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Day 1 | ~ Riddle ~
[pretty much immediately after Xion's conversation with Verita.]
[Xion wanders, hood up, along the street near the shops, blinking curiously into them. If asked, she wouldn't be able to tell you if she's mostly exploring or mostly trying to pick a place to eat. There are... a lot of shops to look at, but at least now she knows where the baked goods in her basket came from.
She wants to find a place to sit and eat (a real meal, not just something scavenged off shelves in abandoned houses) and think over her riddle. In the end, she just chooses somewhere at random (an Italian restaurant, not that she knows it yet -- not that she knows what Italy is, let alone what kind of food the culture is known for). It's a nice place: quiet, not too pretentious, and the lights aren't extremely bright, which puts her subconsciously more at ease.
But she lingers at the front awkwardly with the sudden realization that she'd never eaten in a restaurant before. What is she supposed to do? She fidgets with the ends of her sleeves until a waiter offers to take her to a table, and she follows shyly. Once she takes her seat (after ordering just water after the waiter asked what she wanted to drink), she takes out the piece of paper Verita gave her and lays it down on the table in front of her.]
I may not have arms or legs to tone
But if you carry me here by my spine
I can go home as your own
Only for a limited time...
[She reads it aloud, though she's immediately reminded how much her voice bothers her now. Her... male voice.
She stares at it for a long time... and then sighs.] I don't get it.
[Xion wanders, hood up, along the street near the shops, blinking curiously into them. If asked, she wouldn't be able to tell you if she's mostly exploring or mostly trying to pick a place to eat. There are... a lot of shops to look at, but at least now she knows where the baked goods in her basket came from.
She wants to find a place to sit and eat (a real meal, not just something scavenged off shelves in abandoned houses) and think over her riddle. In the end, she just chooses somewhere at random (an Italian restaurant, not that she knows it yet -- not that she knows what Italy is, let alone what kind of food the culture is known for). It's a nice place: quiet, not too pretentious, and the lights aren't extremely bright, which puts her subconsciously more at ease.
But she lingers at the front awkwardly with the sudden realization that she'd never eaten in a restaurant before. What is she supposed to do? She fidgets with the ends of her sleeves until a waiter offers to take her to a table, and she follows shyly. Once she takes her seat (after ordering just water after the waiter asked what she wanted to drink), she takes out the piece of paper Verita gave her and lays it down on the table in front of her.]
I may not have arms or legs to tone
But if you carry me here by my spine
I can go home as your own
Only for a limited time...
[She reads it aloud, though she's immediately reminded how much her voice bothers her now. Her... male voice.
She stares at it for a long time... and then sighs.] I don't get it.
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It was the same for me. One minute, I was home, and then suddenly--[snaps]--I was here. It was very odd. I wonder what reason someone could possibly have for doing this.
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... you don't... remember the stars going out? About a year ago?
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But by "Heartless"... [leans forward a bit, lowering her voice. this isn't exactly information known by the general public] Do you means humans who have made contracts with fire demons? Is that common in your land?
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No... I mean... Creatures of darkness that take people's hearts.
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gdit pretend that last icon was hooded
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Every star in the sky is another world. All of them are different, and all of them have hearts, just like people. Heartless try to take the worlds' hearts, too, and when they do... the world disappears, and the star goes out.
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Could our two lands--I'm sorry, our two worlds--really be so different from each other?
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I... I don't know. [She frowns a little.]
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[shakes her head] Well. [gives Xion a slightly awkward smile] It seems, at the very least, we have quite a lot to learn from each other!
[curiously] You don't happen to be from a world without magic, do you? Only, everyone I've talked to so far has said they are, which is ridiculous.
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Are you very strong?
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