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[Action Anywhere To All | 4th Wall Event]
This place...?
[ It's a shocked whisper as she stares at the Clock Tower that looms before her. She'd know this place anywhere. The smell, the sight, the noises- her senses aren't lying to herself; she's really back in Twilight Town.
But why?
... On a whim, Xion look down at her hands and flexes them for a moment. She did feel different now. Like before Johto, before she was... human. Before, she lamented over need for a rightful death, but since such time had passed, things happened, she began to see things just a little bit differently... Which left one matter that still boggled her mind. ]
You... shouldn't answer to me anymore. You shouldn't...
[ And yet, in a flash, her Kingdom Key appears in her hand. She almost stares blankly at the weapon before her grip tightens and her body shakes just a bit. ]
Why? [ She just almost yells at the Keyblade. ] Why did you choose me?
[ No, that's a wrong choice of words. The Keyblade never... it should have never chose her. No, she just stole this from Roxas. And Sora. Yet it still answered her call. Ironic that, at another point in time, she would have been thrilled to be known as one of the Keyblade's chosen. Now she's just confused, and that confusion always leads to anger.
Not today, it seems, as Xion's head jerks up. She smells the heady and bitter scent of darkness surrounding her. Oddly, it's thicker and heavier this time, in which the answer lies apparent when Xion looks around and finds three... no, four Darksides emerge from the ground and loom around her. On instinct, she goes into an immediate battle stance...
... until she realizes what she's doing, the heavy weight of the Keyblade in her hands reminding her of the real "problem" in her head. Straightening, her shoulders almost sag as she shakes her head, feeling the Darksides lumber just a bit closer around her. An uncharacteristic, bitter laugh escapes her. ]
It's just the Keyblade you guys want, right? [ A part of her is screaming no, this isn't right - but it is right - what about your friends and what they said about not giving up - I have to return and do what's right - you're you - I'm just a puppet - stop, just--
She throws the Keyblade at one of the Darksides, punching straight through its head and making it disappear in a massive cloud of darkness. Ah, right, she was still holding onto that power... Then the Keyblade flashes back into her hand, and the rest of the Darksides were rustling more after her action, one of them even raising a massive hand to strike at her. She makes no move to acknowledge it. ]
Maybe I should just... disappear here...
[ It's a shocked whisper as she stares at the Clock Tower that looms before her. She'd know this place anywhere. The smell, the sight, the noises- her senses aren't lying to herself; she's really back in Twilight Town.
But why?
... On a whim, Xion look down at her hands and flexes them for a moment. She did feel different now. Like before Johto, before she was... human. Before, she lamented over need for a rightful death, but since such time had passed, things happened, she began to see things just a little bit differently... Which left one matter that still boggled her mind. ]
You... shouldn't answer to me anymore. You shouldn't...
[ And yet, in a flash, her Kingdom Key appears in her hand. She almost stares blankly at the weapon before her grip tightens and her body shakes just a bit. ]
Why? [ She just almost yells at the Keyblade. ] Why did you choose me?
[ No, that's a wrong choice of words. The Keyblade never... it should have never chose her. No, she just stole this from Roxas. And Sora. Yet it still answered her call. Ironic that, at another point in time, she would have been thrilled to be known as one of the Keyblade's chosen. Now she's just confused, and that confusion always leads to anger.
Not today, it seems, as Xion's head jerks up. She smells the heady and bitter scent of darkness surrounding her. Oddly, it's thicker and heavier this time, in which the answer lies apparent when Xion looks around and finds three... no, four Darksides emerge from the ground and loom around her. On instinct, she goes into an immediate battle stance...
... until she realizes what she's doing, the heavy weight of the Keyblade in her hands reminding her of the real "problem" in her head. Straightening, her shoulders almost sag as she shakes her head, feeling the Darksides lumber just a bit closer around her. An uncharacteristic, bitter laugh escapes her. ]
It's just the Keyblade you guys want, right? [ A part of her is screaming no, this isn't right - but it is right - what about your friends and what they said about not giving up - I have to return and do what's right - you're you - I'm just a puppet - stop, just--
She throws the Keyblade at one of the Darksides, punching straight through its head and making it disappear in a massive cloud of darkness. Ah, right, she was still holding onto that power... Then the Keyblade flashes back into her hand, and the rest of the Darksides were rustling more after her action, one of them even raising a massive hand to strike at her. She makes no move to acknowledge it. ]
Maybe I should just... disappear here...
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[ Xion's rushing forward to do as asked. Gotta make this as easy as possible for Talim somehow! Xion begins to whack whack whack the numerous Shadows back to oblivion with each strike of her Keyblade. ]
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Are you okay, Talim?
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Sorry for the worry.
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Was that a Keyblade?
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[ She stops, pausing. She looks back down on the hand that used to hold the Keyblade. ] ... Actually, I'm probably not in the best position to judge him, anyway.
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[ She follows Xion's gaze to her hand, and her eyes flick back up to her friend's face ] What do you mean?
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... It's nothing. Forget I said anything.