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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 1, 2006 21:19:24 GMT -5
It is said that if you look closely into the upper left window of Twilight Town's old mansion, you can see a figure standing on the other side of the pale violet curtains. Though the residents of Twilight Town think this only myth, they are very wrong.
Very wrong indeed.
The resident of the room, which was decorated in various shades of white, was very real indeed. She was a fragile thing, with a thin body and pale hair and skin. Her eyes were always curious and deep, never faililng to show her trude feelings. This girl was Naminé and this girl was now busy drawing a new picture to tape upon her wall. It was of a seemingly chinese village with a blonde boy staring through a window at a family eating dinner.
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Post by Hansy on May 1, 2006 21:30:29 GMT -5
A bit of dust blew across the floor, and a creak shot all through the mansion as Hansy walked into the old place. He had only recently come to Twilight Town, but soon sensed a disturbance at the Mansion. It seemed, different, than the rest of the village. So, naturally, he had come to explore. Silently, he stepped up the steps, listening to hear if anyone else was there. He hadn ot heard of any myths, but had gone simply out of random curiosity.
Hansy opened a door here and there, finding nothing but papers, and desks, and random other messes strewn about, nothing important. Walking across the hall, his hand rested on another door, when the silence was broken. It was faint, almost too faint, but he heard it, a scratching sound, of somone writting on paper. Was somone in there? Only one way to find out of course.
Might as well... Hansy thought as he opened the door.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 1, 2006 21:36:04 GMT -5
The sound that was a door opening reached Naminé's ears and her pencil dropped to the table. Her eyes shot up, wide and startled, to grab a glimpse of the intruder. Her voice wavered across the room.
"Who's there?" she asked quietly, wondering if manners had become a lost art form. It would have been nice to receive a knock as a warning, not just a sudden entrance! Nevertheless, Naminé reminded herself not to lose her own even though she was pretty sure that they had flown at the window with her greeting statement.
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Post by Hansy on May 1, 2006 21:40:08 GMT -5
Hansy looked over the one who seemed suprised at his appearance. She certainly seemed to be a bizzare person to be hanging out drawing in the middle of an old, run-down, mansion. But hey, perhaps other people thought Hansy was bizzare, with his Organization XIII robe and blindfold across his eyes. Of course, the later could not be seen, due to the hood which shrouded his face.
He finally responded, after a couple seconds of tense silence. "I, um, Just me..." he said looking away shyly. Naminé was probably one of the first people he'd talked to since 'awakening' on the skyscraper, so he wasn't exactly people-smart.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 1, 2006 21:44:29 GMT -5
Naminé became wary due to the fact that Hansy was, indeed, clad in an Organization robe. However, she stayed seated.
"And who may 'me' be, if I may ask?" she asked softly, her voice hesitant. In a sense, she was as shy as Hansy. "And why do you dress like the Organization?" She smoothed out her dress, though it remained hidden, and kept her gaze on Hansy.
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Post by Hansy on May 1, 2006 21:51:37 GMT -5
"The Organization?" Hansy asked. It seemed almost ironic, only days ago could he have explained in detail. But now, without the memories of his time with the Organization, the only conncection he had to them know was Xaldin's spear strapped across his back. "They wear this huh..." he continued, more to himself, suprised that he had come in out of curiosity, and was now learning some new things.
He then remembered her other question. "Me...who is me..." Hansy wondered, he hadn't used his name. He knew he knew it though, or, he though he did. He raised his hand to his forehead, trying to remember, as a surging migrane shot through it, as he suddenly stumbled a bit. "My name" "Who am I" "The Organization" "Hansy..." images and thoughts rushed through his mind as small flashbacks happened. He was in a bed, just laying there, and that was it. "Hansy?" he answered almost questioningly, and again to himself, as if she would know it better than him.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 2, 2006 18:09:37 GMT -5
Naminé blinked, he gaze warming a bit and becoming less suspicious. She watched as he stuumbled, but stayed sitting down. "Hansy," she repeated, pausing for a moment. She then pointed at the chair at the other end of the table. "You may sit down, if you wish." A smile creeped onto her face. "And yes, the Orginzation does wear that exact same cloak...yet you seem to have no idea who they are, not to mention yourself. Have you, perhaps, lost your memories?"
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Post by Hansy on May 2, 2006 18:29:42 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Hansy said trying not to disclose too much information, and failing miserably. Of course, this girl seemed fairly nice, but he couldn't trust her or anything. Besides, if she knew about this Organization, maybe she was with them, and maybe she had a scheme or something. As all these thoughts cycles threw Hansy's mind, he was just standing dumbly, before snapping back to attention. I'm getting ahead of myself... he thought, before walking to the farthest chair sitting down as she had offered.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 2, 2006 18:33:03 GMT -5
Naminé's quiet and shy laugh echoed off the soft white walls. The curtains on the window flowed softly in a nonexistant breeze and the girl found her gaze fixed upon them for a moment. "Maybe?" she asked, turning to Hansy with a smile. "I do believe that it is impossible to be unsure as to weither or not you've lost your memories. I also believe that you have. It's okay to admit. THe same has happened to many others." Her smile widened–Naminé was trying to assure Hansy that she was not going to randomly attack him or something. After a moment, her voice sounded again. "So, Hansy, what brings you to this mansion?"
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Post by Hansy on May 2, 2006 18:38:17 GMT -5
"Curiosity" he said quickly. He may not have known what happpened before falling from Memory's Skyscraper, but he certainly knew what he had done after it. After all, he had so few whole memories left, they werent hard to confuse. He decided to finally ask a real question of his own. He opened his mouth, hesitating a moment, wondering if he should ask or not, before finally deciding to. "What do you know about memories?" he inquired quietly, still with a shy sense to it. While he was pretty sure this girl was not going to attack him, she still seemed to know alot for somone completely harmless.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 2, 2006 18:58:01 GMT -5
Naminé looked at him with a kind expression, a small smile on her lips. "I know a lot about memories," she replied simply. "Why do you ask?" She pushed strands of blonde hair out of her eyes, then placed her hands in her lap. Her legs crossed at the ankle.
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Post by Hansy on May 2, 2006 19:38:15 GMT -5
Hansy looked to the side nervously, he didn't want to pry, but then, how could he find any answers without asking. "Could you be more specific?" he pleaded. He had known she knew something about memories, because of how easily she recognized he had lost his. But did she know how one could regain them, how to take them from somone. Memories were a hard thing to 'know about' so she obviously had some special knowledge.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 2, 2006 19:45:45 GMT -5
Naminé looked at him, trying to decide wether or not to tell him what she did actually know. "I have the ability to rearrange the memories of a person," she said, her voice rather quiet. "At one point in my...life...I was forced to use this ability to rearrange every memory of a certain boy. The act of doing this and the outcome taught me that memories are linked to more than just the mind, but the whole being of a person. I can't really be too specific, because to do so would take longer than I have. Now, how did you lose your memories? Or have you forgotten this also?" Her voice had gained strength as she had spoken and, at this point, she was quite confident.
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Post by Hansy on May 2, 2006 19:50:25 GMT -5
"I don't know..." Hansy said faintly, far to busy thinking many things to himself to wholeheartedly answer Naminé's question. Was it her, she knows about the Organization, she could tell I lost my memories, is she playing dumb, did she do it, or...is that just her ability, can others do it too... he wondered, before answering more fully. "I just sortof woke up, I can't remember anything before that, it was on a big black building, and it was raining and, I..." Hansy cut off. Quickly shutting up, not wanting to bore or annoy the girl, or reveal anything important.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 2, 2006 20:10:52 GMT -5
Naminé nodded. "Memory's Skyscraper," she said quietly. "I cannot help you if you do not tell me the whole truth. I understand if you do not trust me.... Perhaps there is a way I can enstill in you a trust for me?" She smiled, her eyes glimmering with a warm kindness. "If you wish, you can ask me more questions. I don't really mind what they're about. There's not much I find necessary to hide from people, if there's anything at all...."
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