#requiemmuses

Presea was not amused. Her brow twitched at the vocalized dissent behind her, prickling her irritation. What the hell was his issue? She worked with the lock picking tools at a reasonable pace, after all. Just because she wasn’t some savant didn’t mean that he had to accost her.

Merilynn beamed. Yes, a compliment! She twisted the scythe between her fingers with impressive grace, especially considering that she never really practiced at it. The scythe just felt at home in her hands; it always had. “Guess so.” She tossed it up, and it twirled in the air a few times before returning to her hand. “It’s just kinda second nature now.” 

            ❝ This shell is nice, ❞ Xion states, the object being turned in her palm before she holds it out for the other girl to see. “The green looks really nice with the yellow and orange.”

   It seems so strange to be chatting idly to the female her very appearance resembles, and in truth, Xion was wary of the princess at first. There was gentle beatings of jealousy and bitterness deep in the new found heart beating in her chest, yet Xion found she couldn’t hold such negative emotions towards Kairi.

                                                   She was too kind for the monsters to remain.

   And so, here they were, walking on the beaches shores as if old friends. Oceanic blue eyes that were once looking at the other girl were soon turned on the shell she had pulled out of her pocket. 

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Even as an emulation, Traverse Town still felt real. Well, as real as a journal could describe it to be. The floor felt like he was truly walking on rubble, the feel of gravel scraping against the sole of his boots, although instead of a scraping sound effect, a soft buzz of the digital recreation stood in its place.

This was the closest he could ever get into visiting the actual Traverse Town for now, but Riku didn’t mind. It was just as fine, if that smile of content on his face was any signal. Though he did wish it was more lively.

As he continued walking, he caught sight of someone whom he had a feeling wasn't supposed to be in this emulation. Hold on, no; this one was a User. There was no trace of data within them.