003 | ❝Just Wondering...❞

[acceptedoblivion]

Characters: [OU] Riku Replica and anyone!
Setting: Dorm 2-14 (Roommates only), Option 1: Floor 3, option 2: Night, anywhere
Format: Starting in action, but I'll match you to the best of my ability.
Summary: Rep is surfacing from lying low after certain events and kind of tired of a few certain someones hounding him to get a name already.
Warnings: None currently.

[It had been some time since the events in the Dark World, the Illusionary Room especially. Self-preservation wasn't really something he had normally, but being continually harrassed by people who just didn't get it was something he'd rather avoid. Especially after what he can remember clearly from before this place.

...Which is probably why he is still so quick to try and leave even the dorm room again, considering at least one of his roommates is likely still less-than-pleased and he really doesn't have the patience. But then, his luck stats are in the negative.]

Option 1 - Floor 3

[After one rather short corridor trip and getting his foot stuck in a wall a total of zero times (it's a new feat, okay), he made his way to the library with only one thought in mind: find something on names. Not many he knew from home were good at naming things, so like he was going to ask them or even bring it up. Especially after he refused to pick one before.

This was something he should do on his own. Which is why he picked a book from the shelves and quietly started flipping through the pages.]

Option 2 - Anywhere, night!

[...At least until the metaphorical sun goes down. Instead he's out in the dark, just practicing magic at first. It didn't come as naturally as darkness, which is probably why even the sparks he makes is laced with it. But hey, it gets the job done. He just hopes he can lure monsters into a trap and see how they like being sliced by two blades instead of one. Creating secondary weapons from darkness was fun.]

Comments

[acceptedoblivion]

[And this is the third time today he's come across someone he recognizes while trying to find something on his own.Though at least he's fine with this one. Heck, for a half a second, he doesn't seem nearly as angry or jumpy as he normally is.]

...Hey. [It doesn't mean it's any less awkward, much less for the last time they ran into each other. Or he's any less focused on the pages in front of him.]

[withak]

May I ask what you're reading?

[Not 'what are you reading' - the difference is subtle but present.]

[acceptedoblivion]

[Rep shrugs. Sure, he could ask. Didn't exactly mean he'd answer--ok no.

He lifts it up just slightly, making the cover a little easier to see. A book on names?]

[withak]

Looks interesting. Have you found any you like?

[acceptedoblivion]

Not yet.

[Three books and still no luck. ...He's almost considering sticking with a certain name someone tried to give him back in December.]

[withak]

I hope you find one that clicks. I wouldn't really know what it feels like to not have a name, but...

[It's probably not pleasant.]

[acceptedoblivion]

I will. [eventually] And it isn't too bad; just confusing for those who can't tell some differences.

[Not really pleasant, no... but likely not for the reason Katsuya is thinking.]

[withak]

Are there people who look like you in the tower?

[They surely aren't the same person, because that would be silly.]

[acceptedoblivion]

Three. Though it would be more accurate to say that I look like them.

[ha haha...]

[withak]

You're the youngest then.

[acceptedoblivion]

Technically. ...though I'm not sure about the other "me".

[It's Complicated and they are reeeeaaally close in age.]

[withak]

[It's Complicated, and Katsuya decides not to ask too much further.]

Well, I'll tell them not to give your face a bad reputation.

[acceptedoblivion]

[...Okay yeah, that? That earns a laugh. You are saying this to the Replica of the poster candidate of "look at your life, look at your choices."]

Ah, that's rich. [He smirks.] A little late, Katsuya. I don't think most of us know what a good reputation is.

[He is no saint, Suou... just a self-depreciating jerk who looks out for only those few he cares about.]

[withak]

Never too late to learn... but I'll take your word for it.

[You're going to make him worry about you :<]

[acceptedoblivion]

Maybe you're right.

[ew worry, no we keed. it'd probably be well founded regardless.]

[withak]

It's good to hear that when nothing immediately terrible has happened.

[acceptedoblivion]

...Ah, right. You werent thrown into that mess in the "dark world" earlier.

[withak]

No... I wasn't. What happened?

[acceptedoblivion]

[He gives Katsuya a Look, putting down the book on the table and casually beginning to walk away. He doesn't trust saying it in public, especially when they can overhear. So he can either follow, or wait for a message in his mailbox.]

That...you'll have to ask one of the goody two shoes. Half the tower was dragged in; I'm sure you'll find someone to ask.

[withak]

[Katsuya follows him without hesitation. Who would he even begin to ask anyway?]

I don't trust their opinion of it as much as I trust yours.

[acceptedoblivion]

[Rep inwardly groans. Alright, you know what? He's just going to open a path to the bathrooms and throw his black coat at Katsuya's face. If you're going to be so persistent, follow him through.

One trip through these shouldn't hurt him too much, after all. Even then, the coat should protect him.]

[withak]

[Katsuya is so persistent and follows, holding onto the black coat. But it wouldn't fit on him, you're short :<]

[acceptedoblivion]

[It seems like they're at the bathrooms on the fifth dorm floor, and luckily, they're alone.]

You could have wrapped it around your shoulders at least.

[Because he likes you and doesn't want you to get harmed by something that can be a double-edged sword. :

[withak]

I'll do that next time. What did you need to tell me in secret?

[acceptedoblivion]

[He sighs.]

Look... You're a good guy. [He respects that much.] But there is an undercurrent of darkness in this tower among the "saved" that isn't as friendly as mine of the people I share this face with.

[And...there's the reason for the secrecy.]

Half of the tower was dragged into a few floors one of them sealed from administrative power. They called it the "Dark World".

[Sigh. Villains are so unoriginal with their name choices these days.]

They're up to something more than that, if my hunch is right.