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lighthecrted‌.

This place was somewhere he visited often. It reminded him of home, and it felt like it was the closest to the islands he’d ever get again. While it was gorgeous and calming and peaceful here, it still wasn’t quite comparable. Nothing quite like home, as they say, but it helped when he missed it.

He was surprised to see that he wasn’t alone and the black cloak made him wary at first. Memories were a funny thing for Sora. There were a lot of gaps. People who knew him were here that he just didn’t remember. Almost like from another life. It wasn’t Roxas’s. Not all of them at least. Some of them knew him too. There was a familiarity to Xion, but no recognition in the brunet’s eyes as he glanced her way. Yet despite the obvious, that she could be with the Organization, Sora felt like he could trust her. That he knew her from somewhere he just couldn’t place. How much of his life had he forgotten? Or was there more to it than that?

“A bit of both,” Sora said with a little smile as his gaze drifted back to the ocean. “The waves remind me of home, and the sunset reminds me of sea salt ice cream. Does that sound strange?”

Another way of putting it was that it reminded him of memories that weren’t his, but those that Roxas showed him. That what he remembered. Memories and feelings of Twilight Town that Roxas had. Yet out of all of them, her name and memories escaped him.

it’s odd to be face to face with him: someone she’d never met, but knew almost intimately by virtue of her being. if she did not know him as much as she did, she might be surprised by his friendliness-- then again, she isn’t acting particularly hostile, and xion wonders if the fact that her face resembles hers has anything to do with it.

regardless, it feels relieving to know sora does not recognize her; of all people, for him to (presumably) see her as herself is comforting to know. that is enough for the bittersweet feeling in her chest to dissipate and let her expression become more genuine as she listens to him speak. she gives a thoughtful hum, head tilting slightly as she spares him a glance.

“should it?” to the one who had memories that weren’t her own, such did not sound weird, of course-- that does not say much. she thinks those must not be his own memories, if he is finding it worth mentioning, but whose exactly they are is harder to say (she’s skeptical that they are her own, but that’s not for her to decide). “to be reminded of something you remember, that’s normal, isn’t it? that’s just...nostalgia. sitting here makes me think of things too.” not all of them from her own memories, perhaps; but the statement holds true.

#lighthecrted #( ic. )#(hi!! it's totally fine! replying to things punctually is...hard.)

blue-little-devil‌.

Kaoru had always been a caring individual, often to a fault. Others came before himself in any situation he’d ever found himself in. Hikaru had often joked that it was a ‘motherly instinct’, the thought strange when one considered how little their own mother was around to teach them on the subject. Perhaps this selfless instinct was what caused him to notice the stranger, a feeling deep in his gut urging him to ask her if she were alright.

“You’re looking a little pale,” Kaoru elaborated, tilting his head and observing her with concern. He wasn’t the type to leave someone to fend for themselves, and so he gently offered his arm to her. “How about we get you sat down for a moment,” The auburn haired teen suggested, motioning to a nearby bench. “I can get you some water, as well.”

concern. that is not something she is used to being on the receiving end of-- particularly, not from someone that she did not consider a friend. and yet, xion knows that is unusual, likely because of the lack of a ‘heart’ (and even knowing that does not make the attention any less easy to handle).

“i-- i’m a bit on the paler side, that should be normal.” she protests; skin porcelain like the doll she is, however, probably cannot be attributed to this situation. if nothing else, she does not feel good about being a bother to a complete stranger. she stares at his arm blankly for a moment before understanding what is meant by the gesture, accepting the assistance after a moment of hesitation. compliance would probably be the way she would be of least inconvenience. “that probably isn’t necessary. just resting for a moment should be enough.”

#blue little devil #( ic. )#(no it's all good!! dw about length)

cutthroat-nymph‌.

For the last couple of days, Larxene has been having reoccurring headaches, nothing major, but just something that annoyed her generally most days. However today, while she was walking through the forest to try and clear the already present headache, it in fact worsened.

Rubbing her head, “What the hell? Nobodies can’t get sick, so that’s not it…”

When reaching a clearing, the fresh air that found its way into Larxene nose did clear some of the pain, but there was someone in the clearing: someone in a dark cloak. Anger started to fill Larxene again; who in the hell was wearing the cloak?

Walking towards the person, “So, who in the hell are you?”

The person didn’t answer the question, and she couldn’t see them from under the hood, but that didn’t matter: they didn’t answer her question. Though, the person’s voice did catch her attention; it was familiar to her, and it caused her head to pulse slightly. It wasn’t severely painful, but it was enough for her to grab her head.

“Ow! Shit…I asked who the hell are you. That’s the Organization’s cloak that you’re wearing, and you’re definitely not a member. I’ll ask you again: who in the hell are you?”

her gaze peeks out slightly to observe while she ponders the familiarity; granted, she can conclude this person was a part of the organization, even if she’s not entirely sure where xion knows her from. to seem to have forgotten something feels ironic, figures it must be from before she started to remember things, logically.

she flinches when the other speaks-- reflexively, she takes a step back. anger that was most likely directed towards her is not something she likes to deal with (used to it, however, is a different story). “my name, it...doesn’t really matter.” she is apprehensive in speaking, uncertain if she should correct her-- technically speaking, she is not wrong, but...well, it probably doesn’t matter anymore. she yields quickly, if only not to be at the receiving end of angering her further. “xion-- that is the name they gave me.” now if only she had a name to put to the person before her; she’s sure if she thinks about it, it’ll come back to her. or so she can hope.

and still-- even when a little uneasy around this person, she cannot be compassionate (perhaps it is guilt, really; even here, you seem to cause problems for people with your existence). “are... are you okay?” a hand reaches out towards her, shakily; she is not sure if she is overstepping her bounds or not. if helping a former comrade would be considered weird. “can i help in any way?”

#cutthroat nymph #( ic. )#(psshhh... she's fine. comparatively this is lax to the usual)

soulexhaling‌.

If there was anything that she liked to work with, it was in field work. The safe haven that was the Arburlan Forest. She’d re-discovered the passion of doing experiments here and there, to satisfy her curiosity. After all, being one to stand still was never her style. Any taste of freedom was delightful, and so she took great pleasure to plan ahead what she’d do next.

Gather everything, pack your stuff, double check if necessary. It almost felt like a ritual, where she’d zealously pick whatever she needed, her dainty hands holding the copybook with care. But her thoughts are interrupted, however, when she hears someone speaking up. Asking. Celia loved to answer questions.

“This?” she looks up to the girl. “I am about to do an expedition.”

“expedition...” she echoes quietly, a small furrow of her brows. “so, like a reconnaissance mission.” it is easier to wrap her head around things when she can identify things in terms more familiar to her-- rather, it is hard for her to think about things in ways that are unrelated to work (exploration for leisure should sound more familar to her than it does).

her gaze wanders to the book held in the other’s hands curiously, pondering if it holds some importance-- rationalizes that normal people have belongings important to them and takes care in keeping them, so she does not ask about that. she is hesitant in speaking further, uncertain if she would become a bother. “why-- uhm, if it is all right to ask, why exactly are you expediting for?”

#soulexhaling #( ic. )#(i'm very late here so!! dw about it)

elimemes

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

#1/4 #wonderland!meme #( memes. )

@craxedgrin

a noise startles her, diverting her attention downwards. her gaze is inquisitive, squatting down as she cautiously reaches a hand out-- part of her is, quite simply put, excited to see an animal so cute, if not perhaps a little unusual (as if anything has ever been normal).

“hello there.” she murmurs, every inch of her resisting the urge to coo-- does it even know what she’s saying? she doesn’t know, but she’d prefer thinking so. “what are you doing out here alone, hm?”

#craxedgrin #( ic. )

@seaglassmaster

ah. she falters for a moment as she tugs on her hood-- she is used to eyes lingering on her too often. she does not know how to identify the exact emotion that crosses the other’s face, but she considers not thinking about it too deeply. instead, she focuses on the way the other speaks, a comfort that reminds her of some distant memory. “i..” there’s uncertainty in her voice, a brief waver before she steadies herself. “i’m, ah, not sure. i’m sorry.”

(despite herself, she can’t help but feel like she’s disappointed someone-- herself, perhaps?)

#seaglassmaster #( ic. )

lies down i’m sorry i’m very slow here!! got caught up,, with life orz because that’s how life usually works. which is to say, inconviently. que sera sera nd all that. uhhhh i’ll try and be here for memes this week because i’d love to be able to interact w/ people, but otherwise... i still have room on the starter call if you want to interact!!

#wonderland!ooc #1/3 #and maybe i'll be online at a. decent time next time yknow. maybe.

@lighthecrted

it’s warm out here. even huddling in the shade of the trees, clad in black, she notes this. and yet, this warmth, this radiance: she thinks it is not comparable to a warmth she once knew. that is what she realizes, when he finds her.

she does not acknowledge him at first. xion does not want to because-- she should not be here if he is (but your life has never been simple from the start, so perhaps it should not really be that questionable why either of them are here in the first place). she knows sora, though; knows well enough that ignoring will do her no good. it is something she admires and envies.

it’s like looking in a mirror, almost. she would know this person no matter what, she thinks-- you know him, but it is uncertain if he knows you. her head lifts, a trace of a smile lingering on her lips: bittersweet, she feels something bittersweet about all of this. “did you come out to watch the sunset?” she speaks, if only if so she does not need to acknowledge anything else either of them might want to ask; averting her gaze to look outwards once again, does not move from where she is sitting. “...or perhaps just to enjoy the waves?”

#lighthecrted #( ic. )

@blue-little-devil

she’s not... entirely sure how to interact with people, at times. there is the fact that she shies away, a little, when it comes to personal things-- she can pretend, she is good at pretending at public, that work is work and that, once again, she is simply carrying out a mission. and then there is the fact that, quite simply, she does not know how she is meant to handle herself in certain situations: there is so much that she was never taught, and intuition only goes so far.

“huh?” case in point: how do you handle off-handed comments? casual concern from a passerby on the streets? there was never a need to know such things in her life before. a pause on her part, xion falters; she wants to hide away in her hood a little more, if such was possible (but seeing as it is not, she settles with averting her gaze just a bit). “no, i’m...fine. it’s probably just the heat getting to me a little...?” well, even if she’s never been concerned by such before, it’s probably not an entirely false statement.

#blue-little-devil #( ic. )#blue little devil

@soulexhaling

creature of habit, she may be-- though perhaps that is simply because that is all her existence has known: repeated habits. that may explain why she watches and observes from a distance; reaches her own conclusions and avoids people like the plague (because that is the way it had been, under strict instruction to not interact with people, just observe and report). a silent shadow is perhaps all she has been reduced to.

there is some part of her that is still a child at heart, the way that curious wonder lingers in her expression, bites down on her lip nervously. there are few things she can identify with some feeling that might be close to enjoyment: indulging in engaging her mind by learning what she doesn’t know is one of them. she is held back by her shyness, but even that does not hold her back completely; emerges from where she had been watching if only to enquire and ease her intrigue.

“er,” she speaks only loud enough to be heard-- soft all the same (if she’s interrupting-- all the more reason, lest she become a bother), eyes barely peaking up to view the other. “s...sorry. i was just wondering if i could ask what it is you are doing...?” when your world view is so limited, even the slightest of things can become grand mysteries.

#soulexhaling #( ic. )

@cutthroat-nymph

she does not know (or remember?) the person that stands before her, and yet, she is struck with a sense of familiarity nonetheless. an echo of something that she wonders is from her early days, or if the feeling is one that never really belonged to her in the first place, just another phantom memory. and for a moment again, she is meek; blank slate that subserviently acknowledges her higher ups-- there is a moment where she thinks she could cower in her presence.

“i...” she starts to speak and then stops-- she wants to ask if she should know her (but the answer is perhaps too painful to face, when she is not meant to be known), but she does not. there’s a small dip of her head before she peers up again, hands clasped. “ah... nevermind. sorry. is-- is there something you wanted?” the way she looks at her certainly feels like she’s back at the organization again, awaiting orders.

#cutthroat-nymph #( ic. )#cutthroat nymph

what’s up i’m ren and i uhhhh don’t know how to intro. it’s been a while since i’ve been in a group but :’) here i am! i’m both, anxious and excited to be here and to get to know y’all. all you need to know is i love one ( 1 ) girl with my one ( 1 ) braincell thank you.

anyways, without further ado!!! like this for a starter. going to cap it at 4, castmates exempt!

#wonderland!intro #wonderland!ooc #1/3 #wonderland!startercall

wonderland-hearts

everything should be in order, application is under /app. !

“My dear…you are your own person, we swear…”

Welcome to Wonderland, XION!

You keep your keyblade abilities, but there are some changes that the Cat enforced. First, you magic abilities have been reduced to the first level and your keyblade’s form has changed (but it has all of its uses and functionalities).

Your mimicry has also changed: you can only have one person mimicked at a time. In order to mimic a new person, your previous mimicry needs to be forgotten; you have three total uses of this swapping per day.

Everyone, please welcome the newest member of Wonderland! And Xion, please make sure to introduce yourself to the group, follow the masterlist, check out the open starters other members have posted, and if you need a refresher on anything, check out our tips page!

♢ Mod Hare

#( keepsake. )