queenofheartsrp | ❧ eighth stanza [video or action]

[The Vine shows a small, black-haired girl with bright blue eyes and an annoyed expression on her face. She's seated near the lake, looking not only irritated, but pensive. She clearly isn't aware of being recorded, not having noticed the tendrils of Vine that have snaked around a nearby tree.

Xion often wears a hood to cover her face, but not today. There's no sign of any hood. At the moment, she's dressed in a short purple dress and black leggings. Wearing the layers of clothing she'd suddenly found herself in had seemed--so strange to her--but fortunately, there's no shortage of clothing in the Gardens, and she'd been able to remedy that, at least.

She feels some great lack, but what is it? What's missing? She glares at her hand, and she has the sense that something should happen when she focuses her will, but nothing does. Her hand remains unchanged, and nothing appears. She lets out a breath, sharply.]

Infuriating. What's wrong?

[Her expression grows thoughtful again. It's hard to know what's wrong when she can't even tell what's missing.]

Xion, is that my name?

[It seems to be, but at the same time, it doesn't sound right, and she purses her lips. Then, she makes a rather undignified noise of frustration, picks up a handful of rocks, and throws them into the lake. There's a series of splashes as they hit the surface.]

No, it isn't!

[It's the only name she knows, and part of her tells her she should accept it, but she's stubborn. And grumpy.]

[[ooc: Kuja has switched places with Xion (

mnementomori)! This is backdated a couple days, toward the beginning of the event.]]

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It's... not?

[Kuja blinks. The Vine. She turns toward it with a frown. Oh, very well, it can't be helped.]

No, it isn't.

[And the voice might sound like Xion's, but the tone doesn't.]

Something's wrong. I'm not Xion, but it's the only name I can remember.

Do you maybe remember anything from before?

I remember, there's something I should be able to do. An ability I had--but what?

[She holds up her hands and concentrates again, but nothing happens. Her natural magic is gone.]

I remember this isn't me. I'm not like this.

[With a gesture, she indicates her body.]

I remember, I wore different clothes than I woke up in. I've changed them. [At least she was able to change her clothes, if not her body.]

Do you by any chance remember the clothes you used to wear?

Yes, a little. They were beautiful, I know that. Light and fine and flowing.

[She remembers that appearances were important to her.

What about what they looked like?

[She pauses. She can remember her clothes. She remembers beautiful things. Beauty, she knows, matters to her.]

They were silver and violet and gold. A jacket, a long robe...

I can't recall precisely.

That's fine! It's enough for us to start looking for your real body!

Is it?

[She pauses, not having expected an offer of help.]

You're going to do that?

... yes? Unless you don't want me to.

I didn't say that.

I want my body back. [A pause. She can't accept help easily.] That would be appreciated.

No problem! I'll do my very best to find your body!

Then what is it?

[She sighs. The Gardens are full of surprises, and annoyances, like the prying Vine.

She doesn't like asking for help, and she hadn't meant to be overheard.]

If I knew that, I would be far less concerned about the matter. But I don't.

When did this start for you. Today?

[After a moment, she sighs. She sees no reason to avoid the conversation now that she's in it.]

It's been a day.

[It's not as if she'd sought help. That's not something she does.]

I woke up, and I felt--changed.

And you have no memory at all of who you were? Nothing?

No. Nothing to speak of. I remember I was less small, taller. This body was dressed in clothes that seemed drab and heavy to me.

And I had... a power. But I'm not sure what it was.

Taller... I suppose that's a good a start as any for this kind of mess.

Yes, this body feels so much smaller. So much more limited. Although--it has some power, I think. I simply don't know how to use it.

Makes sense. I recommend you don't try to find out.

If I wish to find out, I will, but I haven't been able to access whatever power it is.

[Kuja does what she wants--even if she doesn't know who she is.

She seems to concentrate again, for a moment or two, but nothing happens.]

With any luck, it'll stay that way.

I'm sure I'd have no difficulty.

[She's confident, at least.]

This place doesn't allow for much damage. It might be interesting. But I'd rather have my own power back.

Whatever that might be.

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