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[ Riku disappears first. Vanished in her sleep, in the middle of the night, collapsing in on herself in a shimmer of starlights. This isn't like last time. No warnings, no chances to say goodbye, no hesitation or resistance. She just isn't there.
Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.
Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.
Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.
Things aren't the same for every world.
Things go better than expected.
The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.
Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.
They've been gone two months. ]
Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.
Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.
Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.
Things aren't the same for every world.
Things go better than expected.
The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.
Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.
They've been gone two months. ]

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It seemed weird she didn't just appear in Radiant Garden again as Braig, but it never occurred to me that it might be because she wasn't dead. Anyway, how's your history knowledge, did anyone ever tell you much about the first Keyblade War?
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I know there was one. Go back for a sec. What do you mean, Xigbar's not who we thought she was? Who was she, then?
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[she's already doing better at this than Axel did, partially because she has more context for a lot of it.]
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I was under the impression the first War was like, centuries ago. A thousand years, something like that.
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[we won't even go into the fact that Ven was around for the first one, that's more bullshit than anyone here needs right now.]
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She's going to reach over to pinch Isa. ]
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Quit that. She's also been looking after a box this whole time, but no one knows yet what's in the box, so that doesn't matter as much.
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[ Like are you shitting me right now. ]
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[we can stop talking about this and switch to makeouts any time--]
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So it was in the game. That's how we found out. So anything could happen at literally any time.
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[Isa's through eating, she's gonna lean on Lea now. P: ]
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[ She's only saying it out loud because she knows Isa knows she's thinking it. She's going to stuff the rest of her bowl into her face because fuck this. ]
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[there's more in the kitchen, she made a lot. now Lea's getting a sideways hug that doesn't get in the way of eating food.]
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[ Clearly to personally target and kill everyone she loves. OBVIOUSLY, ISA. Lea's grumbling as she finishes her mac and cheese, but she is finishing it, and will want more later. ]
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If it turns out it's done that, I promise to punch the dressing room right in its face just for you.
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Thanks. I hope one day this place takes a human form just so you can.
[ When she finishes the mac and cheese she reaches for the chocolate milk so she can down the rest of it. ]
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If it doesn't I can just brutalize a wall until I get tired. It won't be as satisfying, though.
[Isa takes Lea's empty bowl from her and stacks it in her own so she can set them off to one side, because we're adults here who take care of messes, or something.]
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[ It'd be like that one gif of the guy who walks into a pole and then he starts beating it up so his friend starts beating it up too. Also jeez, what a momfriend. ]
Thanks. For the food, not for telling me. I guess for that too, but I could've gone a little longer without knowing. Weeks.
[ She tilts her hand a little. Weeks, months. It's flexible. ]
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[someone has to be, and also why do you think she slotted into her role as second in command of the Organization so easily?]
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[ She leans back against the pillows and tilts her chin up. ]
Man, what do I do now that I have all this information?
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Ignore it? Leave it for future you? There's more mac and cheese in the kitchen, or I guess you could go back to sleep again.
[nailed it. the secret fifth option is lesbians.]
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[ Lea 'hmmmmm's. ]
Should we go back to Halloween Town so you can show off your new costume? I dunno, you pick something.
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We could, yeah. And then more food when we come back, and we can go from there.
[HT is probably just going to lead to depression tho, because of a detail Isa forgot to mention that i added because i'm a dick and we like angst here.]
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Sounds good to me. Let's raid the candy stashes while we're there.
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[we've been here too long, everything happening is too meta, i can't deal with it. that's the best kind of stretch, also. and also also, pushy specifically in she doesn't want to always be the one initiating kisses! gosh. Isa's gonna reach across Lea and get the milk glass, also, and get up out of bed with the dishes to take them to the sink, brb.]
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welcome to kate's emporium of text walls and angsty symbolism
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