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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.]

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[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.]}

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[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.]

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_{[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...

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[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.]

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<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>

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[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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I'll hold you to it.

[Why, thank you. Not that he isn't still a bit wary.... comes with so many of your pals trying to kill him. He nods faintly at that, though; an amused smirk crossing his lips.]

Guess I still have a reason to wear this, then. [After all... he has a heart. It protects him from the darkness he uses.]

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Don't wear it every single day, dude. There isn't really a Heartless threat here, so it's fine. Heck, casual wear is way more comfortable anyways.

_{[C'mon, man! Lousy fighter, remember? And it's not like he's Xaldin or Saix.]}

Changing rooms are over in the back, uhh... Oh, yeah! It's all free, so don't worry about munny.

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I don't; only when I want to disappear.

[It wasn't the Heartless he had been running away from... and okay, guard is dropped a little bit, but mainly for this one reason- Pulling up his blindfold juuust a tad. Was that a joke?]

...Seriously?

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Serious as a heart attack.

_{[Is this the face of a Nobody that would lie to you? He's already flipping through a couple longsleeves.]}

Just trust me on this one. The only thing that costs any 'munny' is the stuff over in that Nostalgia place and I guess the Carnival now. Not like I'm going back there any time soon... I come here a lot on top of that. Most of my pants that I've got back at my place came from here.

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[Eyebrow raised, man. That was horrible, and his face said it all as he looked through the selection.]

...Noted. And I can see why you like this place. [So much tropical... Ugh, shut up, homesickness.]

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_{[Sorry, he needs a heart to feel bad about it. Ha ha... Hearts.]}

Can't blame a guy for going a little crazy with colorful clothing after being stuck in the same ol' outfit for years on end. _{[Fwip, snagging a pair of obnoxiously shiny silver jeans off the rack to check the size. Awesome, it'll fit and make him stick out like a sore thumb!]}

Housing is free, too.

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[Not holding against you; it was just a groaner.]

Not really- [...what the.] Heh. Though with what you're picking out, I can't say I blame the Organization for having a uniform.

[Amused smirk as he picks out a pair of black pants and a yellow shirt. ...What? It's his favorite color.]

Imagine that. Is it compensation for being stuck here?

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Eh--!? Harsh, man. Judging my sense of fashion without really knowing me, bumbleboy?

_{[Hey Riku, heads up--Gaudy pink hawaiian shirt incoming at 3 o'clock with a teasing smirk.]}

Probably.