it was crazy [open]

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Characters: Jill Half-a-Prayer and whoever finds her
Date: January 19th, afternoon
Summary: Jill's still adjusting to being alive again, near the center of the Gardens. Interact with her?
Warnings: None I can think of.

Jill still didn't know what to think of this Gardens, or the voices that she heard speak to her when she had spoken to them. She had watched the video logs, read the written words, and still felt as mystified as ever. This Queen, she had yet to show her face, and the people felt caged. It was the leader's duty to take those concerns and form them towards the better, and none of that happened. Again, power led to abuse. Yet there was a thin line of hope, if she was simply confused. Mad people were easier to work with than pompous ones.

She stretched out beneath the tree, looking over at the claw. She could still remember the pain of having it chopped off, no anesthetic for a criminal. The way they whipped her in public, the people silent in respect. The gunshot sound. Yet she breathed. She felt no scars on her back. Whatever had pulled her from the brink of death had also taken the courtesy of healing her wounds. And they'd given a nod to her self-image; if the claw had been replaced with an arm, she doubted she could have used it anymore. It was too much part of herself.

Shutting her eyes, she took long deep breaths, which turned into humming, then soft singing. Was she...happy? No. But calm.

"...So Cally flew high/On umbrella wings/Kissed his love good-bye/Sailed into the sky/And flew into the land of Horrible Things..."

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[mnementomori]

Xion stumbled out from the mouth of a cave, breathing hard. She sat down immediately on the grass outside, letting her Keyblade disappear. The monsters didn't seem eager to follow her outside, which was a relief. They weren't anything like the Heartless she was used to fighting--her weapon did very little, especially because it was difficult to get close to them. She'd finished a few off with magic, but it had drained her strength quickly.

She'd finally given up on being stubborn after a few hours, and retreated. So far, no sign of the friend she was looking for. She was hungry, thirsty, tired, and her arm stung where a creature's claw had slashed her. Now that she was feeling calmer, she attempted casting a Cure spell. The green light at her fingertips flickered briefly, then vanished; it had done nothing more than stop the bleeding. She was too exhausted to manage a stronger healing. Plus, she felt dizzy...best to just rest for a while.

The girl glanced around; this was a different place from where she'd entered the caves. She recognized it vaguely from her previous forays around the Gardens, so it should be easy enough to find her way back to where she'd come from. She fingered the tear in the sleeve of her coat ruefully. She couldn't just get another one. She should have been more careful.

As she got to her feet again, her frantic heartbeat finally slowed to a normal rate, she heard a sound. Faint, but unmistakable, the sound of singing. The voice was an unfamiliar one, and she hesitated a moment before following it curiously. Peering around a tree, her hood drawn up to hide her face, she spotted the singer.