one ✕ written

[lunaticked]

[ it's rather late in the evening - or early in the morning, depending on your perspective, when the following message appears in the journals. ]I remember this place. And I remember all of you

Comments

1/?

[poppetry]

[ ... ! ]

2/?

[poppetry]

[ no.

no no no.

this can't be. ]

3/?

[poppetry]

[ she can't pretend to recognize his handwriting...

but no one else would speak that way. write that way.

so characteristically cold and empty. ]

4/5

[poppetry]

[ it's a long, broken moment before Xion can even sort out her response to something like this.

Halloween terrifies and tortures them all, only for it to end with Sora's total disappearance and the arrival of Vanitas and Ventus, so terrifying with their questions and their impossibilities.

And now this.

She feels a lot of things -- panic, terror, empty, cold... ]

[written]

[oda_hates_me]

You know Axel?

[Sanji's handwriting... doesn't look like his usual style. There's something more precise this time, careful, masking his identity]

[written]

[lunaticked]

He is an acquaintance, yes.

Or he was.

[written]

[oda_hates_me]

Can't say you sound like a friendly one.

Or is it all a matter of perspective?

[written]

[lunaticked]

My circumstances do not promote friendliness.

Tell me, are the item stores open this time of the night?

[written]

[flared]

[He watches the exchange between Xion and Saïx first, but once he hears Xion loudly storm out of the house, Axel finally replies.]

Well. You really like to start things off fast.

[written]

[lunaticked]

I was making observations.

Some, it would seem, take them badly.

[written]

[flared]

Oh, so was that a serious question there or were you just being sardonic. Kind of hard to tell!

[written]

[lunaticked]

That depends on one's perspective, does it not?

[voice]

[risingwinds]

[So this guy knows Axel... His words seem pretty harsh, but Ven's too busy looking at the image that accompanies his words. Blue hair? Check. Familiarity with Axel? Double check.]

... Isa? Is that you?

[written]

[lunaticked]

[ ... ]

...who are you?

[voice]

[risingwinds]

Ventus. We met in Radiant Garden, remember?

[written] --> [voice]

[lunaticked]

[ the voice flickers in his memory, so old and faded that it may as well be a dream rather than something that happened. he recalls a face, too much like Roxas' to be ignored, but he was never able to learn why--and in the end a scene from childhood was pushed aside in favor of other things.

it's like listening to a ghost.

his reply is a long time in coming. and, of all things, it sounds...hesitant. ]

I recall a boy with a wooden sword.

[gravity_splode]

Yeah, nice to see you too, X-face.

[written]

[lunaticked]

I assume that was meant facetiously.

[gravity_splode]

Assume what you want. I'm not gonna stop you.

[lunaticked]

When have you ever?

Still here, I see.