[Video | Action for Goldenrod City]
This might not... Ah, how do I ask this? Lately there have been disappearances, but there have also been reappearances, and--
[ Hello, Johto. The feed snaps on showing a Garchomp and a Typhlosion curled up almost contentedly in a circle around their small trainer like sleeping guard dogs. She's sitting against the body of her resting Garchomp, one hand holding the Gear while the other holds a pencil against her chin in thought. Deciding she can't really put her question any other way, she goes: ]
If you could give yourself notes if... if you disappear and come back to Johto, but with no memories, what could you tell yourself? What's worth remembering?
[ She tilts her head to the side, silently hoping she isn't bothering people with this sort of question, but it's been nagging her mind for a while. She continues to jot down a few more notes, quietly muttering some of them: ]
You know who you are. You're Xion. Xion. [ Scratch, scratch goes the pencil. ] You... have a Cyndaquil named Axel. You got-- oh!
[ Xion puts the pencil down for a moment and sifts through her pocket and pulls this little trinket up. ]

You can win if you just try.
Notes to Myself [ OOC: Badge is mod-approved! If anyone wants to personally interact with Xion, she's hanging around the rooftop of Goldenrod's Department Store. You could also get ice cream. ]
[ Hello, Johto. The feed snaps on showing a Garchomp and a Typhlosion curled up almost contentedly in a circle around their small trainer like sleeping guard dogs. She's sitting against the body of her resting Garchomp, one hand holding the Gear while the other holds a pencil against her chin in thought. Deciding she can't really put her question any other way, she goes: ]
If you could give yourself notes if... if you disappear and come back to Johto, but with no memories, what could you tell yourself? What's worth remembering?
[ She tilts her head to the side, silently hoping she isn't bothering people with this sort of question, but it's been nagging her mind for a while. She continues to jot down a few more notes, quietly muttering some of them: ]
You know who you are. You're Xion. Xion. [ Scratch, scratch goes the pencil. ] You... have a Cyndaquil named Axel. You got-- oh!
[ Xion puts the pencil down for a moment and sifts through her pocket and pulls this little trinket up. ]

You can win if you just try.
- Your name is Xion. Xion.
No. I - You started with a Pokemon called a Cyndaquil. You named him Axel. There's also Bell, a Togekiss now, who you retrieved from Sora when you were first here. It's complicated.
- Roxas is here. Namine is here. Roxas knows about who you are and what you are. He's still your best friend. Namine is also your best friend.
- You've made lots of friends: Lightning, Leon, Cecil, Sora (yeah, he's here!), Riku, Ventus, Minnie, Fang, Lancer, Saber, Talim, Kari, Rangiku, Atsuro... and many more. And the people that disappear. Please don't forget them. It'd be kind of ironic that be would, huh?
- You're in a group to fight Team Rocket. They're the bad guys.
- Your friends are your power.
- At whatever point in time you're coming from... the future isn't that scary at all. You know you're brave.
You finally...
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Same. We have to put a stop to them sooner or later!
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[ It's like running off on your own isn't a good idea. Fang's learning! ]
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So is a tomorrow a good time to leave? I mean, it sounds like we both want to get this over with in time for... something, at least.
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[ She grins. ]
And once I've decided on doin' something, I don't like waiting.
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[ Yes, she's assuming that they'll win. But it's true: unless they decide to stop anywhere else they could just head straight back to Goldenrod. ]
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[ Meaning she just travels with the essentials and hardly keeps or buys anything extra for herself. ]
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[ It's not like Fang has tons, considering her own sole mode of transportation has been her feet, but she has picked up more camping gear and the like. ]
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[ Because the way that was asked seemed a bit... well, you know. ]