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Who: Lots of people. I'll unlazy myself when I figure out who tags this
What: Lesson of the Day: Being a Nobody is suffering.
When: All through April 9th.
Where: Specified in the comments.
Summary: Jixsan has already died, and funny enough, didn't mind it that first time. But the idea of disappearing now is the last straw.
Rating: A for angst. Ideas of death usually aren't cheerful. >>

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[fourteen]

[ Ta daaaah. Choosing a very convenient moment, Xion walks into the kitchen, yawning, clearly having just woken up. ]

Morning, Roxas. Morning, Jix...san. [ The name is off her lips before she realizes it's wrong, and she sort of ... blinks at him, unnerved. ]

[concasse]

[... Strange, how odd his actual name sounds coming from Xion, with the way she pronounces it - like an strange, unwanted flavor caught her attention.

Roxas not remembering anything had been the new status quo for the week, and Jixsan could've dealt with it - Maybe. He wishes. - but that look from Xion, who had been his only reliable link and proof that his history was real...

It makes him step back from both of them. And with only a second's hesitancy, he steps through the corridor of darkness summoned from behind]

[perplexme]

Wh--hey! [Roxas is suddenly jumping out of his chair, darting forward toward that corridor trying to stop him. But he's probably too late.] What the heck was that about!? [And he turns to spot Xion there.]

...I didn't just imagine that, right? Tell me that actually happened.

[fourteen]

Jixsan!

[ She cries his name even though he's already gone. And once he is, she presses her hands over her mouth, overcome. Instantly half-hysterical, she turns to Roxas, and gestures urgently. ]

Did you see that? He can still summon darkness corridors! That -- [ She winces, holding her head, then shakes it out like a dog. ] That whole thing was an experiment, but he's -- he's still feeling it! He still believes he's...!

[ She turns away from him, horrified and bereft. ] Sanji...

[perplexme]

[Yeah, he saw it, and he's standing still and staring into the place where the corridor just was.]

...we need to find him. We need to find him, and we need to get him to explain what's going on.