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driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
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- one,
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- r. daneel olivaw,
- rapunzel,
- remy lebeau,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
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- shawn hunter,
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- tadashi hamada,
- tekhetsio,
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... But she does know something else. She's gained experience, the kind that isn't EXP. She regularly sparred and wrestled with Bluebird, a vampire with strength orders of magnitude higher than her own. She knows a bit about grappling now.
She's going to use the instant he strikes her, and grab his wrist, digging her nails in, while also grabbing the Keyblade to try to pull it right out of his hand.]
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you actually got to disarm him. have fun with that memory. for a few seconds, riku's still, and xehanort's heartless is momentarily flustered. ]
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TimefuckerequippedShe doesn't have time to process that memory. A mouse just casually threw around a magic that would put her own mother to shame- one of the strongest archmages in the world, but not just inflicting the status, but actually stopping time itself in an area that huge? That is ridiculous.
So she doesn't think about it. Ignoring the images flashing through her head, she twists, grabbing the Keyblade by the hilt, and trying to chop through the strings to strike Xehanort.]
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> You use Cure. ]
A-are you okay?
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[She's immediately getting between Riku and Xehanort, brandishing the Keyblade as a threat.]
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[ xehanort's heartless just squints at her for a good moment, almost like a threat himself--before he disappears, like smoke blown away by a stiff wind.
riku sighs in relief. ]
Good, he's gone.
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[ riku starts to catch his breath, pushing a hand into his bangs and forcing them back. ]
I'm destined to stay here. But you can still go on.
[ as he says it, a silver necklace drops around nightingale's neck, light and thin, adorned with two yellow stars. behind her, a lilac door shimmers to life, and cracks open. ]
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she puts the keyblade away in her inventory, freeing up both her hands.]
You know, my team taught me something useful for times like this.
[so with that, she reaches up, and puts both of her hands on Riku's cheeks.
and smooshes his goddamn face.]
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Waugh!
[ he blushes, face getting red and hot before he jerks his face out of her hands. well, now he certainly looks his age, the way he seems to pout. ]
What was that for? Jeez...
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[HUFFS.]
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[ he huffs, and then shrugs, looking a little upset, himself. ]
Someone's gotta be security detail. Don't worry about it, I'm used to going it alone. I can handle myself when there's no one else to worry about.
Not that I was worried.
[ baka. ]
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"Security detail"? What are you going to do when that guy comes back?
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[ he huffs and crosses his arms. ]
I'll fight. You freed me--I can fight again now.
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[ grabs her hands (gently) to push them down and away. ]
I'm serious! If you don't get outta here, I'll push you out.
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[ his shoulders sag. ]
That's the price I paid. Now, [ he moves over to the door himself, and pushes it wide open.
yeah, nightingale, you're gonna get sucked in. ] keep moving! If he gets a hold of this door, he'll destroy me, so you need to go through it!
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[She... gets sucked in, though, flying through and unable to resist.]
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[ when you step ("step", land unceremoniously, w/e) 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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Hey, are you okay?
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Who're you?
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[She's looking around for a source of water around here, especially cool water. Is there any?]
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