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driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
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[ the strings that keep riku and xehanort mirroring each other become more taut as the fight wears on, and riku tries to stop his own movements. it's not working for more than a millisecond, strings pulling against his skin and moving him like a marionette.
he goes into a quick flurry of strikes again, one, two, three...
he's trying to disarm him. ]/td>
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His grip on the key's slipping.] I-I'm sorry.
[He can't speak, based off the two memories he saw; his heart's still aching for a girl he's never met. This Kairi must've meant the world to Riku.] I-I just. I thought that too, when I first got a monster like him inside me.
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[ that's right. allen had said that there were more people that had been possessed...? ]
I'm sorry. I wish I could help. Just-- [ with a sharp clang, the key clatters from his hands and away to disappear. ] --dodge!
Just get out of here! He's not gonna give up, I can't fight him when he's controlling me!
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That's kind of our problem, isn't it? Letting them control us?
[He'd apologize for this, but right now, he's going in for a tight hug, with most of his vampiric strength. If the puppetmaster's gonna try and fight, then well - they might as well deal with a super-stubborn Stefan too.]
You have nothing to apologize for. Promise.
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I... I dunno about that.
[ there's no more strain on his body, but he hesitantly hugs him back. ]
Thanks.
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He doesn't even mind the hesitant hug, though he does loosen his grip a little.]
You're welcome. [Though his face gets a little red as he admits,] Okay, I might've emphasized the 'no apology' part too much - but I get it. You don't need to apologize to me.
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I don't think I've had a hug in a long time... I guess I'm a little overwhelmed, so I'm apologizing anyway.
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If you insist. [beat] Guess I'm gonna make sure you get more of these later too.
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he laughs again, nonetheless. ]
Don't force yourself.
[ that's all he says before he disappears in a flash of light. there's a clink of metal, and a necklace falls around stefan's neck. it's silver and little, more like a toy really--but it has three yellow stars that glitter and shine.
behind him, a lilac door shimmers to life, and then opens a crack. ]
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[He's talking to himself at this point, so he laughs again as he holds the necklace up to the light and watches each star shine. Stefan figures he can't keep this, like he couldn't keep the weapon he'd used - but it's pretty.]
Olette would've liked it, he thinks, as he sets it back down and steps through the door, careful to close it gently behind him.]
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[ when you step through the door, it's almost as if you haven't gone anywhere at all. the air is still stagnant and the room itself is still dim, save for a light shining from above that shouldn't be there. the riku that you saw previously is gone, however, and the room is much more closed off—it actually looks like a large, expansive library in a mansion, but everything looks like it's covered in dust and grime. maybe it hasn't been kept up with over the years…
it's hard to miss a few silver platforms, though. they're just like the ones the keyblades floated upon—no, they are the same. yet, they're empty… for now, probably.
there is only one desk that has anything on it; there are numerous books on top of each other, dog-eared and bookmarked in several places. scattered documents litter the rest of the desk, along with pens and markers. most pages have handwritten notes—what's notable is that one is smooth and cursive and another is jagged and curt, like the writer was in a hurry. Neither look anything alike. a new sketchbook sits on the very edge of the desk with a new pack of crayons, on top of that being a small white plastic bag with filled with snacks and three bars of ice cream in white wrappers.
in a comfy armchair with linens and a pillow lies riku. he looks a little older and thinner than in the previous room. decked out in black leather, he lies on his back with a blindfold knotted behind his head. His face looks flushed and feverish, and his black coat is open to expose a black tank top underneath. Nearby there's a thermometer along with varying medicines, an empty bowl of soup, and a few feverish scribbles. he doesn't seem to be fully conscious here either, though at least it doesn't look like anything can come to haunt you. ]
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The books catch his attention, once he's assessed Riku's state and headed towards the desk. Turning his attention towards the books, he starts to go through the pages, stopping at certain bookmarks or dog-ears to better absorb what he's learning this time around.]
1/2 (memory)
You stare down at a book in your hands, where words are highlighted. "Even this says it's not hard--just some coding. Even I could do it!" You raise your gaze to a man as he treads through the library.
"The virtual Twilight Town already offers many entry points to the Organization," the man says, peering down at a book of his own. "To code a beach for such a frivolous venture is a waste."
You clench your jaw before you follow him, as he disappears behind a bookshelf. "He's going back to Sora. Isn't it the least we can do?"
"For a Nobody?" DiZ stares at you with his one eye, and scoffs. "This sort of sentimentality is wasted on them. He may share Sora's appearance, but he is related to the boy only by shadows of memories."
"But--"
"Is there a reason you're so insistent?" DiZ snaps his book closed, and then stares at you, and even if you're taller--you shrink back, clenching your hands into fists at your sides.
Roxas may have been a Nobody, but that's no reason to deny him at least a kind goodbye. He was going to disappear--stop existing altogether! Why couldn't they just... send him off?
You stiffen your shoulders. "No," you say instead, feeling your heart sink. "I guess... it's not important."
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[ the groan comes from riku, and he squints over at stefan. ]
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Wasn't trying to, sorry.
[Stefan closes the book, careful to return everything to their original places before he rushes over.]
Are you feeling okay? You looked a bit fever-ish.
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I'm--I'm fine, I was just-- [ it's hard to pretend to be okay when your coughs sound painful though, and his gaze swims before he settles back down. ]
Ugh, my head.
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[He rushes over anyway, not really caring if he should keep a safe distance or not. With a fever like this, drinking blood wouldn't help so much, but...] Do you need more soup?
[Gesturing towards the empty bowl, even though he's not sure where he'd find more]
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[ as soon as he does gesture to the soup--and as soon as he wonders where he could get more--one of the stars around his neck pulses.
> hold the star? > ignore it. ]
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1/2 (memory)
She just gives a distasteful grump and combs your hair a little harder. You hiss, but your fingers knock against your glasses, and you slip them on before she continues. Your hair is bright silver, your eyes are a pale seagreen. You frown, watching the freckles on your pale face before you continue, most of your face dwarfed by your glasses. You’re only around seven, after all. “Do I really have to go? There’s not gonna be any kids there.”
“Of course there will be,” your mom replies, lifting her comb and looking at you in the mirror. Dressed in her best, her long platinum blond hair are a few shades darker than silver, but not by much—it’s clear to see where your eyes came from, and your pale skin, but you wish it didn’t make you look so similar. “Besides, you’ll be going alone to these kinds of parties when you’re older.”
“Why? Can’t Aki just go to them?”
“Sweetheart,” she sighs. “Aki needs to go to university.”
“Well, won’t I go?” you frown and peer up at your mother, and she puffs up.
“We need you to take care of the house and the family,” she says, and applies a little bit of gel to your hair, slicking it back. “Aki shouldn’t have to do that, he’s the oldest. That’s why daddy’s in the mainland and your uncle stays on Destiny Islands. There—don’t you look smart?”
You make a face at both claims. “I look dumb.”
She sighs, and just steps back, beckoning you to get up. You turn around, stumbling a little as you pull on your pint-sized suit, and she fixes the bowtie.
“You look very sharp.”
“What’s that mean?”
“That means that you look really nice.”
You aren’t convinced.
The doorbell rings, and immediately you take off. You know who it is—your best friend in the world. Well, one of them.
When you open the door, Sora beams at you, a little dirty, looking like he’s been sparring with the others. “Hey, Riku! Wow, you look fancy! Y’wanna come out and play? Or are you playing dress up?”
“Am not,” you say, a long-suffering sigh escaping your mouth, just before your mother shrieks.
“Get back in the house, young man! You’ll get dirty!”
You cringe, and Sora looks concerned, taking a few quick steps back. Your mother glares at your best friend and slams the door in his face, not even allowing you to answer.
As she glowers down at you, you frown, dipping your head down. “He was just asking to play!”
“Riku, you can’t keep playing around with people of that background,” she says, taking you hand and tugging you along. “It’s unsightly. What would the neighbors think?”
“That I’ve got friends?” You grumble, surly.
“What about that nice girl, Kairi?”
“She’s probably playing with Sora, too!” You say, frustrated. Your mother sighs, and she picks up her skirts as she bends down on one knee, hands on your shoulders.
“Honey, there are things we don’t do,” she says, her gaze stern and level. “Kairi can do as she pleases—she’s the mayor’s child, whatever she does won’t affect his standing. You, on the other hand, are going to represent our family as you get older. You have to set the best example, you have to be the best.”
You frown and then stare at the ground before you just sigh. “Yes, mom.”
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Still, a thermos is just what he ordered, especially as he peeks inside to see the hot soup. Stefan closes it up before he brings it over to Riku with the best smile he can manage. (It still doesn't reach his eyes.)]
Here. [He holds it out carefully] This should make you feel better.
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Why're you doing this?
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[Stefan blinks back surprise, standing up a little straighter, because to him, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.] It doesn't look like anyone else's here, and well... if I can stay here and make sure you've got everything you need to get better, I will.
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[ this is his path, and his path alone--he looks at stefan with a furrowed brow, but with his eyes covered, it's hard to see his expression. ]
You shouldn't stay around. You'll get sick--you've got people that care about you, don't you?
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