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So I offer my life as a sacrifice (Active / Closed)
Character(s): Xion, Naminé, Roxas (maybe others later)
Content: Naminé and Xion go on a Roxas-hunt!Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. We're hunting Nobodies!
Setting: Near Niflheim Gate - Cafe Ersesat and then the gate
Time: Week 18, Morning, right after this thread
Warnings: Wibbles... and depressing things.
Naminé was worried. She knew Roxas was here. She knew over half of the Organization was here. What she didn't know were the details. How was everyone dealing with each other? Timon had said Roxas was trying to get out of the Organization. What did that mean here? Naminé didn't know. And it worried her.
Finding out that Sora was awake and here was enough of a surprise for her. Finding out that Roxas and Xion were, too, was something entirely different. How this was possible, she didn't know. All she knew was that something with this whole city was off. Once Naminé and Xion had spoken over the network, Naminé decided she'd go talk to the other girl. Maybe they could figure things out themselves, like what was going on around here. But it would also give them an opportunity to talk again and Naminé was looking forward to seeing someone who wouldn't give her hell for being a Nobody.
The blonde girl was waiting in the cafe pretty early on. For whatever reason, she'd been unable to sleep. Might have had something to do with the fact that Timon still didn't like her. So, she was sipping on lemonade as she waited for Xion to arrive. Hopefully, things wouldn't be too weird now.
Content: Naminé and Xion go on a Roxas-hunt!
Setting: Near Niflheim Gate - Cafe Ersesat and then the gate
Time: Week 18, Morning, right after this thread
Warnings: Wibbles... and depressing things.
Naminé was worried. She knew Roxas was here. She knew over half of the Organization was here. What she didn't know were the details. How was everyone dealing with each other? Timon had said Roxas was trying to get out of the Organization. What did that mean here? Naminé didn't know. And it worried her.
Finding out that Sora was awake and here was enough of a surprise for her. Finding out that Roxas and Xion were, too, was something entirely different. How this was possible, she didn't know. All she knew was that something with this whole city was off. Once Naminé and Xion had spoken over the network, Naminé decided she'd go talk to the other girl. Maybe they could figure things out themselves, like what was going on around here. But it would also give them an opportunity to talk again and Naminé was looking forward to seeing someone who wouldn't give her hell for being a Nobody.
The blonde girl was waiting in the cafe pretty early on. For whatever reason, she'd been unable to sleep. Might have had something to do with the fact that Timon still didn't like her. So, she was sipping on lemonade as she waited for Xion to arrive. Hopefully, things wouldn't be too weird now.
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Naminé noticed Xion reaching out to Roxas and so the blonde girl clasped her hands in front of her and found herself wishing she had a friend. Her thoughts trailed off to Sora and she wondered if he'd-
No... it was best not to even think about that.
"Come on. I'll take you to where I'm staying. But... I need you both to promise you won't talk about where it is. Please." Naminé could only imagine the horrors she'd experience if Marluxia or any of the Organization found where she was staying. It wouldn't be good at all.
"The memories have to be somewhere," she murmured, as she turned and began to lead the way to where she lived with Timon and Simba. "I don't think anyone else can erase completely..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about it and her fingers tightened over the sack she still held. "Oh... Roxas... this is yours." Naminé held it out to him, even as they walked. "I think we should leave the coat inside for now."