of the ground?! They obscure the Shadow, effectively making it possible to find or reach her, at least for the moment, but something is definitely going on, and more and more chains just keep appearing, from up near where the staircase goes to the next floor as well.]

[The real Naminé knows enough to start backing up, at least.]

[Dave glances around them. Fuck. This is like the brief stint with Link, except he feels like this won't quite end so tamely as it had before.]

Naminé? You know what's going on? [Because he sure as hell doesn't. His knuckles are white from clinging to his sword so tightly.]

[This particular Shadow appears to be quite powerful, if the still growing number of chains is any indication. ~~Kind of makes the real Naminé look kind of suspicious, since she doesn't SEEM all that powerful herself.~~]

[Part of her is relieved to not be alone, but the rest of her, the larger part of her, is horrified that he has to be here for this.]

-- I've made a mistake. I'm sorry--! I've made her angry...!

[Dave isn't going to judge, but this kind of makes things a little difficult for the both of them.

He kind of maneuvers himself to get closer to her.]

I wasn't any better, so don't worry too much about it. [He's not going to fault her for kind of messing up. That would make him kind of a hypocrite.] I think we got our work cut out for us though.

[She can't help mentally berating herself for such a stupid slip-up, so she's probably got the judging covered.]

[She turns enough to peer at him, but tries to keep an eye on where the Shadow was before. She falters, then,]

Dave--... [She's not sure it SHOULD be an 'us'.] ... I think maybe you should go, while you still can...!

[Which may not be for much longer, because it seems the increase in chains is slowing, but all the ones that have already appeared are still very much there and many of them are moving, almost as if alive.]

[Dave isn't sure where to keep his attention. The moving chains are really making him uncomfortable, to say the least.]

Naw. I think I'll stay. What. You're gonna do this by yourself?

[Even if he trusted her to take it on by herself, he would hate himself if he went and ditched her. That's just something he wasn't gonna do.]

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