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paixaorpg2007-01-17 06:49 pm
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You were not there, living in fear... [active]
Character(s): Riku, Sora, Kairi, Rosette (anyone else?)
Content: Shortly after Roxas departs, and the three are left apparently alone.
Setting: General Niflheim area
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Riku's annoyed, so possibly some of that. Otherwise, noes?
Truly this was exhausting.
Riku sighed deeply when the final Samurai was gone, letting his Keyblade disapear in swirling darkness, before he looked to where Roxas had fled. He heard the words, just barely. You make a good Other. So, the familiarity with his movements, although more ... organized then Sora's... He was right, or at least his feeling had to be. If it wasn't, well. The platinum haired teen had been wrong in the past before.
Shaking his head he looked to Kairi now, despite the fact his eyes were that bright amber like Ansem's own, he didn't doubt that Sora wouldn't tell her about it. Then they both would get stubborn and promise to find a way to fix everything. That was just how they were, and how they always would be. It wasn't going to ever change, he figured.
"Are you all right, Kairi?" he asked after a moment, as he moved his hand to his arm where the Samurai's blade had fallen when he had poorly blocked the swing in his worry about Sora. It stung badly, but to his surprise, as his fingers skimmed across the wound to inspect it, it began to heal with that same swirling darkness.
This was just strange, but the only thing this 'healing' did was exhaust him even more, orange eyes falling half-shut as he stood there. He felt... weak. And he didn't exactly like it all that much. Looking up to where Sora was, he frowned deeply for a moment with worry for him as well now.
Content: Shortly after Roxas departs, and the three are left apparently alone.
Setting: General Niflheim area
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Riku's annoyed, so possibly some of that. Otherwise, noes?
Truly this was exhausting.
Riku sighed deeply when the final Samurai was gone, letting his Keyblade disapear in swirling darkness, before he looked to where Roxas had fled. He heard the words, just barely. You make a good Other. So, the familiarity with his movements, although more ... organized then Sora's... He was right, or at least his feeling had to be. If it wasn't, well. The platinum haired teen had been wrong in the past before.
Shaking his head he looked to Kairi now, despite the fact his eyes were that bright amber like Ansem's own, he didn't doubt that Sora wouldn't tell her about it. Then they both would get stubborn and promise to find a way to fix everything. That was just how they were, and how they always would be. It wasn't going to ever change, he figured.
"Are you all right, Kairi?" he asked after a moment, as he moved his hand to his arm where the Samurai's blade had fallen when he had poorly blocked the swing in his worry about Sora. It stung badly, but to his surprise, as his fingers skimmed across the wound to inspect it, it began to heal with that same swirling darkness.
This was just strange, but the only thing this 'healing' did was exhaust him even more, orange eyes falling half-shut as he stood there. He felt... weak. And he didn't exactly like it all that much. Looking up to where Sora was, he frowned deeply for a moment with worry for him as well now.
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In fact, she was so wrapped up in being angry that she almost didn't notice the group of people in front of her. She stopped several feet away from one of them - My God is that the grey-haired guy from before? - and ducked quickly into a side street. Something was not right there.
She peeked around the corner to take another look. That was it. The two boys had weapons. Swords again, why is it always swords? The grey-haired one was hurt - she could see the wound on his arm. They still stood ready for action, and the tension of a recently-ended battle still hung thick in the air.
She ducked back behind the corner, her situation finally sinking in. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know where to go. Hell, she didn't even know where there was to go.
Chrno wasn't here. If he were, he would have found her by now. After half a day of wandering around the city looking for anybody she knew, she finally had to face the fact that she was alone here - wherever here was.
There were enemies here. There had just been a fight, she was sure of that. But what was there to fight? Were there demons? Would her bullets even work on the monsters in this strange city? She didn't know, and she didn't really want to find out.
And to top it all off, it was getting dark and she had no place to stay the night. The alley, quite frankly, was none too appetizing.
It was all she could do to keep from collapsing and saying "uncle" to the world. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Well, you could always go ask them for help...
Sometimes, she really hated it when common sense was right. But right it was...after all, what was the worst that could happen?
I could die...
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind (where it needs to stay if I'm going to do anything around here) and rounded the corner. Mustering as much courage as she could, she strode towards the group - "Hey!" - and suddenly remembered what manners she had. "Excuse me! Do you know where we are?"
[OOC: Wow, that was long. XD; Thanks for letting me in the thread!]