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OE - Training IIIMiyux numbly stares at the parchment in her hands before delicately rolling back up and securing it closed with a small ribbon. The paper looked a little worn with its bright white surface taking on a yellow-ish hue after being exposed to the dry air within her bedroom for almost six months. Even the inked letters begun to fade, making the words illegible. The female Nobody forlornly placed the scroll safely back in her dresser drawer.
The reason why she treated that particular item like a precious treasure is because it was the last thing given to her by a close acquaintance back in the fall of last year. It was the only thing she had left to remember him by since his death, which she found out months later after he died. A light twinge beneath her breast made the Reflection sadly cringe in memory because written on the scroll was her last mission given to her by Xingarder before his passing.
'Play with your Lesser in a game of sorts'. It's just like Xingarder-san to come up with a
OU - AvalancheAlix sipped her lukewarm cocoa from her mug as she curled up on the bay window bench in her room. She silently watched a light dusting of snowflakes coated the windowpanes. Even though headquarters were underground, the wintry weather always found a way to grace the Organization and its members with its pure white presence. She always loved the snow, ever since she was a little girl growing up in French mountains.
Another day, another snowstorm. This makes it, what, the fourth time it snowed this month.
Sighing, the petite Nobody placed her now empty mug on the nightstand to her right. Despite her love for the snow, it was now getting ridiculous. A giant blizzard surprised everyone the day after Christmas, leaving at least twenty inches in its wake. Alix remembered the long hours of shoveling before her friends instigated a massive snowball fight on the lawn. The glass user managed to peg Sixal and Megumix with snowballs until the two retaliated and dumped the younger girl in a
OU - Santa's ElvesAlix was out decorating the snow-covered front yard of the Underground in colorful string lights and inflatable holiday characters for the upcoming winter season. She also enlisted the help of her dual Lessers so they could reach the spots she could not reach. The petite Nobody had just finished putting the automated reindeer when Vendox approached her with a new mission. He informed her that Santa Claus and his sleigh were damaged in a Heartless attack a couple of hours ago and were now under the Organization's care.
"Seriously? You have Santa Claus in headquarters right now?" she said skeptically with a slim eyebrow raised.
Vendox, who wore a floppy Santa hat atop his head, nods. "Yep! I figured that you'd help out in delivering the gifts while he recuperates. I gave everyone else their assigned lists and here's yours." He then held out two wrapped scrolls to the young Nobody.
The silver-haired girl eyed the rolled paper in little interest. "Is this some sort of trick, Monsieu
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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