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[limitless_land]

[What am I supposed to do now?

He doesn't know when his perpetual black faded into sleep, nor when he fell back on his bed--or when he got soaked for that matter. What he did know was that when he awakened... he was soaked, and could smell saltwater. Not to mention he was on the ground somewhere.] What...?

[Riku opens his eyes beneath the blindfold, regretting it a moment when the salt water began to make them sting. What he can subtly make out behind the cloth was that he was in a city of sorts, a few Hearts and shadow figures-meaning whole individuals-passing by... and was that a coral split into two? He shook his head, getting to his feet. Maybe it was time to get some answers, as well as dry off.

His hand immediately finds the SFC and after studying it along with drying off/out his blindfold and himself to the best of his ability if the towel over his head is anything to go by... he decides to make his presence known. The feed clicks.]

...Vatheon, huh. I don't suppose anyone would have any ideas as to why we are in the first place?

[Of course, the local who gave him a towel and a hair dryer for his blindfold had said nothing about why he was here. Rather, they changed the subject rather quickly. It irritated him, yes, but maybe someone else had the answers he desired.

Anyone wandering the plaza could quite well find him donning the black coat synonymous with the Organization and eyes hidden by a black blindfold to match, leaning against the wall of one of the many stores, examining the SFC and its functions as he gained his bearings.]

Comments

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Aren't Keyblades picky about who holds 'em and all that weird stuff?

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

... Yeah, they are.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

So lemme see it.

_[Whiiiiine.]

Please? You can hold Arpeggio as compensation!

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

['But it isn't a-' ...This is going to bite him in the ass, isn't it.]

... No.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

It's not like I'm gonna steal it or anything like that! Besides, I don't let just anyone handle her... She's a delicate instrument, y'know. And if it's not a Keyblade why are you so paranoid?

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[By that logic, Demyx has a valid point. But... He still didn't want to let go of it for one moment. He'd traded it once, felt how wrong something else was in his grasp...]

It's gotten me through a lot. [Yet going on what Demyx said about his baby sitar... Riku sighs, summoning the blade back.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[Ha! Success! He holds his hand out and calls his sitar, letting it rest under his arm.]}

Ten seconds, 'kay?

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[he rolls his eyes, holding his hand out.]

Ten seconds.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[A sitar for a gnarly-looking blade.]}

Ten seconds.

_{[It feels foreign to him--Almost like something isn't right. 'No duh,' he tells himself, 'These things aren't your style, Demyx.]}

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[Same as the sitar for him, man. It's just.... wrong. Exactly like how Kingdom Key and that Keyblade of Heart felt in his grasp, with the exception of all the darkness and bad juju it took to forge that blasted thing--

And Soul Eater comes right back into his hand. That... was a first.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[Yikes! That was weird. But on the other hand...]}

...So... Not a Keyblade, huh?

_{[He snaps his fingers to dismiss his sitar from Riku in a flurry of bubbles, flashing him a grin.]}

So...

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[He's still blinking down at Soul Eater in his hand, surprised.]

That's the first time it ever-

[His voice trails off...and is that a faint smile crossing his lips? Heh. It's almost like it's telling him: 'You're stuck with me whether you like it or not.' and he doesn't mind it at all.]

... Yeah?

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

I had a 'feeling' you were wrong, dude.

_{[Is that a smug look in his eyes? Maybe just a little.]}

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[...For that, Demyx, you get a slight bop on the back of the head as Soul Eater fades back into the darkness.]

Uh-huh. Sure. Now wipe that smug look off your face.

[And was that a slight teasing smirk? Maybe just a little.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He shies away before it even makes contact, hissing through his teeth when he feels the tap. He's still pretty jumpy from Gamzee, after all.]

...Got it.</sub>

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

[He withdraws his hand, raising an eyebrow at that reaction. ...Huh.]

You alright?

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

H-Huh? Yeah--Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

You tensed up for a moment, there.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Er... Rough month?

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

Ah... [A faint smirk; he knows that feeling; almost an entire year of it.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Anyone explain this place to you yet, dude?

_{[A beat.]}

But we should probably get you another change of clothes or something.

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

I spoke with a local who filled me in with the basics. Someone else already mentioned the whole different times bit, though.

[A faint frown, though. You're not getting him to take off the blindfold; already scared said local when he was drying it out.]

...Fair enough.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Just the basics. Figures... You've got a lot to re-learn, Riku.

_{[He starts heading off in the direction of a shop--His favorite one that has really bad hawaiian shirts in it on top of that, glancing over his shoulder.]}

I'd dry you off myself but I'm not really feeling it right now if it's alright with you.

[limitless-land.livejournal.com]

Heh. Figures.

[No ugly as hell Hawaiian shirts for him, thanks, Atlantica boy. But... at least he's following.]

It's fine. [Because yeah... he kind of missed the scent of saltwater; it reminds him of home.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

I'll explain it to you later. Promise.

_{[At least he can make them look like good shirts, Island boy. He'll even hold open the door.]}

Gotcha. I should probably stop wearing these coats so often. I'm... Well, I'm not working anymore, so there's not really much of a point except for easier transportation and stuff.