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replies are coming, this is just a busy week because i’m making sure everything in work is fine before i go on my two week holiday, i hope everyone is doing well and ily, please please have the best day 🫶🏻

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Kairi let out a light laugh, the sound like wind chimes catching a soft ocean breeze. “Shock Lightning, huh? Sounds like something Sora would’ve dared me to try—so I’ll take it,” she said, a playful sparkle lighting up her eyes as she leaned on the counter, fingers gently brushing its edge.

The scent of roasted beans and paper was oddly grounding, and for a moment, she let herself pause—truly pause—in a way she hadn’t in days. Maybe weeks. The kind of pause that let thoughts catch up with her heart.

“I guess I came hoping for something new,” she said softly, gaze drifting to the shelves and cosy corners of the tavern. “Not just a place to rest… but a place where I can keep moving forward. Somewhere I don’t have to look over my shoulder.”

Her smile returned, a little more certain this time as she met Ellen’s eyes. “This town has a feeling to it. Like maybe the adventure doesn’t have to be loud to mean something. Maybe it just has to begin.”

"Oh Coffee is good. We also have plenty of baked good as well. Thought I do ask you don't bring any food or drinks into the bookstore. Can't with all those books," Ellen replied with a smile as she walked over to the counter.. Taking a spot behind the counter and offering up another smile.

"Well what kind of coffee would you like. We have lots of flavors and good ones. Shock Lightning is one. We also have Shadow Knight. Blazing Dragon, Aqua Shot, and Sky Bird," She offered up some of the options for different coffee drinks. "My favorite one is Shock Lightning. Thought I'm biased on it,"

She had to admit the other's words made her chuckle. "Secret just for you huh? Maybe, but something to note is this is the City of Adventure. Knighthold, where you will always find a adventure, and some kind of adventure to go on. It was the point of this city. Thought wonder what is the secret you'll find?"

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goodnight lovelies <3

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The trees parted gently as Kairi passed, her fingertips brushing leaves damp with evening dew. Twilight Town’s forest always seemed to breathe with its own rhythm, and tonight, it thrummed faintly beneath her boots—like a heartbeat half-remembered.

She didn’t know why she’d come this way, not exactly. Only that something about the Old Mansion had tugged at her since her arrival. A whisper, a pull, an echo of something buried deeper than memory. Her gaze flicked toward its looming frame between the branches, shrouded in ivy and quiet.

The air near it had changed—thicker, maybe. Tense. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it… like eyes vanishing behind a curtain. Still, she pressed forward, boots sinking into moss and soil as she whispered under her breath, “Sora… if you left any trace behind… I’ll find it.” She didn’t notice the silhouette behind the window vanish. Didn’t notice how the shadows stirred just a little too long after she passed.

But the mansion was watching her now. And something inside was waiting.

Xigbar -Luxu he had to get used to being called Luxu again- carefully adjusted his mask before he headed out. It was a slightly different design than his companions, somehow less elaborate and more so at the same time, and it was hard to tell if the animal visage was supposed a goat or some kind of horned lion.

What made his mask the most distinct from the others however, was that it was designed specifically to cover up the giant scar on his face; the scar was a dead give away to his identity and there were just too many people in Twilight Town that he did not want knowing that he was still kicking.

Not yet.

So he exchanged his eyepatch for the mask, and upgraded his Black Coat. In many ways, it bore now bore a closer resemblance to the robes worn by the Foretellers, but if one were to look closely, underneath was the trademark Coat. No one should be able to recognize him.

Still, when Luxu glanced out the window of the Old Mansion and saw Kairi of all people making her way towards house, his first instinct was to quickly draw the curtains closed and disappear into the shadows of the empty mansion until he could figure out what Kairi was up to.

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Kairi didn’t speak at first. She only looked at her—really looked—as though trying to memorize this fragile connection not through words, but through something quieter, something older. A language made of glances, of breaths caught between waves, of silences that didn’t need mending. The silver light touched her like a blessing, but she didn’t feel blessed. Not yet.

Xion’s words echoed in her chest, settling deep—“You know it’s not your fault, right?”—and for a fleeting second, she wanted to believe them. But belief and truth were rarely the same thing. Her gaze dropped to the space between them, to the sand, to the quiet imprint of her own feet as if she could trace her guilt in the outline. She opened her mouth—then closed it again.

What could she say to a girl made from fragments of other people’s hearts? What could she give that hadn’t already been broken? “I don’t know if I can ever believe that,” she admitted at last, her voice barely more than the hush of tide against shore.

“Even if he told me a thousand times… even if you do.” There was no anger in her tone. Just weariness, like a lullaby sung one too many times. “But thank you. For saying it anyway.” Her hand moved without thinking—hesitant, open—and came to rest lightly on the fabric near Xion’s sleeve. A fleeting gesture, like a flame brushing across the wick of another candle. Seeking connection, not control. “I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered, after a long pause. “And not because I need you to fix anything. Just… because you stayed.”

Kairi turned back toward the sea, eyes half-lidded as the stars slowly multiplied above them. “I think he’d like that,” she added, quieter still. “That we’re not alone.” And then, because there was nothing left to say, she let the silence return between them—warm now, not hollow. A shared ache. A shared comfort. Not healing yet, but something close. Maybe they didn’t need to speak every truth aloud. Maybe being there was enough. For now.

A million answers to questions that go unasked run through Xion's head, an anxious habit that has them trying in desperation to anticipate what people might want of them - what they might have to scramble to explain. Mentally, she's prepared to defend her existence here, to stumble through a reason to even be around Kairi.

She never felt like she was allowed to be, after all. Wouldn't it be awful to be confronted with a puppet made up of the torn pages of your memories, hastily stitched together with the threads of someone you lost?

But, Kairi asks none of those questions, has no demands for explanation, just a sadness in her eyes that makes goosebumps rise along Xion's arms. They can feel the hollow in the girl's chest as if it is in their own, the wind blowing clear through them and out to sea.

Xion struggles to know what to say at first, letting Kairi occasionally fill the silence with her own words, her own whispers like the waves gently reaching the shore.

'youve lost him too' - the words make Xion's fingers twitch, fighting back the urge to reach out to Kairi. It wasn't the same, Xion knew it wasn't anywhere near the same. Where Xion had lost a near stranger, a friend she'd never spent a moment beside, Kairi had lost him. Sunshine, a bright heart in the darkness, the feeling of warm hands and dorky smiles painted in flickers of memories that didn't belong to them.

Kairi lost someone she loved.

They can't stop the way their feet drag through the sand toward her, their heart beating a step too fast in their chest. It was still something unfamiliar to them, something uncomfortable but welcome.

"Of course--" They stammer out, voice a touch louder than they mean it to be at first, "I um.. I can stay as long as you want me to."

They fidget again, watching Kairi's face as the moon paints silver light down on her.

"..It's.. You know it's not your fault, right? He would want you to know that.."

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Kairi’s breath caught in her throat.

Brown spikey hair. Big goofy shoes. Tends to see the bright in everything…

That description could only ever belong to one person. She took a step closer, her hands gently clasped in front of her as if holding something fragile—like hope that had almost faded, only to flicker back to life. Her heart was pounding now, the stranger’s words echoing too closely to be coincidence.

“Yes… that’s him,” she said softly, her voice threaded with awe and something rawer—longing, perhaps. “That’s Sora.” She hesitated, her gaze lowering for a moment.

“He’s… everything to me,” she admitted. “He’s saved more lives than I can count. Brought people together, held entire worlds together when they were falling apart. He’s always smiling, even when he’s carrying the weight of everyone else’s sadness.”

Her fingers curled slightly, the memory of his hand slipping away from hers still sharp. “And now he’s gone. He vanished after saving us all. No one remembers where he went—only that he gave up everything to protect us.”

Lifting her eyes again, she searched the stranger’s face for anything—recognition, understanding, anything that might pull her closer to him again. “You said he helped you… do you remember where you saw him? Or where he was going?” A pause. Her voice grew gentler, more vulnerable.

“Please. Even the smallest detail could help me find him.”

She didn't try to hide her stand out nature, speaking a strange lilting language at one of the articles. Without a translator, it made little sense.

Her attention is drawn when the young woman approached, pointed ears twitching as she shut the magazine and turned.

"Sora.... Sora .. I may have met someone named that recently, helped me learn a few things about the heart. Brown spikey hair, big goofy shoes, tends to see the bright in everything? Why, he important?"

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"A train ride, huh?"

She glanced over at the platform — the place she’d just stepped off, boots and all — and for a moment, she let the quiet hum of Twilight Town wrap around her like a lullaby. Familiar, but still laced with something just out of reach.

"You sure know how to tempt a girl into mystery, Hayner." Her tone was light, teasing — but there was a flicker of something softer behind her eyes. Not quite hope, not quite ache. Something in between.

She took his offered hand without hesitation — not out of necessity, but as a small anchor in a world that had lately felt like it was shifting beneath her feet.

"Sunset Hill sounds like the perfect place to get a little lost," she said, her fingers curling around his. "And these boots? They’ll survive. Probably complain the whole way there, but they’ll survive."

She matched his grin with a faint one of her own, a real one, tired at the edges but grateful. "I could use somewhere that doesn’t expect answers right away. Maybe even somewhere that forgives you for not having them at all."

The train’s whistle called in the distance, gentle and echoing through the golden light. "Lead the way, Hayner. Let’s go find whatever’s waiting — even if it’s just a better view."

❛ yeah , exactly. ❜

she's a lot better with words than he is , most people are. but that's exactly how it feels at this hour. the town itself wasn't any different than normal , but at the same time , she was right , there was no pressure to be different , to put on a show. it was nice , a part of why he liked being out so late.

❛ wouldn't be the first time i've gotten roped into a mystery. twilight town doesn't have any good adventures anymore. ❜

he laughs lightly , nudging her arm with his own. really , twilight town could be boring sometimes , the days passing the same as always. hayner wouldn't mind getting into some trouble , at least not every once in a while.

❛ c'mon , i've got a pretty good place to start with. as long as your squeaky boots don't mind a little train ride. ❜

he grins , offering his heand & tilting his head towards the train station she'd just come from. inconvenient , perhaps , but sunset hill was where hayner always found himself when he needed answers.

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Kairi slowed her steps as the wind shifted—carrying not just dust and cinders, but the echoes of desperation. A voice, strained with fury and fear, still clung to the air like smoke.

“GUYS! ….HRGH JUNO KILL THEM!”

She froze. That wasn’t Sora. Or Riku. But someone had been fighting. Someone had screamed in defiance—and lost. Her boots crunched softly as she moved toward the wreckage, toward the lingering shadow-mist curling like dying breath across the earth. A shape—collapsed, unmoving—lay among the smouldering remnants of battle. A boy. Wounded, unconscious… but still here.

He fought until the end, she realized, heart aching. And he’s still fighting, even now. Kairi knelt beside him, brushing ash from his face with a careful hand, her Keyblade manifesting in a quiet shimmer beside her. It wasn’t raised to strike—but to guard.

“I don’t know your name,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “But you held on. You didn’t run.” She closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself. Her heart reached out—like Sora taught her. Not to command, not to awaken—but to offer something far gentler: presence.

“If you can still hear me… You’re not alone. Not while I’m here.” The Keyblade pulsed faintly, as if it too responded to the raw heart still beating beneath the surface of the boy’s silence. Kairi stood slowly, turning her back to the boy not in dismissal, but in trust—guarding him now as he had tried to guard others.

She didn’t know him. But she would not let the darkness take him.

Powers born from the heart

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It was terrifying, it felt like the world ending all over again- there were black creatures everywhere, all he wanted to do was be with his group and brother. And everyone fought their damnest, where did they even come from.

The only solace that had were the fairy's they could defeat these tings but preferred to stay in their forest, which they with the omnipotent powers used to protect their forest and only their forest.

Useless once again. Eventually they were overwhelmed, even with their nigh untiring summons, they lost....one by one they fell and were swept away in dark clouds.

"GUYS! ....HRGH JUNO KILL THEM!" Lawrence released his rage on the dark creatures until he was also overwhelmed.

Lawrence was in a deep sleep, felt like years in the span of a moment, he felt surrounded in darkness- the only protection was the arms of his summon Juno, he didn't know who or how long he'd be asleep. He wished his brother was here to save him. Someone, Anyone.

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Kairi stepped just beyond the threshold, the gentle scent of roasted coffee beans and aged parchment folding around her like a familiar warmth she hadn’t realized she missed. Her boots clicked softly against the polished wood floor as she turned her gaze to the girl who had welcomed her—a smile like sunlight, though something about her eyes hinted at a deeper kind of knowing.

“The library,” Kairi said softly, brushing a wind-tousled strand of red hair behind her ear. “But the coffee sounds tempting too.”

Her fingers lingered on the strap of her satchel—within it, a journal, a star-shaped charm, and far too many questions. “I guess you could say I’m new,” she continued, voice a bit more tentative now. “Just passing through… but I’m looking for someone. Or maybe something.”

A beat passed as her expression softened, a flicker of resolve kindling behind her sea-glass eyes. “Do you… believe in the idea that every town holds a secret meant just for you?” she asked, half to Ellen, half to the echo of her own thoughts.

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"Welcome to World's End Tavern. Are you here for my library or did you want some from the coffee shop. We got quite lots of drinks and treats," Ellen smiled when she saw the other walk into her store. Thought she did notice something. "Are you new to town?"

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we’re going back to raccoon city

i repeat

raccoon city

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WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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WHAT ARE YOU LACKING?

Kairi is lacking:

1) dreams 2) intelligence 3 THAT

` this doesn't seem very accurate ... `

tagged by: @kuloba tagging: YOU ! yes you , reading this , g'wan .. do eet.

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hey look its some of my favourite people making my heart burst with love , can i keep ya'll forever ? okie , thanks, i l y <3