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paixaorpg2006-03-28 01:56 pm
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Mission: Improbable [Closed]
Character: Riku
Content: Riku pulls himself up by hisgarters bootstraps and sets out with a purpose.
Setting: The central Actua Are and rooftops of Paixao.
Time: Friday - late afternoon
Warnings: Kids, don't try this at home.
Riku had only allowed himself to cry in order to get all the feelings of loneliness, self-pity, and regret out of his system. He didn't let it go on for long before he was picking himself up and wiping his face with his bloody-knuckled hand. That was enough of that. He had things to do now.
Striding to the edge of the roof where the old man had disappeared, Riku looked out over the fake-city of Paixao. He decided he had only two goals now:
1) Gain mastery over himself and Ansem so that the latter would never came out again.
2) Get his friends home safe.
It would be hard to watch over them from a distance. It seemed a much easier to simply take out any potential threats.
From what he knew so far, this Axel guy seemed to be the best first choice for elimination. Even if he wasn't the head of the Organization, Riku was certain he would have answers. Whether he would give any of them up before he had to be killed was a problem Riku would deal with when he got there.
That exercise just now had proven to Riku that he'd gone soft since he'd woken up in Kingdom Hearts. He hadn't been able to train since before then or exercise regularly, and he could feel the difference.
He had to be ready for this next confrontation. It might take time to find Axel, but Riku would use it wisely.
In spite of his stubbornness, Riku shovered involuntarily as he stood out in the falling snow. He needed to find something to keep warm. Turning back around, Riku scanned the rooftop for anything helpful he could steal.
A swath of darkness on the white-tiled roof caught his attention. Riku walked over to it, knelt down. It looked like he'd sliced off part of the old man's black robe one of the times Soul Eater had bitten into him. He picked it up and held it in his hands, thoughtful.
Wearing Ansem's eye colour was a mark of shame. And Riku didn't want to let anyone see it again. Ever.
Walking over to the pool, Riku washed the strip of cloth in the little bit of melted water that lay on the surface. Slowly and deliberately, he folded it and tied the strip of cloth over his eyes.
For a moment, that old fear of the dark rose up to choke him, but Riku pushed it back down. The best way to find your way out of darkness, he decided, was to move through it.
Riku focused on his other senses, smell, touch, sound, slowly becoming accustomed to his surroundings as he could sense them now. And when he'd mapped out the area as best he could with those secondary physical senses, Riku focused hard, adding another.
Using what Maleficent had taught him, Riku stretched out his fledgling other-sense and felt rather than saw the shapes and energies of objects around him. It gave him a headache now to use his atrophied second sight, but if he practiced and trained it just like he trained his physical body, Riku knew he could do it.
He couldn't think about the people he was leaving downstairs. It was now or never.
Riku hit the edge of the roof at a dead run, launching himself into the air with all his might. It was a heady feeling, like flying, and Riku wasn't afraid, even though all he could see were vague shadows and swirls of energy in an endless darkness. He knew exactly where he was going to land long before his feet touched down.
What he hadn't expected was for the roof to be damaged. Riku landed hard, one of his feet nearly going through what felt like a patch in the roof. Oops. Looks like it would need more repairs. But not his problem.
He ran to the edge of that roof and leapt for the next. And then the next and the next, and the one after that. He practiced his gymnastics, too, as he traversed the city by this self-made high road, doing hand springs from wobbly old gutters and flipping through the air to stick his landings. Somehow, it was so much easier this way. If he could have seen where he was, how high up he was, how far it was to the next roof, the next railing, the next gutter, Riku might have hesitated. Like this all that mattered was that there was something for him to grip onto or land on next. It felt almost like he was materializing these things out of thin air by sheer force of will.
He could do this.
And one day, when he'd defeated Ansem and he could finally face Sora again, he wouldn't have to.
Content: Riku pulls himself up by his
Setting: The central Actua Are and rooftops of Paixao.
Time: Friday - late afternoon
Warnings: Kids, don't try this at home.
Riku had only allowed himself to cry in order to get all the feelings of loneliness, self-pity, and regret out of his system. He didn't let it go on for long before he was picking himself up and wiping his face with his bloody-knuckled hand. That was enough of that. He had things to do now.
Striding to the edge of the roof where the old man had disappeared, Riku looked out over the fake-city of Paixao. He decided he had only two goals now:
1) Gain mastery over himself and Ansem so that the latter would never came out again.
2) Get his friends home safe.
It would be hard to watch over them from a distance. It seemed a much easier to simply take out any potential threats.
From what he knew so far, this Axel guy seemed to be the best first choice for elimination. Even if he wasn't the head of the Organization, Riku was certain he would have answers. Whether he would give any of them up before he had to be killed was a problem Riku would deal with when he got there.
That exercise just now had proven to Riku that he'd gone soft since he'd woken up in Kingdom Hearts. He hadn't been able to train since before then or exercise regularly, and he could feel the difference.
He had to be ready for this next confrontation. It might take time to find Axel, but Riku would use it wisely.
In spite of his stubbornness, Riku shovered involuntarily as he stood out in the falling snow. He needed to find something to keep warm. Turning back around, Riku scanned the rooftop for anything helpful he could steal.
A swath of darkness on the white-tiled roof caught his attention. Riku walked over to it, knelt down. It looked like he'd sliced off part of the old man's black robe one of the times Soul Eater had bitten into him. He picked it up and held it in his hands, thoughtful.
Wearing Ansem's eye colour was a mark of shame. And Riku didn't want to let anyone see it again. Ever.
Walking over to the pool, Riku washed the strip of cloth in the little bit of melted water that lay on the surface. Slowly and deliberately, he folded it and tied the strip of cloth over his eyes.
For a moment, that old fear of the dark rose up to choke him, but Riku pushed it back down. The best way to find your way out of darkness, he decided, was to move through it.
Riku focused on his other senses, smell, touch, sound, slowly becoming accustomed to his surroundings as he could sense them now. And when he'd mapped out the area as best he could with those secondary physical senses, Riku focused hard, adding another.
Using what Maleficent had taught him, Riku stretched out his fledgling other-sense and felt rather than saw the shapes and energies of objects around him. It gave him a headache now to use his atrophied second sight, but if he practiced and trained it just like he trained his physical body, Riku knew he could do it.
He couldn't think about the people he was leaving downstairs. It was now or never.
Riku hit the edge of the roof at a dead run, launching himself into the air with all his might. It was a heady feeling, like flying, and Riku wasn't afraid, even though all he could see were vague shadows and swirls of energy in an endless darkness. He knew exactly where he was going to land long before his feet touched down.
What he hadn't expected was for the roof to be damaged. Riku landed hard, one of his feet nearly going through what felt like a patch in the roof. Oops. Looks like it would need more repairs. But not his problem.
He ran to the edge of that roof and leapt for the next. And then the next and the next, and the one after that. He practiced his gymnastics, too, as he traversed the city by this self-made high road, doing hand springs from wobbly old gutters and flipping through the air to stick his landings. Somehow, it was so much easier this way. If he could have seen where he was, how high up he was, how far it was to the next roof, the next railing, the next gutter, Riku might have hesitated. Like this all that mattered was that there was something for him to grip onto or land on next. It felt almost like he was materializing these things out of thin air by sheer force of will.
He could do this.
And one day, when he'd defeated Ansem and he could finally face Sora again, he wouldn't have to.