Memories, new and old [Active]

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Character(s): Naminé, Vyers
Content: Naminé (re?) enters Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Evening during Hades' party, week two
Warnings: None yet.

Naminé blinked in the as she looked at the domed city. This place was wholly unlike anything she had ever seen, opulent and glittering. Had DiZ sent her here? But no, that was impossible; she had yet to finish repairing Sora’s memories. The girl’s eyes lowered as she remembered the man’s frightening anger. You are a Nobody. You don’t have the right to exist.

But he was wrong, she knew he was; Nobodies were an essential part of a whole, the body and soul left behind when someone lost their heart. At least, that’s how it normally went. Naminé and Roxas, however, had bodies of their own, and seemed to have no lack of heart—though that was perhaps because Sora and Kairi had their hearts again, instead of being lost to the darkness. Naminé held her sketchbook close to her chest, stepping up to the gates almost tremulously. She gave a small smile to the guard who greeted her as she walked inside, laden with pamphlets and a strange electronic device.

Naminé looked curiously at the things she had been given, odd memories of things that never happened tugging at her. This was all so strange; what in the world was going on? Naminé was certain she had never been here… but if that was the case, why did she suddenly have such a strange feeling? How had she gotten here? All in all, this place somehow seemed ominous, although the girl had no way of knowing why.

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[mysterious-moi.livejournal.com]

Of course it was kind. No one had a kinder heart than him, after all. The young lady was truly lucky to have met him first. "Let's see... There is the Organization and the group formed to fight against them, known only as the Resistance," he explained, "Recently, a third group has entered the fray. We are not sure exactly where they have come from, but they have taken up residence in city hall."

He didn't have all the information, sadly (something he would be sure to change soon enough), but he could tell her what he could. One should always be armed with knowledge, especially in such dangerous territory.