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Hey is this Roxas?

[ It's been a little bit since she's spoken with Riku about what happened between the two of them, and Sora as well, and seeing the two of them feeling the way they do makes her ... sad. She still isn't planning on going back on her word to Roxas, but she feels like she should talk to him about it a little, in case it'll help. ]

hey, roxas? are you there?

[ A few hours after this thread ]

Hey!! Are you trying to poison me?

I wanted to apologize for the other day. Even if I didn't mean to, I overstepped my bounds.

[No matter that he thinks that Roxas does have his own Heart now, it's something that should be approached with care… and probably not by Riku at all.]

And well… thank you for the ice cream.

[ hey guess who's just been ported back in after her power update ]

yo roxas

[After the encounter with the girl from Sora's Heart – Xion, her name is Xion… and the thought makes his heart ache for some reason – Riku can't help but frown. Her story, or what she had told him of it anyway, makes sense to his Heart, but his head? His head is more skeptical.

But well… there may be someone who can confirm her story. Riku might as well ask, right? Right.]

Do you know a girl named Xion?

[There's some light noise going on in the background, until it's suddenly still.]

Something!

[She can't help but giggle softly now.]

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[ she's been here for all of three seconds (yeah yeah housing assignment yeah yeah new job, less important than this) and already she's scrambling to get in touch with him. ]

Roxas? I'm back.
Are you still here?

The twenty-second clip kicks off pretty aggressively with the audio maxing out on a blend of screaming and a loud hissing. Visually, it's metal being melted, steam rising, and skin bubbling within the armor as glowing hands quiver before it.

Thankfully, the horrid sight drops from direct view with an unceremonious thud, leaving just the trembling hands. They smoke, and there are glowing outlines that trace the impressions of scales across them.

The screaming's stopped, too.

This leaves the last eight or nine seconds of just panting and the distant clanging of weapons before a nearby voice hollers:

"Holy SHIT, Cece! Did you just melt that dude in his own suit?!"

Hello Roxas,

This is long overdue. I could give you several reasons as to why I've been so delayed, but I feel it may be moot.

I wanted to send a note in regard to the unsavory business of my capture last month -- in that I'm aware you were there to help me. I apologize for not lingering long to acknowledge you then (again: several reasons, probably moot), but I did notice you.

Thank you. I shudder to think of how long I would've had to put up with that had you and the others not come to my aid.

I'm not sure what the appropriate show of gratitude would be in this circumstance; where I am from, valorous feats were repaid in gold, land, or titles, typically. I have none of those to offer. I'm afraid I must defer to your judgment in this case, so please advise me of what you would wish to accept.

I'll await your response.

Kind regards,

Cecelia

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