Riku ("Ansem") (
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Characters: Riku and open!
Setting: [A] Backdated to 24th January, Floor 25; [B] 5th February, first Floor 81-100, then Floor 62; [C] 5th February, Floor 43, Nighttime
Format: Action to start; I'll match though
Summary: In which Riku: masters his Darkness for good, explores some new floors and takes the nightshift of his new job
Warnings: Some violence in [C] possibly? Will add as needed.
[A - Backdated to 24th January, Floor 25]
[Riku has done some thinking about certain Jason-induced hallucinations over the course of the last week (after avoiding thinking for the topic for a while, because really, does it matter? (yes, it does)).
It's a bit troubling that after all he's said and thought about not being afraid of Darkness (be it his own, or be it Xehanort's), he's still been sent into a panicked frenzy by the idea of the Heartless' Darkness growing inside him once again. There's only so much of that that he can blame on the sickness itself.
The more he thinks about it, the more certain he becomes - as much as he hates to admit it, he has been afraid, deep down. Of Xehanort, of his Darkness inside him, of losing all that he hadn't hoped to find again, of what he's gained ever since locking Ansem away in August.
Ultimately, it's that fear of losing it all again - the freedom of being himself, of not having to worry about the dark shards festering in his Heart, of the tentative hope to return to Destiny Islands one day after all - that's been holding him back, he thinks now, sitting right at his spot on the Meadow Floor, frowning down at the palm of his hand.
It's that fear that has restricted his use of Darkness, he's realized.
He's been too sure of himself, too certain of his knowledge and acceptance of himself, he thinks with a self-ironic smile, taking a deep breath as he goes into himself, not pushing that fear away, but acknowledging it; embracing it.
His own fears are nothing to be ashamed or afraid off.
It's with that feeling that he lifts his left hand, fingers waving in a long absent gesture, dark flames springing from the patch of earth before him and forming into a Corridor of Darkness.
There's a satisfied grin spreading over Riku's face, even before he opens his eyes and rises from the floor - it's been months since he's been able to create one and there have been more than one situations when he had wished he had been (first of all when Xion had been...).
Well... he has them back now. From now on, trapping him in one place won't be quite as easy.]
[B - 5th February, Floor 81-100, later Floor 62]
[There are lots of new floors now, and Riku's been spending his days with exploring them one by one - slowly, carefully. He has no desire to get himself killed by being careless. (Being able to escape on short notice again, if there's need to certainly is a perk). Today is certainly no different - he can be run into anywhere in between Floors Eighty-One and One-Hundred.
Sometimes later that day he finds himself drawn back to a different floor - it's not really a favorite, but it calls to him (though... he himself isn't really surprised by that). He can be found sitting at the beach, just close enough to the water, so that the waves wash over his shoes, eyes closed as he listens to the sounds of the ocean.
The waves still sound the same.
And if he closes his eyes for just a moment he can imagine not being in the tower, but back home, back on their islands. He - they - will be. One day.
He just has to cling to it.
(Still, he wonders just when he's accepted that he really does want to go back, that it has become a possibility once more now.)]
[C - 5th February, Floor 43, Nighttime]
[Being out and about during the time is hardly something new to Riku - he's spent his nights plenty times outside of bed, fighting monsters, checking on certain rooms and the likes. He is new to this assignment though - he had never signed up for or a tower job, or been assigned one... not until now at least.
At least it seems like a bearable position, he thinks as he settles back in one of the corners of the room; one that allows him to watch both the (empty) cells and the entrances to this floor. Highwind flutters a few rounds through the space before the cells before zipping back to him and settling on top of his head, the usually overly cheerful Dream Eater, maybe just a little subdued.
Riku reaches up to scratch his cheek with a faint smile - things would become 'exciting' quickly enough the moment a monster or ten decides to pay them a visit. But even with occasional monster battles, they are probably in for a long night.]
Setting: [A] Backdated to 24th January, Floor 25; [B] 5th February, first Floor 81-100, then Floor 62; [C] 5th February, Floor 43, Nighttime
Format: Action to start; I'll match though
Summary: In which Riku: masters his Darkness for good, explores some new floors and takes the nightshift of his new job
Warnings: Some violence in [C] possibly? Will add as needed.
[A - Backdated to 24th January, Floor 25]
[Riku has done some thinking about certain Jason-induced hallucinations over the course of the last week (after avoiding thinking for the topic for a while, because really, does it matter? (yes, it does)).
It's a bit troubling that after all he's said and thought about not being afraid of Darkness (be it his own, or be it Xehanort's), he's still been sent into a panicked frenzy by the idea of the Heartless' Darkness growing inside him once again. There's only so much of that that he can blame on the sickness itself.
The more he thinks about it, the more certain he becomes - as much as he hates to admit it, he has been afraid, deep down. Of Xehanort, of his Darkness inside him, of losing all that he hadn't hoped to find again, of what he's gained ever since locking Ansem away in August.
Ultimately, it's that fear of losing it all again - the freedom of being himself, of not having to worry about the dark shards festering in his Heart, of the tentative hope to return to Destiny Islands one day after all - that's been holding him back, he thinks now, sitting right at his spot on the Meadow Floor, frowning down at the palm of his hand.
It's that fear that has restricted his use of Darkness, he's realized.
He's been too sure of himself, too certain of his knowledge and acceptance of himself, he thinks with a self-ironic smile, taking a deep breath as he goes into himself, not pushing that fear away, but acknowledging it; embracing it.
His own fears are nothing to be ashamed or afraid off.
It's with that feeling that he lifts his left hand, fingers waving in a long absent gesture, dark flames springing from the patch of earth before him and forming into a Corridor of Darkness.
There's a satisfied grin spreading over Riku's face, even before he opens his eyes and rises from the floor - it's been months since he's been able to create one and there have been more than one situations when he had wished he had been (first of all when Xion had been...).
Well... he has them back now. From now on, trapping him in one place won't be quite as easy.]
[B - 5th February, Floor 81-100, later Floor 62]
[There are lots of new floors now, and Riku's been spending his days with exploring them one by one - slowly, carefully. He has no desire to get himself killed by being careless. (Being able to escape on short notice again, if there's need to certainly is a perk). Today is certainly no different - he can be run into anywhere in between Floors Eighty-One and One-Hundred.
Sometimes later that day he finds himself drawn back to a different floor - it's not really a favorite, but it calls to him (though... he himself isn't really surprised by that). He can be found sitting at the beach, just close enough to the water, so that the waves wash over his shoes, eyes closed as he listens to the sounds of the ocean.
The waves still sound the same.
And if he closes his eyes for just a moment he can imagine not being in the tower, but back home, back on their islands. He - they - will be. One day.
He just has to cling to it.
(Still, he wonders just when he's accepted that he really does want to go back, that it has become a possibility once more now.)]
[C - 5th February, Floor 43, Nighttime]
[Being out and about during the time is hardly something new to Riku - he's spent his nights plenty times outside of bed, fighting monsters, checking on certain rooms and the likes. He is new to this assignment though - he had never signed up for or a tower job, or been assigned one... not until now at least.
At least it seems like a bearable position, he thinks as he settles back in one of the corners of the room; one that allows him to watch both the (empty) cells and the entrances to this floor. Highwind flutters a few rounds through the space before the cells before zipping back to him and settling on top of his head, the usually overly cheerful Dream Eater, maybe just a little subdued.
Riku reaches up to scratch his cheek with a faint smile - things would become 'exciting' quickly enough the moment a monster or ten decides to pay them a visit. But even with occasional monster battles, they are probably in for a long night.]

A
And no, it wasn't the guy suddenly grinning at his accomplishment.
He'd been watching for a bit, mainly because he was going to practice here (maybe try to learn something on his own and not Riku's or Zexion's) when he stumbled upon his real thing's scent. So he hung back. At least until that Corridor flickered to life. So he'd finally gotten over it, huh.]
It's about time. [Seriously, who'd want a coward for an original? He doesn't, this smirks when he lowers the hood.] I wondered how long you were going to cower this time.
[At least he tried expressing it without a golf clap?]
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...Who is he planing to shadow?
Read, should the Real Thing be worried?>.>He turns his head towards the source of that jab, but reacts with nothing aside of a raised eyebrow and a shrug - he's not going to let this moment be ruined for him and somebody needs to be the mature one here anyways.]
Everyone's got their own pace.
[And so maybe Riku has been dragging his feet on this. He's figured it out for himself, and that's all that matters.]
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which took a long while!And not really; he's just a bit paranoid with what he knows and doesn't know involving a wedding.
Maybe but not for the reasons one is likely thinking.>.>;Rep merely shrugs it off. Really, not his fault he hasn't learned tact yet. Working on the self-preservation, first. Really, he's just been wondering what had kept him back nearly at the same point of denial that he barely remembered him being in when they first met.]
Yeah, yeah. [He smirks.] Just don't make your bat friend freak out so much if you decide to skip up again.
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...Don't get in over your head, kid.
He's trusting here and he will worry, if you give him reason to. Don't make him take you off that Can-Take-Care-Of-Themselves-No-Need-For-Closer-Stalking-Of-Activities-List. >.>Yes, self-preservation is good. They'll get to tact in time. Maybe he'll ask Naminé to cover those particular lessons even. And well... given certain things, the other is given lenience on the maturity thing. For now anyways.
He winces just barely at that, then nods determined. Yeah... he can do without ever having a repeat of that particular situation.]
I don't plan to.
[Freak out Highwind or just skip up on anybody. Or at least not his bat pet.
It's a large improvement from wanting to kill him to prove his existence and Riku takes what he can get?...Speaking of which.]
...Thank you, by the way.
[For helping Highwind. For dragging him back. For sitting on him and making sure that his hallucination induced panic doesn't get him killed.]
A
Really, for such an ominous place, she hasn't run into any danger yet. Of course, she doesn't realize that it's because she hasn't even touched upon a tiny fragment of the tower's full size but what with everyone's descriptions she'd assumed that if she took even one step she'd be torn asunder. That said, she's not even really taking any of it in, she's just zipping along carelessly without really looking.
That changes when she enters floor 25, however. For a moment, she's about to pass it up, flying up the stairs as quickly as all the others, but then a flash of black and the familiar sound of magic catches her. She pauses, then hovers down, alighting on the ground and sizing up the boy in charge, even as he grins to himself over his accomplishment. Casually she speaks up, leaning on her broomstick with a cheeky smile.]
Nice magic there, ze. Mind telling me what kind of spell that is?
B The beach! :D
However, a familiar boy sitting on the sand catches her attention. She decides to come and join him!
....Except she trips on the way down, falling on her face and scattering sand all over. Hopefully, none of it lands on Riku's face?]
I'm very late, so, so sorry. orz
He turns his head sharply when he hears the sound of her tripping, not so much minding the sand – he is more than used to it getting everywhere – but frowning a bit worriedly. She really is even more clumsy than Sora, huh?]
…Are you alright, Colette?
S'ok! <3
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Don't worry about it.
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Kinda cold for a visit to the beach, ain't it?
I'm so very, very sorry that I didn't get to this until now. orz
A bit. I wouldn’t want to go for a swim anyways though.
[It’s definitely way too cold for that after all. He can sit here for a while and listen to the sounds that remind him so much of home though, even if it means being a little cold.]
no worries, it happens!
[But despite her warnings, she sits down in the sand a few feet away from him.]
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Oh? Why's that?
[He is a pretty good swimmer after all.]
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It's fine! <3
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B
But some weren't so bad. Like this one, Taiki, Sanshi and Gohran were walking along the sea line. Gohran was in the form of a puppy and ran in and out of the water.
He saw Riku and gave him a tiny smile and a wave.
....I'm so, so sorry about the late. orz
“…I’d say they are enjoying the beach.”
Highwind probably would too, once he got around bringing him here.
No worries!
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"Playing the part must be pretty fun."
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B - Stairwell Floor 86
This wasn't something to be exploring lightly so Sephiroth returned to the relative safety of the stairwell just as Riku was coming up the stairs to this level.]
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He's tried not to think of the darkness lately. The lack of nightmares courtesy of his Dream Eater have helped in that regard, but seeing his double use it out of the blue...
It makes him wonder.
And so he wanders closer, slipping up from the side.]
Going somewhere?
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He smiles when he sees his double approaching - as far as he is concerned this Dark Corridor is a good thing, really! - and cheerfully shrugs at the question, because well...]
Nah. [And with an almost careless gesture of his hand he dismisses the portal as easily as he had called on it.] Just making sure that I can go somewhere, if I wanted to.
[That is, after all, the point of this particular power.]
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[Pardon his skepticism. It's just so surreal to see his double so relaxed about using the darkness... Isn't it harmful to his heart?]
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Well... now, things are different in ways he can't quite even begin to describe.]
Safest Corridor I've ever made.
[It's made of his own power after all, made with the knowledge of just what it was fueled by. He's spent too much time trying to fool himself in the last few months.]
C
He was just planning on walking past the major monster floors, but when he spots Highwind, he pauses for a moment, smiling at the Dream Eater. And then he spots Riku, and, after meeting a copy of him, Ryoji's certain this is the same one.]
Hi, Riku-kun!
Sorry for the late. orz
He relaxes some when he spots Ryoji, though for a second confusion flashes over his face when he's recognized. But of course... now with four people sharing the same face and three of them sharing the same name (though one of them not entirely deserved, but he'll leave that issue for his true double to solve), this will happen more often, he supposes.
Ryoji may find this particular incarnation of 'Riku' a bit different from the others - taller, darker, older (by at least a year, if not two, depending on who he has met) and maybe just a tad more serious overall (and also the only long haired one in the bunch). He doesn't find it quite that easy to joke around with strangers anymore as he once has.
Still, he manages a polite nod in return.]
Greetings,...?
It's no problem!
Ah, sorry. We must not have met before. It's getting difficult to tell you all apart...
I'm Ryoji Mochizuki. Hope you don't mind, but I was just wondering about the bat. It looks pretty cute.
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