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towerofanimus2013-09-02 08:16 pm
justabignobody) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-02 08:16 pm
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Characters: Riku (justabignobody) and Naminé (lethechained
Setting: Hallway before Naminé's room, I guess? Super Backdated to right after the Infiltration Log!
Format: Action?
Summary: Somehow Riku made it out of the elevator. But even so he's not safe yet, nor is the stylus he's recovered. Not until he's passed it to the one person he trust above all.
Warnings: Character death probably
[There are no words to describe what Riku is feeling when they cross the red line again and manage to stumble out the elevator - too heavy weight the thoughts of what he's seen just moments ago.
Xion and Terra dead, their bodies waiting to be processed.
(And if Xion is dead, then Yu...)
Most of his own team (Sora, his double, Highwind...) creating chaos in the process room, only to be stopped in a matter of minutes - all dead.
The success seems empty, even though the stylus is almost burning in his palm, even though he's always known that this result is a likely possibility, even though they will all be alive again in a matter of hours.
He sighs when he exits the cafeteria, not sure how to categorize this trip, whether to think of it as victory (how can he, with so many dead, even if it might have served the greater good?) or defeat (but that isn't quite true either, is it, they have gotten the stylus after all) relaxing for just a second.
It's then that he begins to hear them, quick-quiet footsteps following him - tap, tap, tap - and his eyes widen when he turns around only to see bloody footprints covering the walls behind him.
'It's just an illusion' he thinks, even as he picks up his pace, taking two steps at once as he climbs up to the next floor - it has to be! It had been in the elevator after all. The stylus, hidden in his coat sleeve, is burning against his skin though and now he's hearing light giggling echoing trough the staircase, following him, causing him to quicken his pace even more - he can't let them catch him, can't let them get the stylus, not after all they've sacrificed to get it.
It's the splitting pain shooting through his head that finally forces him to a stop - something is wrong with him - and it's only that he leans his head against the cool wall to sooth it that he finally notices that in his panic to get away he's wound up in the labyrinth and only then, in a moment of utter clarity, he recognizes the similarities to the last time he'd lost his head like this.
In December. When he had suffered from whatever Jason had inflicted on them.
He takes a deep breath; he needs to stay calm, to regain clarity - he can't count on Ira and his double hunting him down this time (because his double is dead, and Ira possibly...). There are foot steps behind him again, but this time Riku doesn't look and ignores what he hears. If December had been anything to go by, then he can't trust his own senses anymore - non of them.
He can't trust himself anymore. The stylus isn't safe with him.
But who could it be safe with, who when all people that Riku would go to are-
No, not all, he thinks with a start, and he has no idea if he's formed the corridor before or after that thought, but a moment later he is already standing on the first dormitory floor, right before the door of the one person that he will always trust the most for so many reasons.
Light, he just hopes that she's here. Because if not- god, he doesn't even want to think about that, she just has to be!
There is probably a bit of a desperate ring to his voice as he knocks against the door to her room, please please please-]
Naminé? Please, Naminé?
justabignobody) and Naminé (lethechainedSetting: Hallway before Naminé's room, I guess? Super Backdated to right after the Infiltration Log!
Format: Action?
Summary: Somehow Riku made it out of the elevator. But even so he's not safe yet, nor is the stylus he's recovered. Not until he's passed it to the one person he trust above all.
Warnings: Character death probably
[There are no words to describe what Riku is feeling when they cross the red line again and manage to stumble out the elevator - too heavy weight the thoughts of what he's seen just moments ago.
Xion and Terra dead, their bodies waiting to be processed.
(And if Xion is dead, then Yu...)
Most of his own team (Sora, his double, Highwind...) creating chaos in the process room, only to be stopped in a matter of minutes - all dead.
The success seems empty, even though the stylus is almost burning in his palm, even though he's always known that this result is a likely possibility, even though they will all be alive again in a matter of hours.
He sighs when he exits the cafeteria, not sure how to categorize this trip, whether to think of it as victory (how can he, with so many dead, even if it might have served the greater good?) or defeat (but that isn't quite true either, is it, they have gotten the stylus after all) relaxing for just a second.
It's then that he begins to hear them, quick-quiet footsteps following him - tap, tap, tap - and his eyes widen when he turns around only to see bloody footprints covering the walls behind him.
'It's just an illusion' he thinks, even as he picks up his pace, taking two steps at once as he climbs up to the next floor - it has to be! It had been in the elevator after all. The stylus, hidden in his coat sleeve, is burning against his skin though and now he's hearing light giggling echoing trough the staircase, following him, causing him to quicken his pace even more - he can't let them catch him, can't let them get the stylus, not after all they've sacrificed to get it.
It's the splitting pain shooting through his head that finally forces him to a stop - something is wrong with him - and it's only that he leans his head against the cool wall to sooth it that he finally notices that in his panic to get away he's wound up in the labyrinth and only then, in a moment of utter clarity, he recognizes the similarities to the last time he'd lost his head like this.
In December. When he had suffered from whatever Jason had inflicted on them.
He takes a deep breath; he needs to stay calm, to regain clarity - he can't count on Ira and his double hunting him down this time (because his double is dead, and Ira possibly...). There are foot steps behind him again, but this time Riku doesn't look and ignores what he hears. If December had been anything to go by, then he can't trust his own senses anymore - non of them.
He can't trust himself anymore. The stylus isn't safe with him.
But who could it be safe with, who when all people that Riku would go to are-
No, not all, he thinks with a start, and he has no idea if he's formed the corridor before or after that thought, but a moment later he is already standing on the first dormitory floor, right before the door of the one person that he will always trust the most for so many reasons.
Light, he just hopes that she's here. Because if not- god, he doesn't even want to think about that, she just has to be!
There is probably a bit of a desperate ring to his voice as he knocks against the door to her room, please please please-]
Naminé? Please, Naminé?
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He shakes his head faintly, eyes still closed. If he doesn't look, the blood on the walls won't be there, right?]
No... not like this.
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[She doesn't want to think about that, either. What in all the worlds would she do if he--]
I see.
[It's somber - not that she's surprised they've got other tricks up their sleeve. Still,]
... Shall I... see what I can do for you?
[He's already passed on the stylus. That job is complete.]
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At takes a moment until he opens his eyes again, his head has start hurting a lot all of sudden – biting pain pounding against his skull, while he stares up to her, trying to deceiver her question… and come up with an answer.]
…No. Better you just leave me here.
[He isn’t sure if there’s anyone who can help him with this. Besides…]
Don’t want you to catch this.
[Just in case.]
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[It's hard to watch him like this. It's hard seeing him suffer, seeing him so-- not himself, for his disorientation and the nagging sensation of wrongness, even if she knows it's still Riku and she's still trust him with her life, foolhardy or no.]
[But... walking away? That's even harder.]
I don't know if I--... if I can.
[It's not right, is it? Even if it's smarter.]
Are you sure you want to be alone?
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He shakes involuntarily when he hears something scratch against the bathroom door (they’ve come to get him, theyarecomingforhimitisn’tsafeitisn’tsafe!!!) and he bites down on his lip in order to force the panic from his mind so that it won’t be quite as obvious when he looks up to Naminé again.
He can’t lose his focus now, can’t give himself to panic and pain just yet.]
Yes. You need to leave.
[It’s safer for her. It’s safer for the stylus. It’s for the best of everyone. It takes a lot of strength and focus, but he does manage to lift his left arm and open up a corridor that will get her back to her room, blinking a few times before he fixates her with a glance.]
You need to go. Please.
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[Gosh, it's all she can do not to shake, herself, looking at him. Her chest is full of pity and worry and grief and fear, and dimly she hopes that this stylus turns out to worthwhile, because paying for it in watching him is nothing compared to paying for it by being one of those who were involved.]
[Turning to look briefly at the portal, she knows she must go. For his sake, at his behest, that his efforts might not be in vain--]
[But if it isn't one of the hardest things she's had to do since coming to the tower, she doesn't know what else would take its spot on the list. It's slow and reluctant when she nods.]
Alright. Alright, I'll go.
[For him. She steps back, toward the portal, but does not turn her eyes away from him.]
... Take care of yourself, Riku.
[Inasmuch as he possibly can, at the moment.]
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Their sacrifices haven't been for nothing. He groans quietly as he slides further down the wall and comes to lie on the floor, his head pounding with pain, his vision utterly out of focus while he just stares at the blood that's running down the walls and along the floor towards him, flinching when his back starts burning and when suddenly it feels like there is something wet running down from ears along his jaw (and he isn't sure if it's blood or something else, and hell, he doesn't really want to know actually) and maybe if he closes his eyes a little, it will all get better, it will all go away.
He spasms and gasps when there is suddenly a sharp pain just above his heart, eyes wide open, face pale, and the last thing he'll remember is the sinister snickering that's reverberate in the room and all the tiles and walls and the ceiling and even himself covered deep blood red.
And there is nothing more at all.]