[open] I'm Nobody, who are you?

[mnementomori]

Characters: Xion and anyone who encounters her wandering the Gardens.
Date: 3/20, early afternoon onward
Summary: Xion has been hit with a wildcard while out gathering more dirt for her tram system.
Warnings: will update if needed.

Xion was lost.

That wasn't right. She knew the Gardens like that back of her hand, she'd been here long enough. Even with new scenery always popping up, she was able to keep track of it. But the tall spire of the Clock Tower was nowhere to be seen, despite the fact that she was just out in the dunes collecting sand. She clutched the bucketful she was carrying tightly, stopping to look around again.


[ooc: as an amplification of her usual weird changing appearance, the wild card effect will cause her to take on the appearance of someone important to the one looking at her. The full extent is up to you: who she appears to be, whether her voice changes, whether they look male or are a female version, whether the illusion wears off once they figure out it's Xion. Have fun with this!]

Comments

they also talked once on Sol's return post o/

[dragoninstalled]

When Sol received that reply, though, her neutral expression faltered just faintly. She blinked, once, and she couldn't help but let her brow furrow slightly in confusion. That voice... It wasn't Aria's. It took her a moment to place it, but-- "...Xion?" Her lips pursed together, then. This... "...Yeah, looks like it."

[ ooo: Here! ]

thanks. @_@ whenever I start going through old posts looking for something I get sidetracked!

[mnementomori]

Xion paused, trying to process that reaction. Sol hadn't recognized her? Her chest felt tight for a moment.

"Y...yeah, it's me...is something wrong?"

Surely it was just the difference in the shape of the Gardens messing with their perceptions? Or maybe her cloak? She reached up to fiddle with the beads hanging from her hood nervously.

np!

[dragoninstalled]

"...Maybe." She hesitated just slightly, her expression smoothing out again as she debated just how much she should say. A second later, she settled on, "You don't look like yourself." There had been a moment where she wondered if this was another effect of the changes the Gardens had been undergoing. But Xion had still recognized her, so...

[mnementomori]

There was a silence, and her eyes widened. After a moment, she looked away, unable to keep eye contact.

"I...I don't?" Xion clutched her hands to her chest, feeling her shoulders. Nothing felt different... "Who...who do I...why is this happening again?"

[dragoninstalled]

"Again?" She almost set a hand Xion's shoulder in a very understated gesture of sympathy, but then it occurred to her that probably didn't even look the correct height now. Attempting to do so would just end with her clutching at empty air, more likely than not. So, instead, she tried to make her voice softer as she said, "This place is playing tricks now."

[mnementomori]

"It's not," she started, then stopped for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts despite her nervousness. She hadn't wanted to run away and hide so much in a long time.

"It's...me," she forced out after a strained silence. "I don't always...look like I should. I don't know why...! But it...it's always been someone that makes sense before..."

[dragoninstalled]

"Ah." The noise was as understanding as it could be, given the circumstances. Regardless of whether or not any of this really made sense to her, though, she made no attempt to pry. If Xion wanted to explain, she would, or so Sol figured. "...You look like someone I knew a long time ago."

[mnementomori]

"I'm sorry--" It spills out without a second thought, and she bows her head. Even after spending so much time with Sora, after all they'd been through, she still felt the need to take the blame. Even if she couldn't help what she was made to be.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories, or anything. But I don't know how to make it stop."

[dragoninstalled]

For a moment, she didn't respond, simply watching Aria-that-was-Xion bow her head. The whole situation was frankly bizarre, and Sol had no real idea how to handle it. Eventually, she folded her arms over her chest and sighed, doing her best not to think about how surreal and disconcerting it was to talk to Xion with Aria's face. "Don't apologize." Ignoring this issue of painful memories entirely, she asked, "Is this bad?"