Day 7 | ~ Moshimoshi ~ | Video

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[Xion turns the video feed on. It's midday and her hood is back up, but she's sitting outside on a bench across the street from the phone booth.]

Thank you... whoever found the antidote. That was... close. At least, it felt like it.

[She lets out a slow exhale.]

Anyway... I think I found the source of the ringing. [She turns her CAT so it catches sight of the phone booth.] There's a phone in there that's going off all the time. But when I picked it up, all I heard was beeping. When I hung up, it started ringing again.

[She turns the CAT around again.] Did... Anyone else get that message? [She fiddles with her CAT to find the text, and then she reads it aloud.] "No time to talk. Find the booth, don't get caught. Come between midnight and one. More to come later."

... pretty straight-forward. But with that curfew... [Xion frowns.]

But I think it's important. This is like the music inside the greenhouse. It's not going to just go away. [She pauses, then mutters bitterly:] Not yet, anyway.

[She shakes her head.] The regular people can't hear the phone or see the booth. Whatever is going on... It's up to us to figure it out.

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What kinds of worlds have you seen?

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Ohh, all sorts! Worlds where the beaches are made entirely of diamonds; where thick, luscious jungles conceal invisible people and their tribes; where an entire continent is devoted to amusement parks the likes humans have never seen! You name it, there's a good chance I've been there. Or rather will go there in my future.

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So many... I've only been to ten.

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That's more than your average human will see for several millennia. That you've been to ten already is quite the achievement.

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[... is it possible for her to stay unpink during this conversation? At all?] I-If... you say so.

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[nope, not at all. and he's not even trying to do that!]

I do say so! I've been around long enough to know.

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[I-It must come with being shy, o-or something.]

... How long?

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[casually] Oh, about 905 years now, give or take. [of course, this is just an estimate.]

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[/GAPE] N-Nine hundr--

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Yup, that's what I said. Is that a problem?

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N-Not a problem, I just -- I can't even... [o///o]

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I just... I'm not even... five hundred days old. I'm just barely over four hundred. [Day 415...] I can't even imagine...

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"Days"?! Blimey... [that's practically a blink of an eye to him] Well, like I said, I've been around for a while and time passes quickly when you're saving planets and the whole universe from destruction countless times throughout the centuries.

But in your case, look at it this way: you've seen so much and done more than a regular person would do by the time they're that age. Most of them are too busy learning rudimentary motor and social skills, all while still lacking any formal toilet training.

the Time Lord who has lived too long and the replica who hasn't lived long enough

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... Saving planets?

[Xion's just going to. Store away the rest of that to mull over later and make a mental note to ask about it another time. There are other things that are higher on her "must ask questions" priority list.]

Yeah for opposite ends of the spectrum!

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Oh yes, I didn't mention that before? I seem to run into all sorts of trouble in my travels, and usually, I'm the only one with the know-how to stop it.

/o/

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[Xion's expression works its way into awe.] Like Sora, almost, only kind of... not. [The words are out of her mouth before she can think about it, and she flushes when she realizes what she said.] I mean -- Sora's world was destroyed, so he went traveling the worlds to look for his best friends. But along the way, he wound up making a lot of friends and stopping bad people from doing bad things...

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[frowns slightly upon hearing Sora's world no longer exists] Really? Well...I actually left my world voluntarily long before it was--that doesn't matter. It sounds to me like you're having your own little version of Sora's journey right now. Making friends and such. We've just got to find the bad guys.

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... did the Heartless take it, too?

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[quietly] No, we don't have the Heartless in my universe. They weren't the ones responsible.

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What happened? [Xion's voice has softened reflexively, instinctively.]

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[he lets out a small sigh, but he doesn't look away] There was a war; a long and terrible war between my people and the greatest threat the universe had ever seen known as the Daleks. In a way, they're our version of the Heartless, except they don't collect hearts, oh no. They're genocidal, xenophobic monsters who wanted to purify the universe. So many were lost...

And in the end, both our worlds burned, along with countless others caught in between, ones that never should have been blinked out of existence.

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[Genocidal? Xenophobic? These... are words that Xion doesn't know, that Sora's memory doesn't know. But right now... She doesn't feel like she should ask. She can't ask, not when he's looking like that.

Some part of her didn't expect him to tell; yes, she told him her story, but it was just... an offer. An offer to listen. And so she's listening, just like he did, and she's going to do the same for him that he did for her -- or... try to. She can at least try.]

[She curls up close next to him, wrapping her arms around him tight.]

*flails*

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[he hasn't told that story in a long time. it only seemed right to share it, or the bare bones of it, anyway. there is so much he leaves unsaid, a plethora of details spanning that awful Time War that he still keeps to himself and has never told a soul: all the horrors he witnessed, the loss of his brother and other estranged family members--not to mention all his friends who fought at his side on the front-lines. even now, he tries not to think of the monsters his people had become, preferring to remember them before the return of Rassilon.

his expression softens as he glances down at her. he doesn't move immediately; it's always harder to receive comfort than to give it. but soon enough, he moves a hand and rests it on her arm]

Thank you.

lasdkhgljkdf I KNOW RIGHT.

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... you're welcome. [snug.]

[She doesn't seem to realize that the timing of this doesn't work out the way she thinks it does, because the association isn't the same for him as it is for her, but she thinks it's comforting:] Ice cream?

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[he can't help chuckling at what she said, but he isn't doing it to mock her. no... the pure innocence of her words positively tickles him--and makes it far easier for him to push everything he has let out back inside him once more.] I think that's a brilliant suggestion.

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[Xion flushes a little.] Ice cream makes... not everything, but. Almost everything better, is all. Especially when you eat it with friends.