Day 8 | ~ Forget ~ | Video

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Aah... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

[Good morning, Luministi. I hope you enjoy your wake-up call of an accidental video... of a spiky-haired boy freaking out. Except he doesn't think he's a he. He shouldn't be a he. He should be a she! She should be a she with black hair and blue eyes -- Well, she still has the blue eyes. And the round face. And the boyish body isn't too terribly unfamiliar but -- but but but that's not the point!

Xion is slapping and pulling on her face and tugging on and running her fingers through her hair, staring into the nearest reflective surface, which happens to be a window hanging on the wall. From where the CAT is sitting, the view of her face is visible, and, in the corner of the screen, so is the closet. There is no hooded black coat.]

I'm dreaming I'm dreaming I'm dreaming I have to be dreaming this is a dream. I'm dreaming I'm Sora. That's what this is. It's just a very, very, very realistic dream but it's not real at all because I'm me. Not Sora. I'm me. I'm me.

[... but if this is a dream... why isn't it like any of the others with Sora in them? Why hasn't she woken up yet? Where is she? This isn't like any other world she's been to before. Or any world that Sora's been to. Or... Or anything like that.]

It... doesn't feel like a dream.

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[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Message to Mister Braxiatel.]

[Fuu looks exhausted and not-so-triumphant. She's walking up the road towards Luministi Gardens East, and dawn is breaking.]

Mister Braxiatel. I'm very sorry. I tried all night to blow the gas away. Maybe if I had Windam... But I don't, and even though I managed the magic, I couldn't do anything. There's just too much of it.

When I was working through the Town Square, I saw that the gas seems to be pouring out of the fountain there. It's very thick and fast, and all my work was undone quickly.
I tried clearing a small area and protecting it, but I can't maintain the magic indefinitely. Maybe, if I had my memories I'd be stronger... I just don't know.

[bitterly, under her breath] That 'doctor' Resarci--

[She's come to the buildings.]

I'm... very sorry. I'll be going to sleep now, but please contact me if ...I can be of any other assistance.