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I hope this is clear enough: to people who know about him, don't harass Xemnas. We know what he's done, and while we know what he's like, it's a bit different here. Threatening him isn't going to help matters. We can keep watch until he actually does something, but don't aggravate him too much.

If anything, I'll try to handle him.

And to the person who sent him that threatening message: stop it. You're not helping.

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Alright. If he had called you, and you'd answered, that would have been something worth worrying over. But if it was really just random chance, then... Well, I'm still not happy about it all, but I'll trust your judgment if you agree to two things for me. One's little. The other one might not be.

... What would those be?

[ Braces herself! ]

First, the little one. Wake me up next time you have to leave, don't just sneak off. I won't mind being woken that much as long as you don't expect me to stay that way, and I'd like the chance to say goodbye. I was worried you'd left the world for a little bit before I found your note, you know.

[She tries to be gentle with her words, but still chiding.]

Edited (I AM GOOD GRAMMAR HAVING) 2013-08-17 06:31 (UTC)

[ Oh, double dose of guilt! She didn't mean to give up that thought. Of course, considering she and Bell left her alone... ]

Sorry. Really.

Just don't do it again. That's all I ask.

As for the other condition. I want to know just who and what Xemnas is to you. Why you'd be the one making this message, and why someone would have been afraid enough of him to make it necessary in the first place. And don't say you don't want to get me involved. If we're lucky, there won't be anything to get involved in, and if we aren't, you won't be able to stop me from being part of whatever happens.

[ Gosh, Illya, why did you have to care so much? Xion's just so torn about everything. She sighs on her end before typing up this reply: ]

I'll tell you when I get back. I'm almost to where you are.

[That's what you get for adorabling your way into her heart, Xion.]

Okay. I'll make lunch, it should be ready by the time you get here.

[ Xion drops down from Bell as soon as she reaches the inn at Ecruteak. She recalls the Togekiss back into her ball as she walks inside, searching for her traveling companion. ]

Illya?

In here!

[Inside the room they're renting, Ilya's voice calls back to her as she puts the finishing touches on their meals. She hums happily, seemingly enjoying herself.

One hopes she didn't inherit her mother's cooking ability.]

Just sit down at the table, I'll bring lunch out in a moment.

[ As long as it doesn't look purplish, boiling as if it's lava, and doesn't have tentacle bits slipping out, they'd both be fine.

Xion finds her and takes a seat with a heavy sigh. Even with Bell, it doesn't seem like she had a good sleep from last night. She also looks vaguely... annoyed now as she sifts through messages. ]

[No, what Ilya comes out with actually looks like food... pasta, evidently, though that sauce looks a bit odd.

Also, Ilya, where did you get that apron?]

Okay, this is my first time doing this, but I think it came out right. It's supposed to be comfort food. [She puts the pan down on the table and hands Xion a bowl.] And you look like you could use some comforting.

[ She looks up in slight surprise from her Gear to stare at Illya's apron, then at the plate of food. For a time, Xion had occupied herself with getting to know how to make food better, but her mind is elsewhere, so she doesn't mind how the sauce... looks. ]

I do? I just... needed to sort things out a bit.

With Xemnas? Or with the people who are accusing him? Or both?

[She sits down in her own chair, taking off the apron, and fixes Xion with a direct stare.]

[ She lets out another sigh, rubbing the side of her head with her free hand. Dealing with Demyx had never been so... taxing. ]

Both. I think.

I thought you might say that. So? What's going on that has you so aggravated?

Xemnas... He was my former boss. Other people haven't made any effort to welcome him pleasantly, not that I'd blame them, but...

But they're making a bad situation worse.

[She frowns, taking a bite of her pasta and chewing over it as well as the problem. After a bit of consideration, she swallows and asks her next question.]

I'm going to assume they haven't done the smart thing and just tried to avoid him, either. So, who is he mad at now?

I'm not sure if entirely avoiding him would help things, anyway. He just needs to be watched.

[ Pause. ]

A former coworker.

[She gives noncommittal noise at that. Xion's probably right, but being watched would put anyone on edge too... This is one of those situations with no good answer.]

Interesting. So he wasn't a very nice boss, if his own people are turning on him so quickly.

[It's a question and not one at the same time. Just how did he treat you, Xion?]

You could say that.

[ Xion's still staring at her Gear, as if waiting for another message to pop up and respond to. Or just expecting Xemnas to somehow go up with a post saying he somehow found this post. ]

Then you worked for him because you didn't have any other choice?

[It's a bit of a guess, but not a completely wild one. Xemnas clearly has some pull over Xion and probably this other mystery person, too.]

Yes.

[ Oh, looks like she's slowly getting back into that "not-in-a-talking-mood" zone. Or the "too-focused-on-my-current-thoughts-to-register-anything-else" mode. ]

[Okay, she can understand that Xion's distracted, but enough is enough. She's worried, here, and she still has questions to ask.]

Hey! You're drifting out on me again!

[ She jumps a bit at that, looking surprised, but still guarded. ]

Oh! Sorry. Really sorry. Um... [ Trying to unscramble her mind. ] You wanted to ask some questions?

I want to know how worried I should be, for one. But frankly, watching you keep trancing about this issue is doing a fine job of answering that question for me, and I think you know what the answer is.

So let's go right to the big one. What do you think he'll do if people do leave him alone, like you suggested? Will he stop being a threat? Or will he just use the room he's been given to plan something bigger?

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