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[binarysky]

[Roxas sounds especially annoyed and harassed today, yet rather resigned.]

Oof—hey, stop shoving—it's one of those weekends again, huh?

Hey, new people, try to be a little more considerate. I know it's confusing but some of us live here. Don't be so pushy.

So, anyone I know show up this time? [There might be one or two people he hopes will show up one day.]

[OOC: GO FOURTH WALL GO. Canonmate visitors would be especially loved.]

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[letxequalnull]

Yes, I do recall something of that nature. Although I cannot claim surprise that people are yet inconsiderate.

[So about those canonmates....]

[fourteen]

Ow-- Sorry! I was just--

[ ...... wait. ]

Roxas?

[ Have a roughly 17 year old girl with violet wings and black hair down to her shoulders staring at you, bro. ]

[binarysky]

[Oh, for—it's a good thing he's half-Disney and doesn't know many curse words, old boss.]

Not like you could feel it anyway, right?

[beforethemoon]

Maybe you should watch where you're going.

[letxequalnull]

That is correct. I see you have learned, since I was last here.

[binarysky]

It's okay, just try not to—

[And this sixteen...sev—okay who really knows—he's struck dumb by the sight of her. It's strange, because he has no idea why.]

[binarysky]

Maybe you should have stayed where you came fr—

[Blink. Blink. Woah.]

...do I know you?

[fourteen]

... Roxas? Are you okay?

[ Looking at him with some concern ... then her eyes flick to his shoulder. Over which there is a distinct lack of wing. ]

Oh! Wait, where am I? [ Spinning around. ] I thought something was strange... [ Turning to face him again. ] What is this place?

[binarysky]

Oh. So you remember.

[Whee, he's thrilled.]

I knew that much before. Nobodies aren't ever supposed to feel.

[beforethemoon]

Yeah, I think we met not that long ago... It was Ventus, right?

[binarysky]

I'm fine, just kind of claustrophobic.

It's called the City, this sort of thing happens once in a while, but it's still... [He shakes his head, as if to knock the cobwebs out.] I'm sorry—who are you, again? I feel like I'm forgetting something really important.

[binarysky]

No, I'm not Ventus...I met him before, though. A while ago.

I'm Roxas.

[fourteen]

[ That pings a memory in her, too, if her soft gasp is anything to go by. It's been years... but how could she forget that moment? When she died...

The answer she wants to give is immediate, reflexive, and awful. Nobody. I'm nobody.

But she stays silent. She's not that 14 year old girl anymore, and hasn't been for a long time. Her voice is soft when she speaks. ]

... Xion. My name is Xion. [ Her wings flutter in a nervous way. ] Um-- I think this happens sometimes where I'm from, too. Though I can never remember it when it's not happening...

[ A beat. ]

Maybe I should go...

[beforethemoon]

Long lost twin?

[binarysky]

No, don't!

[Instinctively, he grabs for her wrist—he doesn't squeeze hard, doesn't want to hurt her, but he won't let go. Can't let go. Part of him knows that if he does, he won't see her again.

But why does he care so much that he wouldn't?]

Please—just don't. I know you, right? From somewhere.

[binarysky]

Nah. Trust me, I couldn't possibly have a brother.

[letxequalnull]

Also correct. Anything else is mere delusion, although I shall not stop you from believing you can yet feel. Not today.

[binarysky]

Why shouldn't I feel? My heart's still here. Has been the whole time.

You had to know I'd figure it out eventually.

[beforethemoon]

Probably just a coincidence, then.

[letxequalnull]

Yes. Why do you think I acted as I did?

[binarysky]

I doubt it. But I don't think I'm going to figure out why we look alike unless he comes back. [shrug]

So who are you?

[beforethemoon]

My name's Isa.

[fourteen]

[ Though the look she gives him is startled and sad and uncertain, she doesn't try to pull her wrist away. Her wings flutter again, flapping hard, belying her desire to leave. But after a moment's thought, she takes a deep breath, and her wings still, too. ]

... yeah. But you're not supposed to remember. It's - it's okay that you don't, Roxas. [ She smiles a little, a tiny thing. ] It's not your fault. It's me.

[binarysky]

I never understood you before. It's not any different now.

[binarysky]

Why would it be you?

[He's quiet for a moment, thinking hard. It's like something's there, a memory of what she's talking about, but he can't find it yet. But still—he can feel it.]

Something bad happened, didn't it?