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--stay!

[ Is that a distorted, but may be recognizable voice? Why, yes, maybe, to those who know her. There's heavy breathing, but it distances itself from the Gear, and there's surprised sounds from a Togekiss, Typhlosion, and Gabite in the background.

Xion shakes her head. No, no, this can't be happening. Wait, she knew this place might have had a chance for something like this, but... A-Ahhghhh... She holds up hands that aren't human, gold talons moving at her will...

Fix this... Have to fix...

Swish swish swish. Clothes are being put on. Then: ]

I need... I need help. With something. Please.

[ Maybe it doesn't have to be Roxas this time. Maybe it could be Sora. Or Ven. Or anyone. ]

[ooc: 4TH WALL EVENT! GUESS WHO'S GOING TO TRY AND FIND SOMEONE TO FINISH HER? She'll be under her hood, and underneath she'll look... like this. Just maybe not gigantic. And it can be anyone. Corridors of Darkness can be convenient in traveling around, why can't Johto just allow that...

So yeah! If you're up for a fight, or just to convince this derp and stop her dead (hah) in her tracks from setting on a selfdestruction path... by all means! ]

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[and just as he'd thought, the projection wasn't strong enough to withstand the blow. after shattering away part of her helmet, his own sword broke into pieces before vanishing in sparkles of light. but that wasn't a bad thing. and just as she stopped herself from sliding on the ground, Shirou was already on her again, doing his best to close the distance. a look of sheer determination in his eyes, the magus looked like a man possessed. was he going in for the kill?]

Stay right there!!

[he commanded her, the image of her face exposed partially with blood a sign of what he expected to be true. there was a human under there after all... a girl with feelings, scared of herself and what she would do to others. whatever was troubling her, what bond she had to this berserk state she was forced into...whatever made her a puppet, it wasn't what she wanted. he was right. she was wrong. far from a puppet, she was just a girl who needed to be saved from herself. to live long enough to atone for what she had done in the past to make things right. but it was dangerous...

I...

1.) Try and talk to her
2.) Don't stop ]

Wake up, you damn idiot!

[if he softened now, she'd just get back up and regain her composure. he had to stop her before she could move. he'd weakened her then, and having the advantage he could project another weapon being within that close of range. but until then, he pulled a rather drastic move. ducking down low in his dash, he reached out to grasp her shoulders, uncaring of the consequences as he went in unarmed. gritting his teeth, he forced her onto her back as he roughly tackled her, straddling the armored Xion's stomach as he forced her wrists into his hands and pinning her beneath him. holding her arms over her head, he took a moment to gather himself and settle his harsh breathing as he stared down at part of the exposed girl. he wasn't letting go any time soon]

[ She blinks up at him, just... unable to do more than stop and stare and blink. "Wake up"? Wake up from what? Well, whatever he did... her mind is quiet, clear, despite the obvious head trauma she just endured.

When she came toward him like that, she was sure he was going to kill her. End it all and fulfill her goal. But now this? She's... unsure. Just... ]

... why?

[ She's frowning up at him now. The glare's a bit weakened, due to half of her face, and therefore, expression, is still concealed by the helmet. ]

Why're you... trying so hard?

[ They don't know each other. Really. They weren't friends, but he seemed to act as though he was trying to save one. You're so confusing, Shirou. ]

Because I'd never forgive myself if I just ran away. And...

[he's no longer yelling at her, though he's firm in his choice of words, assertive with his grip as he keeps the girl pinned beneath him. amusingly enough, he still wasn't certain as to what he had to do to free her. everything was on a whim by this point. whatever he had to do to snap her out of this, to get her to suppress it and believe in herself and her own identity...]

[he stops then, giving her time to think. he hasn't ceased, in fact his grip on her tightening as his voice softens, almost soothingly so as his body visibly shook]

I think you deserve a chance. I wanna give you that chance.

[ She half-assedly tries to struggle against his grip, but fails. Anger is such a wasteful emotion... but she still feels it, despite her state of being. Now she's just... tired.

But she looks back up at him. ]

So for your own goals... then?

[his own goals? there was no doubt. and he didn't even need to think about it as he held her there, his gentle voice soon accompanied by a smile. unaware of loss, nor aware of gain... so long as he had his ideal, of which he'd never gain anything or lose anything from,]

Just saving you is enough. Wanting to help others is never wrong.

[admittedly, he was feeling tired too. he'd get used to having less prana soon, and if he had to, he'd keep fighting. but he didn't want to do that. he never wanted to from the start. he just wanted to make this girl happy. a nameless face of many that he swore his sword to. that was Emiya Shirou's purpose, and he'd live this life without any regrets]

Whatever this is...just fight it, okay? I wanna let you go so we can just talk. [he'll think about where he is later... but as he looks down to her, there is nothing but truth in his words and sincerity in his eyes]

[ She's silent for awhile. Just to save her? Someone who practically used him to try and fulfill a selfish, hateful wish? ... in a way, he's starting to remind her of Sora. Too much, in fact.

After a moment or two, she manages to nod. ]

Talk... okay.

[relief washes over him, though he hasn't released her just yet. even someone as kind as him was still recovering from how rapidly he needed to project Rho Aias. if he was deceived, it was all over for him. his grip loosened just slightly, but it was enough that he could re-establish it if she moved with hostility. there was one thing left. she was bleeding, that much he could tell...]

Is there any way to take off this armor? Looks like I hit you a little hard earlier, so I could see if there's anything I can do.

[ She keeps staring up at him in... slight confusion. You're a weird person, indeed, Shirou. She just nearly killed you and you're worried about her wellbeing...? ]

Um... I can heal myself. I can probably heal you, too.

You can? [he sighs with relief before taking another deep breath. his heart started to race, tempted to just rip off her helmet himself. though he trusted her well enough to do it herself when it came down to it. slowly, he released her hands and rolled off her to sit by her side. his body was still running on a battle high despite his calm state on the surface; used to his advantage, Shirou could utilize his reflexes to dodge if she started to have second thoughts or any funny ideas. that wouldn't be necessary though. that's what he believed] That's good.

[he says to her being able to heal herself, and not so much to being healed himself. he'd be just fine with some rest, and he managed to get through to her before he had to push himself too hard. admittedly though he was still feeling the effects from Ragnarok and guarding with Rho Aias]

[ She sits up, shaking her head. And then she goes to wrench off the half-destroyed helmet. She pulls, and starts to groan a bit because... the armor was a part of her, but she rips it off and lets it clatter to the floor. ]

Curaga.

[ She heals herself, the injury on her head healing up, but the blood remained. Then she moves a hand and utters the same word to Shirou, holding her hand over where her Ragnarok hit him earlier.

Then she just... sits there, unsure of what to do now with this strange man. ]

[he blinks over to Xion as she sits up and tries to wrench off her helmet. it looked painful, and a part of him almost felt bad for her having to go through that as she ripped it off. and the person that he saw beneath it surprised him outright. it was just a girl under there, short dark hair, striking blue eyes and only a couple years younger then him. at least, that's how Shirou rationalized things.

there was no other way to get through to her though, otherwise he might have tried to take things easier on her. she was just a kid after all. how could someone like her be just a puppet? she had to at least have a name,]

... [and he watches as Xion chants that one word, magic so simple yet seemingly quite potent as the injury on her head healed up. that didn't do anything for the blood, but he could take care of that easily enough. and then she had held her hand out to him. eyes widening some just in case this lead south and bad, a hitched gasp escaped him as the healing sensation washed through his body. those attacks that had blown away at him before, even the strain on his body from projection, it was gone almost instantaneously. what powerful magecraft... she couldn't have been a Servant, but was she a magus? no, there were too many questions. he'd make this as simple as possible for her. the spell did nothing for the prana he'd used to fight her, but he'd regain that in due time]

Thank you. Ah, here, [and without even having to take a second to think about it, he tugs his hand into his sleeve and reaches out to her, gently pressing his clothed hand against the side of her face in a bid to wipe and dry the blood that remained. uncaring about the fact he'd have blood on his own clothes (he was used to it), he continued to clean her up, inwardly noting that even though his actual hand wasn't touching her, she felt soft to the touch. when all was said and done, he'd gotten most of it and pulled back to sit by her side once more, smiling]

It's not much, but I don't have a rag to clean it with.

Wha- [ O-Oh, he was trying to clean her face up. It's a gentle rub, her head moving against his hand as he tries to remove the blood from her face. On instinct, she closes the eye nearest his hand, but she's still looking at him with a curious gaze.

Once he was done, she rubs a knuckle on the spot, then realizes her hand is still armored, so she drops that immediately and bows her head in gratitude. ]

It's fine, really. Um... thank you. [ All of this just feels... WEIRD. Intense fighting and now just a quiet moment of sitting like this? She looks down at her hands, the fingers still talons before she looks back up at him.

Right, he wanted to know... ]

I'm Xion.

[to Shirou, seeing her in this armor wasn't all that strange. if anything, he was just glad that he got to see her face and calm her down. now maybe he could better talk to her and realize what needed to be done to help her. but until then? they could just talk. talk about the most miscellanious of things like any two people would. something normal... that wasn't so bad, was it?]

Eh? [he looks her over curiously so when she gives her name, and then realizes that he really did have an impact on her after all. so she wasn't a puppet. she had a name, a name to go with those feelings of not wanting to hurt others. his cheer only brightened then as he rested back against his hands] I'm Emiya Shirou. Nice to meet you, Xion.

Mm. [ Another nod, another wary glance. She looks around at them, at the visible hints that a battle took place before her eyes settle on her discarded Keyblades. She raises a hand to call them both back as they disappeared in a flash of light. ]

Emiya Shirou. [ She tries the name. At least it was easier to say than others. ] Earlier you said... I remember the term: "Noble Phantasm"? Does that mean you know Saber and Lancer?

[and as the Keyblades are called back only to disappear, any of Shirou's hidden tensions were now gone entirely. right now he wasn't a magus fighting for his life. he was just a young man making a new friend in this Xion girl. treat her as a girl, not a monster. that was easy]

! Y-You know Saber and Lancer?!

[of everything that happened just now, this was one of the most shocking ones. wait... Saber and Lancer. weren't they gone? Lancer died at the Einzbern Castle and Saber vanished along with the Holy Grail... he'd think about all of that later. wherever he was, apparently they existed. that and this girl wasn't a Servant after all if she had to learn about the term. yet...if she was one, would those swords of hers count?]

[ More nodding! Never mind how their battling suddenly leads into a somewhat casual conversation, but. ]

Yeah. They're here. You might find them if you search them out. Lancer explained that he and her were Heroic Spirits... But you said your name. I think.

Yeah, I'm not a Heroic Spirit. I'm a magus. [not a very good one at that, but he's learning and getting better!]

Saber's my--[ah. that's right. not anymore... not even at the end of the war, his right as her Master was given to Tohsaka. he wasn't disappointed about that. just remembering, and hopefully, never forgetting her]

Well, Saber's my friend. Do you know them well too?

I know Lancer a lot. Saber... She's kind and nice, and she can speak kinda funny, but it's hard to approach her, I guess.

It's good you're her friend, though. She'd need one.

Kinda funny? .... [he lightly chuckles at that]

Saber's a good person like that. She can at least get along with most people.

Her speech. It's all... [ Flowery? Elegant? Old? ]

Yeah, I can tell. And Lancer, too. His kid was here before.

Lancer's kid? [just when he was about to question when he ever had a kid, Shirou remembers the Servant's origin. Cú Chulainn did have a son in his time, after all... he didn't know a lot about some of the stories of some Servants, but there were obviously some more famous then others. he wouldn't question the idea of it. anything was possible]

I see. Well, Lancer doesn't seem like a bad guy either. He helped me out a couple of times before. [and tried to kill him a couple of times before, but shhh]

Yeah. He did the same for me. He sort of reminds me of my... one of my friends.

[ Axeeeeeel! And, shhh, don't tell that to Lancer. She might get ideas. ]

[nods, happy with that answer. maybe it'd be easier to get along with Lancer too. if Lancer was nice with Xion too... yeah. it wasn't such a bad idea]

That's good.

[ Nods, then she falls silent. It's quiet for the most part as she dives into her own thoughts. What's gonna happen now? What's she going to do? He may have stopped her, but it doesn't stop her body from doing what it's made to do...

She holds her head. For a brief second, she saw Shirou and Saber and... Lancer. Shirou's on the floor, behind Saber. ] W-What...?

[ Then she smells the familiar, bitter scent of Darkness. Her head snaps up, and in a flurry of movement, she's gotten one of her Keyblades out and slashes a Heartless that was threatening to get the drop down on Shirou. ]

[for him, it was a good silence. one that he wouldn't let last for too long, however. after all, he wanted to get to know her more. settle into talking about why she was the way she was so he knew how to save her. though maybe this was enough, for now, for her to go back to her own friends that could help her too. maybe he could be there with them. just to make sure his efforts weren't wasted]

Ah...Xion? [he blinks, his smile fading as she holds her head for a moment. was she alright? it was her instincts again, he concluded. he'd talk her through it. they didn't have to fight anymore--]

[--he was dead. he would have been dead had it not been for Xion's sudden reaction as she slashed the Heartless that had snuck up on him. after the mass of darkness began to disappear, Shirou's shocked expression quickly settled into a serious demeanor, wasting no time in getting to his feet as he suddenly realized that they were being surrounded. these shadows... though he couldn't take in the scent of darkness like Xion could, it didn't take someone with extraordinary senses to realize that this wasn't right. nor was it Xion's doing either. if it was, she would have been the one to do him in while his guard was down. unarmed for now, Shirou clenched his fists as he looked at the Heartless that slowly began to surround the two]

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