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towerofanimus2011-12-19 02:01 am
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Entry tags:
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Characters: Riku and OPEN
Setting: Dormitories + Floor 20-18
Format: Action, though I'm fine with Para if that's more your thing
Summary: Waking up in a new world with no clue how he actually got there is not entirely new, The sleep paralyzis and the collar are both however pretty original. Needless to say, Riku is not amused.
Warnings: Non... for now. Will add as needed.
[Riku awakens with a low groan, blinking beneath the cloth of his blindfold - what is he doing here; hadn't he just been in the World That Never Was, watching, waiting for just the right moment to intercept Roxas? His mind goes blank with panic for just a moment - he can't move his body, why can't he move his body - memories of being drowned by darkness, of a malicious laugh, of losing control over of himself, rising, rising...
He snaps himself out of that thought, scolding himself, doing his best to push away the fear and disgust of the thought of being possessed again. He can't dwell on anything like that, can't grant the faint, amused whispers in the darkest corner of his heart any more power over him.
Finally, after what feels like eternity, he finds himself able to move again, immediately jumping of that bed, twirling around, trying to orientate himself, to get a feel for this place he had found himself at... how had he drawn here; was this perhaps another trap of the Organization... just like Castle Oblivion?
He flips up one half of his blindfold; frowning as he reads over the two letters... the Islands destroyed!? As if he'd believe that, he thinks with a snort, absently reaching up to his throat, expression tightening at the feel of the collar around his neck.
Someone is playing with him.
Letting the cloth fall back into place, he draws up the hood of his cloak to hide his tell-tale hair - even if this is an Organization trap, even if they know that he is the one posing as one of their own, he isn't about to make it easy for them - and then he is off to explore the hallway and the nearby floors.
Time to find out just what kind of mess he has stumbled into this time and how to get out of here and back to where he should be. The rest of Sora's memories won't return to him by themselves after all.]
Setting: Dormitories + Floor 20-18
Format: Action, though I'm fine with Para if that's more your thing
Summary: Waking up in a new world with no clue how he actually got there is not entirely new, The sleep paralyzis and the collar are both however pretty original. Needless to say, Riku is not amused.
Warnings: Non... for now. Will add as needed.
[Riku awakens with a low groan, blinking beneath the cloth of his blindfold - what is he doing here; hadn't he just been in the World That Never Was, watching, waiting for just the right moment to intercept Roxas? His mind goes blank with panic for just a moment - he can't move his body, why can't he move his body - memories of being drowned by darkness, of a malicious laugh, of losing control over of himself, rising, rising...
He snaps himself out of that thought, scolding himself, doing his best to push away the fear and disgust of the thought of being possessed again. He can't dwell on anything like that, can't grant the faint, amused whispers in the darkest corner of his heart any more power over him.
Finally, after what feels like eternity, he finds himself able to move again, immediately jumping of that bed, twirling around, trying to orientate himself, to get a feel for this place he had found himself at... how had he drawn here; was this perhaps another trap of the Organization... just like Castle Oblivion?
He flips up one half of his blindfold; frowning as he reads over the two letters... the Islands destroyed!? As if he'd believe that, he thinks with a snort, absently reaching up to his throat, expression tightening at the feel of the collar around his neck.
Someone is playing with him.
Letting the cloth fall back into place, he draws up the hood of his cloak to hide his tell-tale hair - even if this is an Organization trap, even if they know that he is the one posing as one of their own, he isn't about to make it easy for them - and then he is off to explore the hallway and the nearby floors.
Time to find out just what kind of mess he has stumbled into this time and how to get out of here and back to where he should be. The rest of Sora's memories won't return to him by themselves after all.]
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The wording of her question makes the anger twist in his stomach - 'not the Sora he knows'? What other Sora would there be? What other than a fake?
He knows he is threading a thin line - he can't let himself be controlled by his temper. But at the same time it's hard, because to much here triggering him. She might not understand, but as she isn't involved anyway.
But if she insists...]
Why do I know he isn't? I know, because the real Sora has been sleeping for ten months and counting, his memories picked apart and sown out into the worlds by the same people that most likely created that.
This isn't the first time I see a replica. [Though, calling that a 'replica' seems like an insult to Xion's sacrifice, to his death.]
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[She speaks in a gentle voice, trying to soothe Sora. She doubts she would be able to calm down Riku, since he has no reason to allow her influence over him, but she can at least try to make Sora feel better.] ...I think he may not be the Riku you know, Sora. [Again, she is careful not to accuse anyone of being "real" or "fake".
She then looks to Riku, keeping her voice level.] And I don't think that Sora is a "replica". [Not that she's ever encountered one of those, but she knows what the word means. But, how can she prove...?] ...I'm the one who gave him that Keyblade. [Aqua isn't sure how much that information will help, but it's probably worth saying.
And now, the crazy part, but if she doesn't keep talking, then it's looking more and more likely that they'll keep fighting.] I spoke to a double of one of my best friends. He had a completely different set of memories. And another of my friends was worried that he might be an... [What was the phrase?] "Alternate universe" version of someone we know.
So I don't think that anyone should jump to conclusions.
[She then falls quiet. Surely it's obvious what she's getting at?]
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[...He'd read about them. A long time ago. In Dad's books. But that... Doesn't make any sense. He's scratching his head now, Aqua.]
...How's that even possible?
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It's hard not to just lash out angrily, because giving away Keyblades to that, to a fake brat that treats the darkness like a plaything (stupid, stupid, stupid, just like he once had been), talking like she knows anything about everything; just who does she thinks she is?
(And who is she anyway, for that matter.)
But instead of lashing out, like he once might have done, he just pushes those feelings deep, deep down, only expressing any misgivings by pressing his lips into a line, and with him still hidden beneath his hood, there is no way to tell that anyway.
A moment later, he dismisses Soul Eater - he can recall it at any time after all - that being the only sign that he might be willing to listen.
For the moment.]