#replicanumberone

1. Always post the rules.

2. Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones.

3. Tag 11 people and link them.

4. Let them know that they are tagged.

I have an older Xion starter….*wiggles eyebrows *

Flynn takes another look around the rez-in station. He sees a striking young woman with short black hair and a long black cloak with a hood.

"Greetings program . . . or User, whichever. I don't think I've met you before, I'm digging all the new faces."

Flynn studies her robe again. He takes his disc off his back and fiddles with the settings for a second. Flynn's robes change from white to black.

send me the name of a ship and i can only reply with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or ( ͡° _ʖ ͡°)

Xion couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t want to, but the truth was right in front of her. Her sister’s form lying face down in the darkened halls of the Castle That Never Was, with a stoic-looking Xemnas standing beside her. If Xion had been able to summon her Keyblade, she would’ve charged the man in an instant, but she still hadn’t solved that problem yet. “Xemnas… What did you do?!” Their leader turned his stoic gaze to the replica still standing and replied “I have no need for a second puppet. Count yourself lucky it was not you I came upon first.” She ran after him with a Blizzaga charged, but he slipped through a corridor of darkness and the ice merely froze the walls.

Shocked and terrified, the replica walked over to her sister’s still form, praying for a sign of life. She turned her over as gently as she could, seemingly afraid that the already weak form would break. “Sis? Sis, please wake up. Don’t go…” No cure, no potion, no phoenix down could save the dying replica. Seeing that her sister was shivering from blood loss and the frozen walls, Xion slipped her cloak off and covered the other girl with it. Singing in a broken voice as she did so.

"I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long.That I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side.All the little pieces falling, shatter.

Shards of me, too sharp to put back together.Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.If I try to touch her, And I bleed, I bleed,And I breathe,I breathe no-” more

Choked sobs left the verse as unfinished as the life it was being sang for. The small Keyblade wielder hadn’t even made it through the first chorus before she faded into ice. Her sister could no longer sing for her, laugh with her, or cry with her… But she could certainly still cry for her. Revenge could wait for just a moment, whether anyone else in this cursed Organization believed it or not, her sister was worth crying over.