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limitless_land) wrote2011-03-25 04:52 pm
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First ★ [Voice/Action]
[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.]
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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I'll just leave the clean-up to Kairi, then. [Riku is everyone's family therapist, so long as he's post-Kingdom Hearts I. :D Joshua spies those whisps of shadow, and files it away in his mind.]
And that reason likely involves the darkness. [He tilts his head minutely.] You seem to be walking a finer line than when I last saw you.
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... If I can face her like this. [Yeaaah, that fine line? It makes it incredibly hard for him to face his friends since it's still there. And... nailed it, Joshua. Right on the head. If he trusted you, he would have already said 'because it's not mine.']
More or less.
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She's rather missed you and Sora. Regardless, I'm sure she'll understand. [Just playing messenger. A shame, but it'll get back to that point, eventually. So, have a knowing look, Riku.]
You've chosen a hard path. I wonder, will you turn out to be a dark grey? Light? Or perhaps you'll go between them.
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... [Low blow was low, man. It's not like he doesn't want to see her, but-]
I don't care, so long as it ends up with protecting my friends in the end.
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...Whatever you do is your choice. However, she is hurting, been hurting ever since you and Sora left Vatheon. [Best to inform him of a bit of the situation now than later. Joshua giggles.]
At least that hasn't changed. Goodness, I believe I'll be experiencing major deja vu sticking with you.
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Mm... [He pauses, hesitating. To let Kairi see this, to know how much he's suffering thanks to this blasted shadow... but to know she's hurting, too. It's would have been too much to handle if he would even remotely let himself feel that pain. There's yet another thing that hasn't changed since between him now and the future him: no matter how much he denies it, there's a part of him that longs to be with his friends no matter how separated they are.
Riku pulls it together, forcing himself to keep moving, anyway.] Your own fault if you do.
...I'll see her the first chance I get.
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Now, now, it's both our faults, technically. We both reached out, and we both let the other in. [And perhaps that's the real reason he wants to "test" Riku's patience. Because he got so close, Joshua's maybe trying to push him away. He can't afford close relationships, platonic or otherwise. Either he will outlive them or they will outlive him. One or the other ends in pain, and if the relationship goes sour...well.
The question is...can he, after all the two have been through?
Who knows.]
Fair enough. Anything else you want to know?
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For some reason, that strikes a chord in his heart; it's really faint, and annoying as hell, but it's there. He can tell because it stands out like the bonds between his friends against the shadow that's tried taking hold time and time again.]
Guess you have a point, there.
[Joshua, you should have known this by now about this particular idiot: once you're a friend with him, whether or not he remembers, it's for life. And in his world? Not even death ends those bonds since the power lingers because the heart never dies so long as a friend remembers them.]
Are there any particular limitations such as summoning or teleportation?
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He's still smirking at him, but it's a tiny bit genuine.]
I've been around the block a few times. You learn interesting things about people. Try taking a sociology class when you have free time.
[Well, then his friends will live for a very long time, if only he'd let them in. Besides, Joshua's in need of proof, proof that it's worth it to make lasting and close relationships with people. Being alone for almost a century and largely ignoring the loneliness he feels makes old habits truly die hard.]
Teleporting isn't an issue, it seems. You're just limited to Vatheon. Summoning, however...it depends. I would assume that, if you can summon something, it isn't going to be very big or powerful.
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Mm. I might eventually. [It would come in handy, especially for someone like him who just keeps on running into sociopaths. :|a And yes, Joshua. Stop making us want to quote Shiki, over here.]
I see... [He holds out his hand, Soul Eater appearing momentarily before vanishing again.] ... Well, that's helpful, at least.
[The only question remaining was if Vatheon would get a Heartless problem...]
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It's interesting, to say the least, and goes well with psychology. [Sociopath Magnet Riku's on the loose. Psh, quote her all you want, it'll amuse him.]
Weapons you can summon are normally not a problem. Creatures, on the other hand, are an entirely different matter, I would assume. [He shrugs, and seeing Soul Eater is definitely something new. Last time he saw Riku, he had Way to the Dawn.]
That's new.
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And no, dammit. :|a]...Good. Though, I'm hoping it'll never come to that.
[That would be the Keyblade this prototype Keyblade turns into.
Aw, you get to see it's baby form. So cute yet evil, innit? <3] New? I've been wielding this for a year, almost.no subject
Too bad, dammit. :D] We'll just have to play the waiting game.
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It's so adorable, just like you, Riri. <3The statement seems to just tickle Joshua.] I've never seen anything like it. The last weapon I saw you wield looked quite a bit like Sora's weapon. A key-shaped sword.no subject
Not adorable; what are you talking about. And stop calling me that!And... wait. Key-shaped-- A full-fledged Keyblade?!His eyes widen as he glances down to the sword in his hand. Does his heart really have the strength to wield- No; he already knows that answer, but does he have the right to wield one and call it his... If this boy's word could be believed, along with Demyx's antics, then...
The emotions he pushed aside in his hell began surfacing once more; the worry for Sora and the relief from finding out from others here that he does, in fact, wake up even after just prior to arriving here that the progress in restoring his memories have come to a complete halt... Anxiety from hearing Xion being here, that she's from a point in which she doesn't know, and Axel doesn't want her to be told any more than he wants to spill it after hearing what's happened. Confusion caused by all of this and getting along with two people from the same Organization that tried to kill him multiple times...
But that's all if Joshua's words can be trusted, and right now he hasn't given him any reason to trust him, yet. But the way he said it... Only those who knew Sora would know that, and allies of either of them alone would understand the significance of such a thing. It causes Riku's train of thought to cease and just... reach out, hoping beyond all hope that those words are true.
It's all he can do to fall apart right then and there, and what keeps him from doing so in the first place is that if he let himself fall apart... would he want to pick the pieces up again? Still, that faint spark of hope was given, along with the knowledge of Sora awakening at some point. Not that it's been offered, his heart is clinging to that and praying it's true no matter what; even if it's just a lie. He would make it true. Somehow.
'Thank you, Joshua.'
For a while he doesn't trust his voice--what if it cracks from the weight of this multitude; shattered from the floodgates opening up?--but eventually, that tiny bit of doubt is whispered.] If you know what it looks like... then what's it called?
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Joshua senses the emotional strain, and moves a step closer in case Riku decides to collapse from it. The hope in the other boy's heart is like a beacon in the moonless night to his senses. Yet, the pent up emotions coming out of him right now have the potential to break him, and perhaps Riku might not be able to recover from that. A good thing that Joshua likes the teen enough to help him put the pieces back together if he falls apart, regardless of Riku's feelings on the help.
The gratitude toward him is something he can't help but pick up on. The Composer doesn't say anything about it. He doesn't need to.]
It's a Keyblade, if I remember correctly. Certainly an interesting weapon, considering how much light it radiates. Yours looked like a merge of dark and light, but felt more of a darkness that turns to light.
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Another wave of disbelief, but when adding the facts together it all... seemingly added up. Everyone he spoke to said Sora awakened, that things were alright between them, then and while he still didn't know what to make of this kid...
Darkness that turns to light.] ...The road to dawn. [And... his voice cracked a bit at the end as he clung to his connection to Kairi. Maybe she'd sense it, wherever she was in this bubble.]
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[The teen pauses for a moment.]
I've no reason to lie to you about this. There's nothing to gain from withholding this kind of information.
Perhaps you should sit down a moment.
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But yes, kind of sliding down on his own accord and into a sitting position. Relief from the hell he's been trapped in, all of it... was a bit much at once.]
I know a few people who would... [It's a little bitter, like a would that never completely healed. But still, if this was what it was like to know at least some hope again, he'd do whatever it took to make it come true. A faint smirk crossed his lips.] You don't seem like the type to build up false hope, though.
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Fair enough. Whether you believe or trust me is all up to you. [A lazy, casual smirk is returned.] I find giving someone a false hope too boring and petty.
Gonna be alright there, Riku?
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...It's a lot to take in all at once.
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,which really means yes. (Joshua minds very much)]Understandable, all things considered.
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Ha ha, I knew it. Joshua has a soft spot~] Yeah...[And... distraction time. Now that he's had that revelation and due to the fact he hasn't eaten recently, his stomach growls.
What? There's little to be had while world hopping.]no subject
There's a nice restaurant nearby, if you're interested.
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...I might be. [Just give him a moment to stand. Sigh.]
Been replaying KH one, and I'm already up to Maleficent. XD;
Wonderful. That brings me to the other odd, but pleasant, aspect of this city. Most everything around here is free. The only exception is Nostalgia Nook.
[And Joshua will lead the way to the restaurant once Riku's able to stand.]
haha, I'm at the second visit to Hollow Bastion. XD;
...Shut up. XD; /forever uses Oathkeeper as my weapon
Nevar~ /switches to Oblivion after obtaining it
/currently in a little hidey hole, letting the others take care of the dragon until the fireballs
/USE TINKERBELL. SHE KICKS- HEALS YOUR ASS IN THAT FIGHT LIKE A BOSS
/SPAMS TINK LIKE A FUCKING PRO, MAN 8D BEST SUMMON EVER.
/THAT SHE IS 8D
/sob, I hate expert mode for those stupid gummi ships orz
/proud mode on Final Mix. Deal the Expert damage, get dealt Critical back @@
/and now playing KH II for my fic! :D /will never do fucking Proud Mode
/haha, Critical is fun. c:
/B|
ILU? 83
...ILU2 :P
Y U DO DIS? :|
Because I'm awesomely evil. :D
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:3
:c
iluuuuuuuu!
; ; ilu2...
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