sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: xion

[Xion is determinedly trying her best to be in the Christmas spirit, even though she's not had an awful lot to feel cheerful about lately. She's in the Khave, sporting a seasonal hat and apron, surrounded by a small army of un-iced gingerbread men, some tasty and festive looking cupcakes and a there's an icing sugar shaker by her side which has clearly just been used on the tray of Mince Pies in front of her. She's looking at them quizzically.]

You know... I never quite figured out why it's called 'mincemeat' when there's no meat in it, does that seem strange to anybody else?

[She shrugs, and then offers her best smile to the NV.]

So it's nearly Christmas and we've got a whole heap of Christmas specials on at Kahve right now! We've got warm apple cider for a limited time only, and cocoa and we're doing a special today where if you donate some munny to the animal shelter, you can ice your own gingerbread- or lady- man however you want!

[And here she holds up two she made earlier which may or may not pay a striking resemblance to her housemates.]

Come and visit us, okay? Oh, and Merry Christmas!

[ooc: make your own gingerbread men here!]

mirroredmemory

[Xion is sitting alone in her room, on the empty bed that was once Naminé's. She looks tired and pale- almost a week of bad dreams and sleeping poorly when she did, and her eyes are dull. It has not been a very pleasant two months. She's toying with a silver star pendant around her neck with her free hand as she speaks.]

It's funny... people always say that hearts are strong, that they can stand up to anything and they'll be okay in the end. I know all that, I know if you believe in someone and their heart it's a wonderful thing and it won't steer you wrong but-

If a heart's supposed to be something strong, then how do they break so easily? And why does it hurt so much when they do?

mirroredmemory

[Xion looks dishevelled and pale, swamped in a hoodie that's too big for her and possibly pilfered from the wardrobe of someone much larger. She looks lost, a little bewildered, her hand hovering over the button of her NV as though she's having second thoughts about recording herself.

She looks aside, her eyes downcast, then after second she steels herself, squares her shoulders, and looks dead at the camera. Her voice is small when she starts to speak.]

I want to know... if there's any really good ways of remembering somebody. I don't mean memories, because those are precious and sometimes you just want to hold onto those and keep them in your heart forever and not share them... but if someone you love dies. If they go away from here and you know that they-

[Her voice catches.]

How would you keep them alive? How do you let people know that they made a difference, that they were special and that they couldn't be pushed around by anyone, no matter how hard people tried to- to-

[She swipes angrily at her eyes, brushing away tears.]

No matter how hard they tried to keep him from having a life, from having friends, from having a hea-

Xion...

[Roxas appears in the background and walks forward, pausing to place two mugs on a table quickly enough that cocoa slops over the top. He moves with purpose but holds himself a little stiffly, as if something hurts. When he reaches Xion, he crouches for a moment, looking her over carefully to make sure she's all right before pulling her close and holding her tight. She doesn't fight him and curls into the embrace, small and uncertain as she hides her face against his shoulder.]

Hey, it's okay. Don't...don't do this now, let's just have our cocoa. It'll be okay.

[He clings to her in return for a moment longer before there's some shuffling and strange angles as he gently takes the NV out of her hands and centers the camera on his face.]

Axel's gone from Siren's Port again. Since last night maybe.

[He hesitates for a moment longer, as if considering saying something else, but then just ends the video.]

[[ooc: black is Roxas blue is Xion. Due to magnificent timezone co-ordination failure and old ladies needing their bedtime, we didn't manage to get this up yesterday]]

pullsheavendown

[It's a beautiful day and both Roxas and Xion look much improved from the last time they appeared on the network. Perhaps they're a little skinnier from suffering through their illnesses, but there's color in their cheeks and smiles upon their faces.]

Hey everyone. I bet most of you have been down to the block party by now, but if not, you really should—it's a lot of fun, and tomorrow's the last day.

And if you're coming down you should definitely come and see us!

[Roxas lifts a foam bat and nods.]

We've got a really fun game—it's called Struggle, and anyone can play using this.

It's really easy too! All you have to do is take your opponent's balls!

[Roxas gives her a somewhat hesitant sidelong glance before forging on.]

Well, kinda. Instead of taking them, you knock them off in a Struggle for victory! You can also play Grandstander by yourself and win a prize if you can hit a single ball in the air and keep it going for a while. But it's most fun when it's one-on-one.

[Xion grins, and if you know her at all well- or even if you don't know her that well- it's clearly mischievous. She picks up the other bat and beckons someone off camera. A moment later, Joe Fieldman appears, wielding a Struggle bat of his own and decked out in some ridiculous gear. He is covered in balls.]

Our lovely assistant is here to demonstrate. [smirk]

"Lovely" yourself, Roxas! [Joe taps the foam bat against the palm of his hand, impatient, before readying himself into a defensive stance, bat raised and legs bent, readying to spring into action.] C'mon, are we going to demo this thing, or are you guys gonna stand around all day?

[Xion has snatched up the bat from Roxas and is all over this one; she's clearly in high spirits as she gets ready to swing for him.] Ha! Your balls are mine, Joe.

[Roxas stares open-mouthed before snatching another bat from somewhere off-camera. And then they lunge at Joe, intent on taking his balls.]

And this is how you Struggle!

[ooc: Roxas is blue, Xion is purple, Joe is red.]

mirroredmemory

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

[VIDEO]

[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

mirroredmemory

[The NV is in motion! Or sort of, it's wielder is brandishing it in a busy little cafe, and after a little motion photography, the camera picks up on Aqua, sitting on the other side of a table. The voice that speaks, belonging to the owner of the NV, is Xion's.]

Come on Aqua, show them! It's such a pretty blue.

Xion!

[And there is Aqua, wiggling the fingers of her free hand at the camera. They are sporting a pretty pale blue polish with a delicate design in a darker shade.]

It's not blue, you know. It's Cerulean Cream.

[... because in her mind, there is a huge difference. That's what the label of the color had said, after all!

This response is enough to get Xion to giggle, and the camera wobbles a little as a result.]

But it's still blue! And they still look really, really pretty, I'm glad you picked that one and not Mauve Mirage or whatever that purple one was.

[Aqua's grin widens sheepishly as she curls her fingers, examining the swirl of color ... for the five-thousandth time.]

I guess so ...

[Scrunches up one side of her face, as if coming to grips with the concept.]

... Blue is blue.

[Raises her eyebrows at the NV's lens in some mock seriousness.]

Mauve Mirage would have been a huge disaster.

[Oh no, Xion's having a complete giggle breakdown over this and the NV is now on the table. You can just about see the edge of Xion's hand, her own nails painted with bright, bold flowers. Finally she manages to compose herself long enough to pick up her NV again and manages to point the camera at them both.]

So um, just in case anybody was wondering, there's a new nail salon that's opened and they're giving people free samples. Some of the styles are really cute! Me and Aqua just got pulled in to get our nails painted, it was really fun!

Right! I recommend it to anyone who hasn't had one yet.

[Should she say that this is her first manicure? ... Probably not over the NV. It seems like most girls her age do this a lot. It seems like ... this is normal.]

... Um. Recently, I mean.

[Yep, nice save. Smooth.]

It was very fun.

[And kind of painful.]

...just don't let the nail ladies hear you call Cerulean Cream just plain old blue or they'll give you the stink eye!

[They catch each other's eye and for a moment their straight faces quiver before they both burst out laughing as a waitress comes over to take their order and Xion closes off the feed.]

mirroredmemory

You know, it's kinda weird seeing what sort of people the Core pulls in when it does. I don't think I ever realised just how many kinds of worlds there were out there. I mean, I knew there were a lot, but they're all so different. But if you're new here, I hope you're doing okay.

[Xion's surrounded by a pile of books and she has a pencil and note pad out in front of her, but while she's paused to talk to the NV, her pencil is hovering in her right hand, bobbing up and down while she talks.]

I was wanting to try out some new recipes for Kahve so we could put some new things on the menu, maybe some new cupcakes or different cookies. Does anybody- oh!

[Xion's pencil has been pounced on by a dangerous predator! Except not, it's just a very overenthusiastic grey and white kitten who's batting at the writing implement with white tipped paws.]

I guess my cat wants to say 'hi' too. Maybe I need to put a bell on her, she keeps creeping up on me...

[She tickles the kitten's feet with her fingertips, laughing as the little animal as she pounces back.]

Does anybody else's pet like to play pranks on them?

mirroredmemory

[It's still earlyish; Xion's sitting in her pyjamas and nursing a warm beverage at the kitchen table in The Apartment That Never Was. She looks a little deep in thought, and is sporting some fairly impressive bed hair. It's not quite on a par with certain people she's connected to just yet, but it appears to be taking on the forces of gravity and defying them soundly.]

I know that the TV and the papers are saying that today's the second of February today, but that's just not right. It's the fifth, it has to be! I've kept count of the days every single day since I've lived in this city.

Today makes three hundred and sixty five. It's been a whole year today. I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here.

[A whole year; it's already fifteen days longer than she lived with the Organization. It's been one year, exactly, since she died.

She puts her mug down, tries to tame that gravity defying hair enough to lie flat behind her ear, then she smiles slowly.]

A year... it's a long time, isn't it? But it's kind of funny, in some ways it feels like it's been no time at all. You could live a whole year in one place and learn more in that year than you ever learned in the almost-a-year you lived somewhere else. That's what it's like for me. Where I lived before... there were good days, and the best days were when I got to be with my best friends and nothing got in the way of that, I didn't have to worry about anything or anyone and I could just be happy with. I've had more days like that here in Siren's Port than I ever did before, I've got my best friends, my brother, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. I'm really, really glad I got the chance to come here.

This world is my home, I couldn't live anywhere else now. Does anybody else ever feel that way? Or would you go back, if you could?