Phoenix Ikki (
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9th rise of the phoenix ஜ Voice
[The first thing that Ikki does upon finding himself on Isla Empieza is to throw up. It may be due the feeling of being pulled back and forth through a diminute hole at the speed of light, or it may be due the way his brain is drained and then explodes with memories. It takes him a bit to clear his mind, to get a hold of his surroundings, the memories that had been taken and then returned.
As he recovers, he casts a glance around if only to confirm that this isn't his home. He was sent back only to be returned to this world right away. And that's not the worst part of it. The worst part is that he doesn't know how long has it been here. He remembers from others that months here could have been just a few hours for them back in their worlds, and he wouldn't put it past Davy Jones and Chronos to make it be centuries here while it was just a second for him.
The second thing that Ikki does upon returning is to open his journal and snarl at it.]
How fucking long has it been?!
[Even if that's the first thing that he asks, it's not really what he cares for the most.]
Are the Spades still active? [Do people even know them yet? If they vanished and enough time passed it's possible people wouldn't have heard of them.]
Is Selphie Tilmitt still here?!
As he recovers, he casts a glance around if only to confirm that this isn't his home. He was sent back only to be returned to this world right away. And that's not the worst part of it. The worst part is that he doesn't know how long has it been here. He remembers from others that months here could have been just a few hours for them back in their worlds, and he wouldn't put it past Davy Jones and Chronos to make it be centuries here while it was just a second for him.
The second thing that Ikki does upon returning is to open his journal and snarl at it.]
How fucking long has it been?!
[Even if that's the first thing that he asks, it's not really what he cares for the most.]
Are the Spades still active? [Do people even know them yet? If they vanished and enough time passed it's possible people wouldn't have heard of them.]
Is Selphie Tilmitt still here?!
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So I just...have to sit here and...wait? Will it take long...? Where are you...?
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[He has no idea what else to say, to be honest.]
It won't take long... Just let me remember the way to the fucking store to use the Nav.
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*Wait, that probably sounded weird, but she was a little flustered by that comment about getting undressed*
Ikki... I hope you find the Nav...
I love you...
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[Which he may end doing, actually. Her last words make him stop for a moment though, somehow it feels like it has been a whole life since he heard that.]
So you haven't changed your mind while I was gone? Too bad, you probably lost your last chance to get away from me... I love you too, Selph.
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*Okay, now she's laugh-crying*
Changed my mind?! Are you crazy? I didn't eat or sleep for days... I missed you so much.
*And she's still laugh-crying, only it's more happy than sad now*
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[Or something. All he knows is that he wants to be there with her and hug her, for now he's focusing on just that and not thinking about anything else.]
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*Selphie picks up her journal and carries it quickly through to the galley*
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[And they may need to hide for a long while if people are really going to make a sport out of meddling with their relationship now.]
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*And so, filled with a crazy amount of excitement, Selphie makes herself busy and starts cooking up a whole pile of weird looking omelettes with all sorts inside, making a mess as she goes and glancing at her journal every few seconds*
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[Though he prefers to focus on getting to the Sun now that she's distracted. And she will be hearing the sound of two birds fighting on deck in a while most probably.]
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