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  • May. 21st, 2020 at 6:38 PM
serene
This is Naminé's journal. Currently, it is being used for both [info]wrfinalmix and [info]thecenter_net. Entries will be tagged according to both games.

If you ever have the opportunity to log with her, leave a comment here.

For WR:FM
Current World: Destiny Islands // With Sora
Visiting

Oct. 16th, 2008

  • 7:16 PM
crying
Songbird is dead.

I don't know what to say. She seemed so sure of herself. I only spoke to her...three times, maybe, and every time she knew what she wanted to say. She was so in control of herself, so comfortable in her journey...

In a way, I think I looked up to her.


Auria sent me this song. It's silly and it's taking my mind off this whole thing. It also seems like something the Refugees should be looking up to: "There's no sense crying over every mistake / you just keep on trying till you run out of cake."

I'll keep on trying.

Thinking

  • Sep. 14th, 2008 at 2:41 PM
intrigue
It's becoming difficult to think of myself as Kairi's other half. It's so easy to want to have my own heart.

Wanting is a dangerous thing.
sadface
DiZ is really dead.

As stupid as it seems, he was the closest thing I had to a parent. He was bossy, and uncaring, and lacked sympathy for those different from him. But he took me in, gave me a purpose. For that, I am grateful to him.

More than he'll ever know.

I'm in Twilight Town right now, and in order to find out if it's the copy or the real, I went to the mansion. It's the real one, but I think DiZ left some papers around here that will tell me how to virtualize myself. I want to see where we...imprisoned Roxas, even though it looks the same as this town. I just want to see it again.

I want a lot of things, I've noticed. Maybe it's one of those heart things, to want.

Is this what he feels?

  • Sep. 7th, 2008 at 10:59 AM
sadface
I had hope for Demyx. He was...nicer to me than the average Nobody, and I really liked it when he seemed to have joined the Refugees. I thought he could learn from Axel, get his heart back...

I had a lot of hope for him. And I'm not really sure what I'm feeling right now in light of his betrayal. Having the leftovers of Kairi's emotions doesn't give me a clear picture.

I wish I could talk to him. I wish I had talked to him when he visited Cheryle, but I couldn't face him. I might have been asleep anyway, I don't remember.

I think I want to talk to Kairi. I want to talk to someone, and I'm almost sure it's Kairi.

Oh, dear

  • Jul. 30th, 2008 at 1:49 AM
sadface
I really do care for Roxas as far as my state of being will allow. When he gets himself into messes like this...it hurts me more than he realizes, I think. I guess I got too attached to him in Twilight Town, and it's coming back to bite me.

I just wish he hadn't gone out of his way to make enemies of the Refugees.

Hollow Bastion, Saturday

  • May. 31st, 2008 at 11:30 PM
serene
I made it. I thought for sure Xigbar would follow me. He threatened punishment for harboring Ash and aiding the Refugees, but he didn't follow us.

He's probably busy with the rescue party anyway.

I hope Ash is okay as well. She's given up either her freedom or her existence for our safety. I'm not sure which is worse.

I traded in my dress for pants and a jacket. A) it's cold and B) the dress seemed to mark me as a servant of the Organization. I'm glad to be rid of them, and it.

I'm staying away from Kairi. I don't want to merge. I know the day will come when it will be completely necessary, but for now, I want to be useful, and I'll be better as a Nobody.

Before, I thought that my memory powers were based almost entirely around Sora. But I wonder if I could expand my reach...

May. 20th, 2008

  • 7:31 PM
serene
With any luck, I can keep this journal secret from them, and they won't notice when I join the community.

I want to help, but I must be careful...

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