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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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Yeah, but...

[ Insecurity, insecurity, insecurities! Is this that moment where a girl gets embarrassed and worried about what the person with her thinks of her look? Probably, even though Xion doesn't actually recognize it as such. More like... She's his friend, and he should see his friend. Not some... thing.

Damn Organization. ]

I'd rather not be like this when I'm with you.

Hmm...

[ Roxas pauses a moment to look her hooded form over with a contemplative expression on his face. While he personally didn't care what she looked like, he'd easily admit that both of them did have some bad memories attached to that specific look. Honestly, he had some bad memories attached to the Organization Cloak she wore too... though to that garment's defense, it was also just what they wore almost the entire time they knew each other. So it at least had some good memories attached as well.

That just left him wondering how they'd go about getting back her body, the body that had hands like his. Hands that in other worlds, he'd held and felt on his face, shoulders... or in the case of that hotel, other places best left unspoken of. Her face was special to him too; just because there was something that just made some part of him seem to flutter when she smiled.

Finally, inspiration struck him like a forked bolt of lightning; reminding him of two different things that just might provide a key. In so many stories, a kiss from a princess would turn an enchanted creature into a prince... or whatever their original form was. Her doll form was kind of like an enchanted creature, though he considered himself most definitely not a princess... not really even a prince. Really, he thought the idea of a knight sounded better and cooler, so if his hunch was going to be tested, that would have to do. ]

Hey Xion? Could you do me a favor? Take off your hood and come closer to me.

[ She looks up, confused at his request. Did he really wanna stare at that... face again? Well, if he wanted to... ]

Oh. Okay...

[ As she moves to pull down her hood again, she's walking closer to him, too. She's only a foot away from him, staring through the visor. If he can see the confusion on her face at his request... Maybe he did have a plan, but what? He did say he wasn't going to kill her, so it couldn't be that.

A slight bit of anticipation settles in her mind, and she nods. ] So... what now?

[ Admittedly, the blank 'face' of her helm made it even harder to read whatever Xion was thinking about. As it was, just understanding where she came from sometimes was a difficult ordeal with the way she always seemed to be in such deep contemplation of things. Still, he at least did have a plan with how to handle things... it was really more a guess at this point and while he figured it'd feel a little strange, it was probably the best he could think of at the moment.

If nothing, there would be more brain storming between the two of them later. That's how it usually worked anyway; long as they worked together, they could get a lot more done than thought possible. Still, she chooses to stop further away than he really needs. It's fine for him though, as he closes that last foot between them.

For a moment he scrutinizes her faceplate, trying to decide where he try. It wasn't like he could make her face out, but just working hard; imagining her face over that blank facade, he finally chooses a target as soon as she speaks up. ]

This.

[ There's no hesitance, no reluctance. Just a swift movement as he leans in and presses his lips against where hers should be, trying to keep his feelings of attachment for her at the front of his thoughts at the moment he kisses her. ]

[ She blinks at the contact, jumping and flinching as though struck. She... really didn't expect that. What was that supposed to do- ]

Eh-

[ Crack!

Xion instinctively takes a step back when she feels the visor start to crack and... and literally break away in tiny pieces to the floor. Familiar blue eyes stare back at him, black hair, and the rest of the armor crack and fall around her body. ]

H-How... What is this?

[ And she's standing there, staring in shock at the still human body revealed before Roxas after the kiss. Shock, surprise, and... blushing? Yes, blushing. She... she doesn't know what to say, so...

She's hugging you, tightly at that. ]

[ That sound gets his eyes to widen in shock. When she steps back, his eyes remain fixed on that visor as it cracks. He feels whatever he has for a heart begin to race. Sure he had a hunch -an idea, that this would work. But that it actually would work without any hitches, complications or who knew what else causing problems. Some part of him was certain he must be dreaming.

He hoped he wasn't.

Yet as the inhuman visage crumbled away, he could himself smiling ecstatically as his friend's form -the eyes and everything that he'd associated most with being her laid beneath it all. ]

IT WORKED!

[ He barely had a moment to exclaim and jump for joy before his blushing friend has him in a tight embrace that he's more than willing to return. ]

Feeling better?

[ Her response is a tighter squeeze and a vigorous nod on his shoulder. Then she pulls away and looks up at him in shock, awe, and curiosity. ]

What did you do? That kiss... did it have magic?

[ And then Xion completely forgets the fairy tale stories Ventus had been trying to get her up to speed with. Oh well, maybe if she recognizes the actual signs of it, she'll know. And maybe... Yeah, she'll know - and remember - what this sort of "love" really is. ]

[ That response takes him aback slightly. Not in a bad way, but it's funny as he continues to watch her with an amused smile on his face. It felt like it'd been forever since he'd seen Xion so... happy and energetic. It reminded him of how their lives had been before things got so complicated. A reminder of those days... those days that no matter where he went, he would fight to have again, but on better terms.

In either case, he responds with a shake of his head. ]

Nope. It's just something I read in a fairy tale. Usually, it's a princess that kisses a frog to get a prince. But I figured I could be a knight that kisses a doll to get a princess.

[ His body language says that he realizes at the last moment that there's some of his statement that could be taken the wrong way... something he's worried about her picking up on. But more of what he did want her to pick up on was the whole notion of her being a princess... at least to him.

Why were words and phrasing so complicated? ]

[ She was about to say something along the lines of mentioning Ven's offer to tell her such stories... till her mind snaps onto that implication. ]

Oh.

[ Wait. ] ... Oh!

[ Cue some more blushing and a quick, vigorous shake of her head. ] But I'm not a princess. I mean, I don't think I could ever fit the qualities princesses have...

[ You know, all pretty, pure, and sure, Xion's generous and kind, but even she knows she has her moments. Fairy tales... Fairy tales seem to be nice things, but they're stories. It's a bit hard to imagine herself having a similar life as princesses would. ]

[ For a moment he just stands there watching her response. No sooner than does she begin her protests combined with the way she was blushing than does he start chuckling. Well, it starts as a chuckle anyway. But by the time she finishes voicing her objection, he's gotten a good laugh and then managed to calm to just a wide smile that lingers on his face. It's that kind of response that just always makes Xion so endearing to him.

When she finishes, he just shakes his head. ]

It's not being royalty or anything like that... but in the stories, the princess is the one that ends up with the prince or knight.

[ There's that flash of boyish grin. ]

I'm honestly not all that princely... but I think I've had enough times when I could pass as a knight.

[ It's a habit of his -technically, their Other that he seems to have picked up; casually folding his arms behind his head as he continues to smile at her. ]

But anyway, the important part is that you feel like yourself again.

[OOC: This is gonna take some getting used to. ]

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