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[There's a grunt, followed numerous loud groans and an even louder thud. A body has met the floor, creating even more pained groans and it's not because of physical pain from falling off a bed. The voice- Kefka's voice- sounds incredibly strained and almost spoken through clenched teeth and raspy breaths.]

What-- Why does-- Can't think-- [Cue

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[sandinmyboots]

[It takes him a couple minutes to get out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, stumbling in to kneel by her side.]

Namine, Namine, can you hear me?

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[Another groan and her face twists. Why was she hearing her own voice?]

Stop it. Stop it. Shut it off. I'm not-- Why am I hearing...?

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[sandinmyboots]

Child, you're in my body. You--calm down. Close your eyes and focus on this voice.

[His small hands curl over what actually should be his hands.]

Can you feel me? Hold on to me.

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...What? [...That didn't make sense. How was she supposed to focus on her own voice?

Regardless, she rolled her eyes back and shut them, squeezing her hands over his, probably far too tight considering she wasn't aware of who she was or what she was holding onto.]

Why? It's not... stopping.

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[sandinmyboots]

[He grits his teeth at the grip and keeps his own. She's only a child. He has to calm her down. And hope that his decreased desire to wound didn't translate into an increase for her.

He speaks slowly, calmly.]

It never stops. Namine, can you understand me? You're not in your body. You're in a body that's very different from your own.

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Different... body? [Her eyes open only to be rolled back and shut.] How? Why? Why can't it...? Who?

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[sandinmyboots]

I don't know yet. But this is my body and it doesn't work like most human bodies do. It's probably too for you to take in right now.

[He pets strands of hair out of his face. It's strange--he doesn't remember looking so thin in the mirror.]

Are you alright? What music can you hear? Is it one of these?

[He hums two songs.]

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[And oddly, Namine manages to keep still as he hummed, but her features twist again because she can't concentrate properly. She forms as a snarl and a frustrated cry.]

... Bits. Pieces-- Both. Mixed. Mixed.

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[sandinmyboots]

That makes sense. That's your song and mine.

[He squeezes her hand again, humming her song and trying to calm her.]

That's...it's magic and other things. I don't know how to explain it for mortal ears. My magic is nothing like yours.

[It's hard to explain these things to nongods.]

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Song? [She doesn't understand. She's not even sure if she wants to understand. But it seems to work on her, and her grip on his hands loosens, along with the rest of her body muscles. But it doesn't help the headache ramming into her skull.]

[If she had a sound mind, she'd probably regret and never speak of the words out loud, but well, she's far from that.] Twisted... Not natural.

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[sandinmyboots]

[His face twists into a frown.]

It's perfectly natural. The goddesses made magic to be used like that.

[He squeezes softly with the hand laced with hers; the one trapped by the wrist curls small circles over her shoulder. He uses a tone he hasn't for years, not since he wore a uniform instead of colors and lead armies.]

Don't be afraid. Fear will only make the gods eat you. Force the magic to do your will. Concentrate on it. Listen to the music, watch the colors, turn the sensations and trap them. Are you doing it?

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[Concentrate on magic? She was having enough difficulty trying to stay lucid and coherent.

Eyes flutter open but aren't focusing right (everything is a blur of colours and the white splotch beside her doesn't help), and roll back in her head again and her face twists.] Too much Too much. Mixed together.

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[sandinmyboots]

Yes, it is. It has every magic in the world. I know it's hard. I was almost comatose for weeks getting used to it the first time. But my body now is more hardy than it used to be. You can cope. Come on.

[He runs his fingers over her face, trying to be soothing. It's too unnerving, not having magic in his ears and mouth and eyes, but being near his body--he gets little flashes. Enough...]

Or should I try to help you sleep through this?

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Sl-sleep? [She liked that word, liked the idea of it. She didn't have any issues with sleeping before, at least after she came here. But how much sleep would she be able to even get in the state she's in?]

[Namine shakes her head, not sure about either of them. But she does force her eyes open and to watch the colours, gasping for breath all the while, and...]

[Cue a Thundara outside the shop.]

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[sandinmyboots]

Sleep, yes. Sleep is good. Sleep. You have that magic.

[He slides a hand over her eyes as he tries to manouver her back into his bed. If nothing else, he can prevent his body from getting too sick. As he pulls her up, he ignores the magic pointedly (he wants it back he wants he wants) and sings.]

Sleep, thou child, find peace aplenty...

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I... do? [Was that why it hurt? Why her head, body, everything was so heavy? All the magic, every magic, but nothing felt like her's did.

But she dove into the magic again, feeling it pull her in. The only issue was that Namine wasn't sure what kind of magic to look for: there was no sleep spell back at home. It took a while for her to find it, it was hard enough to try and contain all the other magic inside her.]

...Sleep. [And she was knocked out.]