Luceti Appointments Post

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This post is to be used specifically for one-on-one appointments and interactions with concasse. o/ Probably because we're too busy/lazy to make a post or a separate log. [written], [voice/video], and [action] are all fair game - just mark the method of communication and the date in the subject line.

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[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ A certain Poppet has a great deal on her mind and a heavy heart, and it's high time she seeks out her dad. It's still fairly early in the day - she couldn't sleep very well - so she'll drop by the house first before heading to Seventh Heaven, since she's not quite sure where precisely he'll be. ]

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

[She'll no doubt catch him just as he's about to leave the house, hollering one last goodbye behind his shoulder as he braces against the cold. He turns and halts with the door clicking shut, and her sudden appearance is enough to give him pause.

It's not that he doesn't know why she's here, per se; he's only surprised she tracked him down so soon. The edges of his mouth thin with concern]

Xion...?

[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ She's caught staring at him, rather startled at having caught him a bit sooner than she expected.

After a moment, her surprise turns into maybe one of the most pained expressions he'll ever have seen on her face. And then he gets a hug. A very tight one. Right there on his door step.

In a tiny, unhappy voice: ]

Dad? Are you going to go home if they make that machine work?

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

[... Not pulling any punches today, huh? And worse, Sanji has no answer on standby that Xion will like. He stands there in uncertainty with his arms hovering over Xion's back, but not quite touching, and blows out a sigh that fogs in the air.]

... Aa. Eventually. [Maybe not right away, but once the path is laid out before him...

He sighs again, weariness weighing down his arms until he holds her, just as tightly.]

[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ She doesn't respond to that, even as a pit of cold opens up in her gut. Still, hearing it doesn't surprise her, and for a moment she says nothing.

Eventually she pulls out of his grip, and her eyes are, surprisingly, dry. They are full of pain, but also an angry, unhappy steel. ]

Luke is thinking about it too. He says he hasn't decided, but ... I know him. He'll do the right thing. [ There's a wretched pride in her voice when she says that. ] And you need to go back, too...

[ She's silent then, one arm crossing over her torso to hook fingers over her hip in a slightly defensive gesture. ] ... Roxas told me he'd stay. But if you and Luke leave ... I probably will, too.

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

--Wha?

[The words come sharp, and Sanji is too visibly startled to cushion them - because he must've heard wrong. Some shitty miscommunication. Right. Of course.]

You mean-- back with Sora? [Yet he forces himself to ask for clarification's sake, all the while very aware of his agitated heart pounding against his ribs, and the many voices of dissent making it hard to think straight - all of them from different times, different realities, and tied to this one woman's happiness.]

[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ The look she gives him is hard and angry and she lifts her chin. As if daring him to challenge her on it.

But it's not the sort of look Xion can maintain for long, and uncertainty creeps into her expression as she looks away and answers him, somewhat haltingly. ]

Yeah. I mean... that's where I belong. And if... if my family leaves, then what's left for me here? [ Her anger slips just a little more, sadness fighting to take the fore as a soft, unhappy frown crosses her features. ] Sora's going to go home too... I'm the one that told him he should. And why ... why shouldn't I go with him? [ She wraps both arms around herself and looks back up at Sanji again. Her father. ] If almost everyone I love is gone ... I don't want to stay here.

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

And what about Roxas? [She might retreat into her uncertainty, but Sanji has undergone a change, staring unrelentingly in her direction. There isn't any part of him that's angry - no, just stubborn and scared and willing to hack her reasons to pieces if she doesn't set up to the plate.] All the other friends you've made here?

Are they not worth the pain and sacrifice? [Is that what you're telling him? Be blunt, be honest, because the lines in Sanji's face become taunt, a second away from frowning]

[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ Quiet, at first. ]

If I wanted to leave... Roxas would probably come with me. [ She smiles faintly, a melancholy thing.

She's quiet for another few beats as she considers his second question. It kind of ruffles her, if the downward curl of one side of her mouth is any indication. ]

Of course they are... I love all of my friends. I just don't know ... if I'm strong enough to give it to them.

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

[His mouth thins at her first answer. Yes, he could imagine Roxas leaving rather than stay in a place without his closest friend beside him, second chance at life or not. Much like Xion herself.

Tch. Shitty vicious cycle. He doesn't like this, and shifts through an agitated stance, both hands finding their way into his pockets.] How much thought have you put into this?

[February 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ The look she gives him is a mile long. ]

I remember what it was like when you went home.

[ She laces her fingers together, looking off to one side, her expression oddly neutral. ] And I've gone through experiments where Luke couldn't remember who I was at all.

If both of you went home at once... I could probably keep living here. If I had to. [ She looks up at him again, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. ] ... but I don't know if I want to.

[February 3rd]

[concasse]

[He nearly shoots back - And I remember what it was like forgetting you'd died, but no, he holds his tongue between his teeth and lets her speak.

Besides, he isn't a Nobody, and that history was a false one, anyway. He doesn't get to pull out that bingo card like it's still valid, no matter what feelings (heh) remain.]

I don't like it. [Hearing that she couldn't bear to live without him and Luke brings Sanji no pleasure.] Heh... how could I like it? [He pinches the bridge of his nose between fore finger and thumb] Hearing my own daughter say she might rather disappear...

[Connections severed; memories forgotten; like she never existed. The lump in his throat expands]

Oi, there must be a way for you to leave - with Luke, I mean. Or with me!