gotosleep_idiot | November & December Test Drive Meme

[It's strange. This feels different, yet familiar at the same time. He finally gets his equipment off and laughs, shaking his head. He lost, of course, but he was slowly improving.]

Hey. How's the pizza?

That's okay, Ten, she doesn't need you to know the song. She stops humming it when she sees that look on his face, and she smiles reassuringly.

"Why do you go right to the banana rotting from the inside out? Before that happens, it gets turned into banana bread!" Says cheerfully.

"I love a good story!" Death beamed a smile at him, putting her hands behind her back. "I know you have some good stories. You should tell them more." She gave him a little wink.

"And lighten up, too! Adventures are supposed to be fun, not so serious. Those are only quests!"

Kim blinked and turned, biting back a snort. Really, he had her there. Angel Grove had really no influence beyond, well, Angel Grove.

"I suppose you've got a point. More worried about when I get back."

[It's kind of nice, just seeing people have a good time, relaxing, losing or not. And it's nice to socialize almost normally.]

Not the best but it's greasy and cheesy. So it's great for just relaxing.

She was so confused when she woke up, but at least she woke up somewhere that was nice. Nice in her book, that was. A beach was the perfect place for her to be, somewhere that felt nice. Felt a little like being home, in some way that she couldn't place, but that she wanted to. Filled with all of these memories that weren't her own.

"Do you think that it'd be okay to stay here?" Xion asked the seashell she held in her hand, like it had all the answers. She didn't realize there was anyone else around, lost in silent contemplation.

"I miss everyone though. Axel and... Roxas..."

Aeon had gone swimming that morning, to see if there was anything interesting living underneath the water. When she surfaced, she had a handful of strange-looking seaweed, and company on the beach.

"Hello," she said, swimming in until she could touch bottom again, and wading back onto the sand. She shook the seaweed out, and gave it an experimental nibble. Hm. Salty. Chewy. Not too bad.

"You look sad, little beauty. What's the drag?"

Xion watched the woman, who she did not know, come out of the ocean and come over to her. There was a moment where she felt like she would have to flee, because Nobodies were taught to do reconnaissance, and wasn't that what she was supposed to be doing?

But no, not here. She didn't have to do that here if she didn't want to, she thinks. Except there might be other Organization members here, and she needed to be careful. She just didn't know, so what she did, instead, was stay where she was, but bring her knees up to her chest, as if she could make herself smaller.

"I'm not sad. Nobodies don't have emotions." Xion said quietly, because that's true. You can't have emotions if you don't have a heart. And she didn't have one. Even if maybe she did feel... something.

"Why are you eating seaweed?" She was curious about that part. It didn't look tasty at all.

"Then we'll have to have fun and make up for it." Aeon smiled, running alongside her. This was good, having someone to do things with. Usually, all her curious explorations were solitary, and the only opinions she discovered were her own.

She wasn't really familiar with restaurants, either - ah, the curses of living in a dystopia. There was a grocery with rows of vegetables in carts at the front, and she paused to look them over.

"What about here?"

The beach anywhere was going to be one of his favorite places. He never understood why people thought that cats hated water. He loved water. Water was where you got fish, after all! He trotted along looking for someone to help him out. When he saw the girl he gave a feline grin and walked right up to her. Then, if she didn't stop him, the small orange cat would jump up onto her legs and start walking towards her face.

Clef had been looking for a place to practice his water spells when he saw a familiar jacket. He smiled and headed over. "Ah, Demyx, I have not seen you in some time. How is the new heart working out for....." and that was when he was close enough to realize his mistake. "Ah, my apologies."

Clef himself was shorter than Xion, looking all of ten years old. He also looked like he dressed in a grown up's halloween costume bin, wearing a huge cloak with a hood that was so oversized it only served to make him look younger. The staff he held was taller than he was, and was as covered in gems as his clothing was. He stood on a spit of ground, grass and all, trapped inside a sphere of magic that surrounded him like a slightly visible pastel soap bubble.

"You're not nobody," she replied, crouching down next to her. "That would be impossible. If you're here, you're somebody, aren't you? With a name. And thoughts, and questions."

She pressed a gloved finger to Xion's forehead.

"As for the seaweed ... why not? I was curious."

Sora may not be staying at the beach house anymore, but he still makes excuses to visit the beach whenever he can. Which usually ends up being just about every day because, hey, he really likes the place, for obvious reasons. That and a few friends live out in the East and all.

So it makes it pretty easy to spot a new face hanging around the area. He vaguely recognizes the design of the coat but, honestly, he doesn't let it bother him for very long. Whoever this is, they're obviously a new arrival and probably pretty confused as a result, if the conversation with a seashell is any indication. Not that he'd be entirely surprised if seashells on Nautilus could talk.

Well, least he can do is offer them a hand. He plops down in the sand a couple of feet away without any pretense, gesturing at the seashell in her hand. "Tell you anything cool?"

The last thing Xion expected was for a small animal to jump onto her legs and start making its way to her face. No, she didn't expect that at all, and she had a chance to choose between fight, flight, or freeze.

In this moment, she froze for a moment, before blocking with her arms so the cat couldn't get right up into her face.

"Um... what are you doing? You need to stop and stay right there." She said, uncertain at first but ending on firm. She just assumed that it was a random animal, and maybe it was weird to talk to an animal, but what else was she supposed to do?

Wow had Kaylin ever gotten lost this time. **** it. The woman was not at all dressed for the beach. It was hard to tell what she was dressed for, odd as she was. The boots very much did not fit, being heavy souled combat boots, with some dried blood splattered on them. Her pants were torn at one knee, showing the padding under, and were also stained with dried blood.

She wore a long sleeved white linen shirt with buttons on the sleeve that looked like it could use a washing. And desperately needed ironing. Over that was a leather shirt, then chainmail, both seeming in need of care. And who knew that chain could even bunch like that? Over all of it was a tunic in blue and grey with two flying hawks on it. One was sewn as part of the tabard, in gold thread. the other was a patch of brown and gold beads applied over her heart.

The wrinkled tabard was held in place with a broad belt that held a dagger on either hip, as well as a nightstick, ties, two pokeballs, a small pouch and a waterskin.

Her hair was so ragged cut it made Xion's look neatly trimmed, and was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail held in place by a gnawed on stick. She had a fading bruise over one eye, and on the other side of her face was what looked like a tattoo of a plant, deadly nightshade. A small creature was curled in her head, napping. A tiny flygon.

On one wrist was the only thing she wore besides her daggers that did not look like it was in need of a washing, an antique gold bracer with three gems on it.

Kaylin spotted the coat first and frowned. She rested her hands on the pommels of her daggers and stalked forward. If Vexen thought he was going to start more trouble on her watch she'd teach him better...

And then she took in the height, the body shape, the hair, the profile. So more than one person had that horrible taste, then? "Who are you?" she asked, and then because this was one of the very rare cases where she was having trouble telling, she also asked "How old are you?"

He stopped before her arms, giving them a look. "Coming closer so I could ask an important question without having to shout," he said. Yes, the cat said that. But you've seen odder in Wonderland, right, Xion? It's just a talking cat... no big deal... right...?

There was an explosion somewhere back away from the ocean, then something flying towards the waterline.

Whatever it was hit the sand just before the surf and spun wildly before settling out to show itself to be a redheaded woman with her glasses half off, hair a mess, limbs akimbo, one hand holding what looked like some sort of grenade launcher. Her long green dress was smudged and dirty, as was her hair and face, but that seemed to mostly be a new situation. One of her boots was missing, showing a striped green stocking.

"Okay," she gasped. "Note to self. I installed the trigger backwards. Good," she coughed, "distance, though."

She blinked and rolled to her knees, then pulled the weapon away from the waterline. She squinted at the figure in the black coat. "Vexen?"

Xion was shocked, for many reasons. First, this guy, this kid(?), looked like nothing she had ever seen before. And she'd seen plenty of different things in all of her time as a member of Organization XIII. She'd traveled to different worlds, after all, it was something that expanded her horizons.

But he looked... different. And he also knew Demyx. She knew Demyx better then other members; he was one of the nicer ones in the Organization, but here was someone who thought that she was someone else. And for a moment she got worried, worried that he actually saw her as Demyx, but then he apologized, and--

"You know Demyx?" Xion asked, getting up from her spot on the beach. "How do you know him?"

"I met him a while back. He said that he had problems with a heart." That he lacked one, specifically, "So Nita and I did some research and we helped fix the issue. But I have not seen him for some time and had suspected that he had returned to his world. You are a friend of his, then?"

When she heard someone approach, she looked up from the seashell-- and then stared at who it was in horror. She was absolutely frozen to the spot, because if this was who she thought it was, what was she supposed to do? Part of her wanted to flee, wanted to just get away as fast as she could, because what if he just absorbed her? And then she would be gone.

She would be gone forever. So it's good that he stays a few feet away from her, because she wants to run, but she's afraid to move. Maybe if she doesn't move, he won't see her. Yes, that made sense. If she didn't move, he wouldn't see her.

But then he spoke to her, and he seemed nice, and she didn't want him to be nice. She wanted him to go away. But she also didn't want him to go away, because he looked like Roxas, too, and she missed him so much. Her hand was tight around the seashell, but careful not to break it. The seashell hadn't done anything to her, after all.

"You're not supposed to be here." She said softly after a moment, just studying his face. He wasn't quite like Roxas, she was realizing, they didn't look identical, but it was close. But he wasn't supposed to be here.

Xion saw the dagger and immediately reached out for her keyblade. But it wasn't there. She didn't know where it was, and she couldn't seem to get to it, not like normal. So she had no way of protecting herself, unless she wanted to use her magic... which she couldn't also access.

She was defenseless, and that was going to be a problem. But she had to stick up for herself, had to protect herself in some way. Until she asked what her name was, and Xion got up from where she was seated, standing ramrod straight and looking at the other woman.

"I'm Number Fourteen. Xion." She said strongly. The next part was tough, though, because... how old was she? She almost gave the exact days she'd been more or less alive, but then thought better of it.

"I'm... I'm fifteen." She thought. "Why? Who are you? Where am I?"

Xion started when she heard the sound of an explosion, rocketing up onto her feet to get a better look at whatever it was. Whatever was out there, and coming closer. She didn't expect to see a woman, though, and she went to get a little closer to see what was going on.

And then the woman said 'Vexen' and she froze for a moment in fear. No, no, she wasn't him, she wasn't Vexen, one of the members she really, really didn't like, if she had to be honest with herself.

"I'm... I'm not Vexen, I'm Xion." She said, voice wavering a little before righting itself into something stronger. "What are you doing?"

"You are number fourteen, but you're fifteen? What the actual *****s?" Kaylin asked. Not a kid, which meant possibly a danger. **** it.

Kaylin's face was an open book and the language was fairly easy to read.

"I'm Private Kaylin Neya, of the Hawks and the Task Force. And i'm guessing you're new here. **** it. Why the actual ****s do I get stuck with all the gods ******ed new people?" she muttered. "I'm no ***** good at this meet and greet ****."

The small dragon pokemon lifted its head sleepily, looked at Xion, trilled, then went back to sleep.

Kaylin crossed her eyes up to glare at it.

"I am a Nobody." Xion insisted, watching the woman's finger, until it pressed against her forehead and made her look cross-eyed. She then batted the hand away, brow furrowing as she shuffled backwards.

"I'm not a Somebody, but I do have a name! And thoughts, and questions." Because she had a lot of questions, like where she was, what this place was, how did she get here, where her friends were, what she was doing here, why---

"You're not supposed to eat seaweed. It's gross, it's just supposed to stay in the ocean."

He does feel sort of bad for startling her like that, if the way she freezes up is any indication. Probably should've given more of a warning, but it's a little too late now, so he just scoots a foot or so further away with a sheepish sort of smile when her hand tightens on the seashell. "Uh, sorry."

But it's her statement that takes a while longer to process. It's, surprisingly, not the first time he's seemingly been recognized by somebody he's never met. There'd been Demyx, back when he was still in the city, although he might've been confusing him for somebody else because he kept insisting he was called Roxas but that was a whole other can of worms. As it is, Sora tilts his head a bit, confused. Not the response he was expecting... he's actually not really sure how to unpack that. But.

"Here as in, like, Nautilus? I mean, I don't think the city calls people on accident..." or does it? He'd sort of read the guide but maybe 'skimmed' would be the more accurate word, he can't claim to actually know things like 'why are we here' or 'is this place public property and am I allowed to decorate it with seasonally-appropriate trinkets'.

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