it was crazy [open]

[freemade_grace]

Characters: Jill Half-a-Prayer and whoever finds her
Date: January 19th, afternoon
Summary: Jill's still adjusting to being alive again, near the center of the Gardens. Interact with her?
Warnings: None I can think of.

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[mnementomori]

Xion stumbled out from the mouth of a cave, breathing hard. She sat down immediately on the grass outside, letting her Keyblade disappear. The monsters didn't seem eager to follow her outside, which was a relief. They weren't anything like the Heartless she was used to fighting--her weapon did very little, especially because it was difficult to get close to them. She'd finished a few off with magic, but it had drained her strength quickly

[freemade_grace]

Jill let the song end, and concentrated on the sun falling down on her. Her usual cloak was shrugged off to the side, since she wasn't expecting to be found, revealing her actual form instead of it being hidden like it normally was. She had discarded the idea of wearing some of the new clothes she'd found, instead keeping her old ones for now.

She didn't start singing again, just lay there, trying to piece together what she did know for now. What was happening back in New Crobuzon? Did they care? Did her legend die with her? And who was that filthy bastard who told the militia where to find her? If her comrades were true, they'd make him or her pay dearly. There was no reason to sell her out. If it was death or giving up, you chose death. That much was understood in her ranks. You died with pride, died a hero, rather than betray.

[mnementomori]

The girl watched in silence for a few moments, taking in the strange shape of the woman's arm with only a few blinks. She'd seen monsters and talking furniture; it was difficult to surprise her anymore.

Slowly, she realized she was waiting for the song to continue, and drew back a little. Other people weren't around for her entertainment, she told herself with a bit of shame. But she'd never heard singing before coming here, to the Gardens, and it was hard not to keep wanting more.

Stranger still that here she was falling into old habits again, sneaking around when she didn't need to. She didn't have to hide here. She'd made friends. Being a little adventurous couldn't hurt, could it? But approaching people in person was different than speaking to them through a mirror, and the last person she'd done it to had gotten angry...

Xion shook her head a little. There was nothing to lose by trying, either. She stepped out from behind the tree nervously, clearing her throat.

"Um--" what was the polite thing to say again? "...excuse me."

[freemade_grace]

"Hm?" Jill swiftly turned towards the voice, sitting up. She mentally chided herself for allowing her guard to slip; just because it looked peaceful didn't mean it was. But this girl seemed harmless. Cloaked, with a hood. Interesting that she'd run into another one. Unarmed, it appeared, though she knew firsthand how cloaks could hide them. Her size wasn't factored in, the smaller ones could be the fiercest fighters.

It was her hesitation that convinced Jill that she meant nothing ill. She wasn't annoyed, merely interested. This voice and this figure hadn't been on anything she'd reviewed.

"Hello."