play, play, play! (april 2013-- game start!)

[terminalmods]

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: 4 March 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

The Digital World had been having a great deal of earthquakes the last six months. The first was the largest of them and had ended in the shifting of the planes. Since then earthquakes happened periodically, often sending new Chosen Children with it. At first it was Chosen that the Digital World knew and rejoiced, but now and then it would send new Chosen.

Today was different, however. The earthquake that rattled the Digital World felt almost as bad as the first, but there was a difference this time. Suddenly dozens of children were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling and so were their partners...

Every chute in the Terminal Room activated while the small Digimon known as Culumon trembled with excitement. There were so many lonely Digimon that had appeared recently and--finally-- their partners had arrived!


OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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Terminal Room (prose or action tags are fine)

[clearhistory]

First, from the nothingness, there is light. She thinks it must be Sora's heart. Her thoughts are fledglings, only faintly there, and so she doesn't think about how it's strange that she's thinking at all. It feels like waking up, but not after a long dream. It feels like slowly opening your eyes, even though you haven't had enough sleep. That's when she realizes that there's something wrong. Not long after, the pain starts. Her thinking stops, then, because though she's initially confused, it quickly becomes too much for her to bear, let alone for her to spare thoughts.

There is the sound of a door opening, the mechanical kind, like at the Castle. Xion doesn't have time to collect herself before her knees quake and give way. She stumbles out of the chute and falls, but doesn't let out a cry. She's still in too much shock for that.

When you're brought back from non-existence and dumped into a room, it's not exactly a pleasant experience.

[possessedchroma]

[Marona is paying keen attention to the ongoings of the things around her. When someone stumbles and falls out of the chute, instantly she's worried. She had arrived in the same manner, but without the pain.

She rushes over to the girl, kneeling beside her body.]

Hey! Hey, are you okay? What happened?

[clearhistory]

[It's odd -- It's like parts of her body are... flickering. As if the data hasn't finished stitching her back together.]

ah... wh...?

[At least she's making noise now.]

[possessedchroma]

[Her voice is laced with concern as she speaks. She's... never seen a body do that before. Dead or alive! But... this person needs help, and she's willing to give it.]

I'm Marona. Do you know what happened? Why you fell?

[clearhistory]

[Someone's... talking?]

Who...

[Ugh. Why is it so bright? Her head swims as she tries to sit up.]

[possessedchroma]

Hey! Don't sit up! You're still hurt. [Marona thinks, anyways. Judging by that data flickering.]

[clearhistory]

[Xion doesn't sit up fully, keeping both her hands on the floor for balance. She still feels dizzy, but her head is slowly starting to clear. She's aware that there is a floor. That she's on it. That there's someone next to her.

But she doesn't understand.]

Where... am I?

[renegadedriving]

Shepard is in the process of fiddling with her new electronics to try to figure out if she can call the Normandy on them when a familiar whoosh announces the opening of a door. She looks up from the screen just as a girl in black is deposited on the floor.

Monodramon yelps in surprise next to her, having been completely absorbed in staring at Shepard in a way that she found, frankly, a little bit creepy. Shepard responds quickly, abandoning the gadgets on the table to sprint across the room. She drops to her knees and checks to see if the girl is awake, if she's breathing.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

God, this girl can't be more than 15, she shouldn't be here.

[clearhistory]

She's breathing, but it's hard to tell if she's awake. There's something strange going on, too -- There are parts of her that are... flickering. It looks like lines of code, glowing with light. She isn't being patched up, since she doesn't appear to be injured...

"Nn..." The girl trembles a little, and then her eyes flutter open.

That's about all that can be seen, though, thanks to the hood pulled over her head.

[renegadedriving]

Shepard's mind flashes briefly back to an encounter involving a very immoral scientist and a whole lot of geth, but she shakes it off immediately. Something is going on with this girl, but it might just be electrical charge from the tube or one of the electronics in the room. Shepard can figure out why she's flickering later.

She carefully slips her hands under the girl's arms and gently pulls her up into a sitting position, ducking her head down to make eye contact. Her voice is softer now.

"Can you talk? I've got you."

[clearhistory]

Someone warm is... Xion is breathing. The voice is unfamiliar. A woman's voice. Who...? Red hair. For a very brief, very confusing moment, Axel's name is on her tongue, but no, not right, not right.

"I..." What is this? What's going on? "A dream...?"

[renegadedriving]

Okay, this girl is together enough mentally that she's able to talk. That's good. Shepard leaves an arm firmly around her shoulders, making sure she doesn't end up back on the floor.

"Unfortunately not. Are you hurt anywhere? Can you tell me your name?"

[clearhistory]

Is she hurt? She doesn't know. But her name...

"Xion." That part, she can do. Her name is Xion. No. XIV of the Organization, wielder of the Keybl...

Her eyes snap open and she jerks almost out of the woman's arms. "No -- Sora -- !"

Terminal Room

[betrayalcutsdeep]

*If she can register anything through the pain, she'll feel a light hand on her shoulder. Soon after, she'll hear a soft but firm voice.*

Can you hear me?

[clearhistory]

[Xion hears the voice, but the words don't immediately register. Now that the pain is fading, she's finding it's easier to think, to be aware. Still numb from shock, she doesn't notice the data flickering over her arms. She lies there on the floor for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.]

[betrayalcutsdeep]

*He frowns and holds a hand out over her, trying to focus a little of his energy into a healing Ether...only to get nothing.*

What in the...why are my Ethers locked?

*Well, no time to contemplate that right now. He presses two fingers to the side of her neck, trying to feel a pulse.*

[clearhistory]

[There is one, steady and present. There's no question about that.

Someone is touching her. She realizes this because it's her neck, that doesn't happen very often, who is...?

Xion's hands close into fists for a moment before splaying out flat on the floor. She starts trying to sit up.]

[betrayalcutsdeep]

*He shifts, putting a hand under her shoulder to help her upright.*

Are you alright? What happened?

[clearhistory]

I...

[What happened? She went back to Sora. She didn't let Xemnas win. She let Roxas defeat her. And then she went back to Sora. Right? Is that where this is? It can't be. This man -- and everything is too real -- This isn't how it's supposed to be at all. Right?]

Where...?

[headup_stickontheice]

The person who lands next to her does cry though. A backpack, half-open, spills out a hockey skate, a stuffed owl, and a phone. Though his head swims, the owner of it reaches for the owl.

His arms hurt. His head hurts. Everything hurts. Is this what it's like? Being dead? He thought the pain would go away. He thought it'd be done. Campbell cracks open an eye. He'd felt more than heard Hoot fall; he'd landed on his hand. So Cam reaches -- though his arms hurt the most -- and holds the little stuffed owl.

Like lightning, he thinks. Like being struck by lightning. Maybe. He cracks open an eye, to get a look at non-existence, and--

His hand is-- Something's swarming around it. More than just his hand, his whole body. He yells again, even louder, and scrambles back, into-- someone on the floor.

[clearhistory]

Someone's... shouting. Roxas? Roxas had last been talking to her. Is he in trouble again? The pain has ebbed away, but it's still hard to move. It feels like her body is having delayed responses to her thoughts (lagging). She's too focused on trying to lift herself up to notice the light flickering across her body as she struggles.

"R..." She tries to unstick her throat. "Ro -- Roxas."

She has to make sure he's okay.

[headup_stickontheice]

Cam hears another voice -- and he hadn't expected that. Then again, he hadn't expected pain either. He'd apologize to the person he just ran into, but his arms feel on fire. He turns, equally pained and what he sees makes him bite back a scream.

A hooded figure, flickering as well, approaching towards him.

He remembers Justin tried to scare him when they were kids, talking about the Grim Reaper. Cam just never thought it'd be true.

[clearhistory]

Roxas(?) almost shouts when he sees her. Xion freezes. In that moment, she is not herself, she must look like Sora again -- still -- stillagain, or she is as Xemnas modified her to be, and Roxas hasn't put an end to her yet, and she's forgetting to breathe as she takes a step back, wavering on her feet.

[headup_stickontheice]

The Grim Reaper's backing up? Really? Cam can't decide if that's reassuring or not. Doesn't he want this? But if death is just as nerve-wrecking as life, he doesn't know what he wants. His eyes are fulling open now, and he can see everything flickering, even the hand that he held Hoot in (he was holding him very tight now).

"I-- I'm sorry," he says, and his mouth even hurts. "Sorry, I didn't-- I--" His heart is pounding, his hands shaking, just like so many times before. "I'll do it right, or-- j-just, make it stop."

What'd he do wrong?

[clearhistory]

What...?

It doesn't make sense. She pauses, and her gaze begins to clear. No... No. Not Roxas. He isn't Roxas. She almost sags to the floor again in relief, she's strangely tired, but the look on this person's face... She has to do something. Somehow.

"I-I don't understand," she manages to say. "I'm sorry."