[ riku shifts a bit in place, looking awkward. it's the first time he's met someone who really looks like him, pale complexion and hair and all--save for eyes, they look really similar... it's weird. he always thought he was a bit of a freak.

he clears his throat as he squares his shoulders. he is a keyblade master. he's supposed to protect the people of the worlds as well as the worlds themselves. that means he's got a duty to protect all of these displaced people. he'd just rather do that without dropping a title in someone's lap. ]

I'm part of the battle section on my ship. [ he rubs the back of his neck. ] I'm not used to everything here, but... I was a fighter back home, too. I know some spells that could help with healing, but I'm best at stealth and recon.