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Who: seasaltblues and rewritethesky (And viiinote can be invited too)
What: Xion wakes up to a stranger in the house. Freak out/Spazz/Hit it with a Keyblade/Hide in the closet?
When: Wednesday evening, just a few minutes after sundown.
Where: Nobodies' apartment
Warnings: Rated C for Creepiness. Nothing too much
Status: In Progress
Past sundown, and already someone was frustrated with where they woke up. "The hell! This place a-gain?!"
Apparently, someone was being a brat and didn't wake up where they wanted to be. But seeing as Naminé was herself during the day, it wasn't at all surprising, just aggravating for the possessor. A part of her couldn't blame the Nobody for staying in; actually managing to stay in this body was almost causing her to be physically sick and lethargic. Not to mention all that experimentation the spirit was having with these delightful powers and Naminé's own memories. If she couldn't get them to work properly on others, might as well make it work on some weak little thing right?
Well, whatever sped the process up. Even if it was making Naminé feel sick, if she fell earlier and made her body available, it would all be worth it.
Very worth it.
The girl threw her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself off, fiddling with her long dark hair all while glancing around the room. It was too simple with pale blue walls and just some furniture laced around the walls. But from what she could tell with Naminé's slowly dissolving memories, this was the type of thing she was used to. Well, almost all except for the desk and the limited amount of art supplies on there. That seemed kind of important to her, but it looked like it hadn't been touched in a while.
Other than that, it didn't look like there was too much of value around. Figures for someone-- no, she wasn't a person-- something that didn't exist to be like that. Just a waste of space. She heaved a heavy sigh, glaring her red eyes around the room before exclaiming loudly "What a bore! What does it even do around here for fun?! A unique and beautiful power like this and it's wasted. Lame."
Scoffing, she made her way to the door of Naminé's room and opened it, not caring too much to how much force she was using and having it bang on the wall. The outdoors and the rest of the city was so much more interesting than the inside of a simple apartment. And a curious spirit is curious to still see the effects of this power on everyone else around.
So roommates, don't mind the summer-like-clothed, strange dark haired girl with red eyes roaming around the apartment. She only wants out really.
And maybe to crush some memories in the process.
What: Xion wakes up to a stranger in the house. Freak out/Spazz/Hit it with a Keyblade/Hide in the closet?
When: Wednesday evening, just a few minutes after sundown.
Where: Nobodies' apartment
Warnings: Rated C for Creepiness. Nothing too much
Status: In Progress
Past sundown, and already someone was frustrated with where they woke up. "The hell! This place a-gain?!"
Apparently, someone was being a brat and didn't wake up where they wanted to be. But seeing as Naminé was herself during the day, it wasn't at all surprising, just aggravating for the possessor. A part of her couldn't blame the Nobody for staying in; actually managing to stay in this body was almost causing her to be physically sick and lethargic. Not to mention all that experimentation the spirit was having with these delightful powers and Naminé's own memories. If she couldn't get them to work properly on others, might as well make it work on some weak little thing right?
Well, whatever sped the process up. Even if it was making Naminé feel sick, if she fell earlier and made her body available, it would all be worth it.
Very worth it.
The girl threw her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself off, fiddling with her long dark hair all while glancing around the room. It was too simple with pale blue walls and just some furniture laced around the walls. But from what she could tell with Naminé's slowly dissolving memories, this was the type of thing she was used to. Well, almost all except for the desk and the limited amount of art supplies on there. That seemed kind of important to her, but it looked like it hadn't been touched in a while.
Other than that, it didn't look like there was too much of value around. Figures for someone-- no, she wasn't a person-- something that didn't exist to be like that. Just a waste of space. She heaved a heavy sigh, glaring her red eyes around the room before exclaiming loudly "What a bore! What does it even do around here for fun?! A unique and beautiful power like this and it's wasted. Lame."
Scoffing, she made her way to the door of Naminé's room and opened it, not caring too much to how much force she was using and having it bang on the wall. The outdoors and the rest of the city was so much more interesting than the inside of a simple apartment. And a curious spirit is curious to still see the effects of this power on everyone else around.
So roommates, don't mind the summer-like-clothed, strange dark haired girl with red eyes roaming around the apartment. She only wants out really.
And maybe to crush some memories in the process.