retrospec | a timely warning

[Terra flinches as the paper football bounces off his eye with laser guided precision.]

Ow.

I deserved that. [Rubbing his eye, he smiles and laughs sheepishly in defeat.]

You're asking a lot of questions. Princesses are supposed to be leaders. Grace is all about confidence, yeah?

[Another laugh under his breath as he shakes his head.]

Still so much to learn...

[She lets out a snort.]

I don't really think anyone's interested in me leading them, though. Not much to lead when other people are probably stronger and more equipped than a 17 year old, yeah? So I'm off the hook and can just enjoy my princess title in relative, sometimes monster filled peace.

[She suddenly blinks rapidly a few times, slowly tilting her head to the side and looking confused. Marina looks up at Terra and squints, thoughtful.]

I think I just remembered Sora?

Strike two, Marina. That's no princess I want to serve. You are so not off the hook. As the Princess Authority, I am so not letting you.

[. . . . .]

Why is it always me that gives you these things?

So––you two knew each other?

I dunno, I guess you're just my lucky charm? Which, coincidentally, is what I was giving to that Sora for some reason. That and some sappy phrase about always being with him wherever he goes.

So yeah, I guess we were pretty close? And if I remember him, that must mean the boy I can't remember is someone different...

[Hmmm.]

The charm kind of reminded me of yours, though. The same kind of shape and make, but it was made out of colorful shells of some sort.

You and Sora, huh?

[a low whistle]

Makes sense, I suppose. And...we are from the same place, after all, so I guess the star shaped stuff is some sort of common iconography? Representing...something?

[But then––a thought!]

...It'd be neat if the dude you couldn't remember was me.

Stars and hearts then, I guess. No wonder they're my favorite shapes, I guess it was some sort of sixth sense from the beyond.

[She laughs.]

Ooohh, you want my heartfelt poem to have been to you, huh? I see.

[She is definitely just teasing you, she knows you have a girlfriend.]

Sometimes, even without the memories, aspects of ourselves mirror stuff from our other lives...Mine definitely does. [And not in a great way, so he'll leave it at that.

Wait, hey!!]

I––No, hey...Chill, Marina, alright? [Rolling his eyes, looking anywhere other than at her.]

Would just be nice to have another person who actually remembers me is all, jeez...

Good to know my other self is gonna be super legit, then.

[Wow, flustered much?]

Heh. Nah, for real though, I'd be happy to get to remember you. You're a cool guy.

...I don't know if I'd go that far.

[don't try to embarrass him you JERK PRINCESS]

I don't get it. I guess Aria and I are just from...really far away? In wherever we come from...It's weird because Aria never remembered anyone else either. Makes me wonder about my own significance and dumb junk like that.

You're pretty cool too though, for what it's worth.

Even if you're kind of lousy at being a princess.

Sora said there were different worlds, as many as there are stars in the sky. Maybe you're from a different world from ours, but within the same kind of... universe? And given we both know about the keyblade, we must have some sort of uniting factor eventually, since I can't imagine magical swords are very easy to come by. Maybe we just haven't had the right trigger to remember it properly yet!

[She grins.]

Pfftt. I'll show you lousy. One of these days, I'm gonna be such a legit princess you won't even know what to do with yourself! So there.

[Terra pauses, running a thumb over his lips.]

The stars that light up the sky...each one is a different world.

I told Hikari the same thing. Weird.

[Waves his hand, like he's done like ten times in this thread because that's just a thing that he does.]

Yeah, maybe eventually.

Heh, and I'll believe it when I see it. You gotta find out when the next local Ball is taking place.

There are many worlds, but they share the same sky -- one sky, one destiny. That was part of my poem.

[She leans her elbows on the desk and places her chin in her hands.]

Do school dances count? Or do I have to get someone to throw a real actual ballgown type ball?

Be still, mystery boy's heart. [snerk. He flicks his pencil at her without actually making contact. He can't help but smile though––it's a nice line.]

School dances definitely don't count. Kids dancing like morons to Macklemore is not a ball, Marina.

I mean, it can be a ball if you try hard and believe in yourself.

Fine then though, I'll find a real ball. A charity ball or something, and I'll go, and I'll show you who's a real princess with poise and elegance and shit. I'll princess the fuck out of that ball like you don't even know. I'll even like, knight someone and make them go with me.

..Or maybe that's just for queens.

[Blinks. . . . . ]

Your gracefulness continues to leave something to be desired, Marina.

But I'll take you up on it, I guess. Go ahead, show me.

Pfff, I'll work on it. I'll have a Princess Diaries style transformation just in time to attend a fancy ball and it'll be great.

Unbelievable, I'm friends with young Anne Hathaway.

Maybe retrospec will send you a Fairy Godmother, too.

A Fairy Godmother would save me a lot of money on ball gown costs, those things are ridiculous.

[Well, she has a cousin studying to be a fashion designer that possibly would do it, but she really... doesn't like him... and it'd probably end up ridiculously high fashion nonsense.]

I'll save the money you paid me specifically to go towards the ball gown fund.

a timely warning

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