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queenofheartsrp2012-09-20 08:32 am
histrionic) wrote in queenofheartsrp2012-09-20 08:32 am
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❧ 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.]]
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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[She remembers that appearances were important to her.
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They were silver and violet and gold. A jacket, a long robe...
I can't recall precisely.
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[She pauses, not having expected an offer of help.]
You're going to do that?
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I want my body back. [A pause. She can't accept help easily.] That would be appreciated.
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