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M37 antiheroed February 8 2010, 10:30:07 UTC
Meeting up with new people was a little frustrating. It wasn't like he held the social graces to manage these situations, and he felt frustrated at the thought that he would have to keep doing this. Riku just hoped that things would change once he settled in. It seemed unlikely that Sora wouldn't have a group of people to talk to, and he liked the idea that he might be able to find things out that way (the club being the first sign of this). His method of handling things involved being discrete. Being discrete in a place full of people trying to get out, though? Yeah, he figured that one would be impossible ( ... )

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M37 antiheroed February 8 2010, 10:30:39 UTC
Riku's fingers pressed idly against a wall, before he slapped a palm against it. Truthfully, he would have preferred punching it, but that would hurt him in the wake of the evening. No healing spells to patch him up right now, anyway. He heaved a frustrated sigh, turning away from the wall toward his food again. Knowing who gave it to him, he didn't feel hungry, but it beat staring at the ceiling until the lights dimmed. He picked up the tray with one hand and moved to his bed, where the flashlight had been left in the center for him to reach ( ... )

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Re: M37 dreadofthegrave February 9 2010, 00:48:09 UTC
.... What a long day. As if waking up here wasn't bad enough, there were too many questions, too little answers, and not even just about this place. Battler couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling he'd gotten since he'd first talked to Rika that morning. ... There were other games out there besides the one he'd gotten trapped in. At least she'd said she was able to end everything, but now she was here? That was just.... As if the cruelty of losing people wasn't enough, the final result, too, was lost. At least he'd been able to ask to see her again. ... He wanted to know. That last answer, how she got there. It probably wouldn't help him at all, but it was human nature to be drawn to the familiar. Even if they couldn't help each other, they could still understand each other. That was the feeling he got ( ... )

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Re: M37 antiheroed February 9 2010, 03:11:07 UTC
Though it hadn't been the best method, Riku decided to abandon the spaghetti immediately in favor of the ice cream. There were no parents-or Kings or men named Ansem-there to scold him for it. For some people his age, that would be a small victory, but it annoyed him. He could imagine his mom's voice as he dug into the ice cream right before him instead of the noodles, and some part of him wanted to defy the voice. Missing his parents, his home ... It was something he tried not to do when he was out helping the sleeping Sora, or even the awake Sora, but things were different now. He had gone home. That single day with its taste of the water had been enough to make him want it ( ... )

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Re: M37 dreadofthegrave February 9 2010, 04:55:28 UTC
Staring with the dessert, huh? That was a sentiment that Battler could understand. When he was a kid, he might have pulled stuff like trying to eat cake for a meal, but that particular bit of rebelliousness faded with age. Besides, there always still seemed to be room for dessert not matter how stuffed you felt.

"Been here long?" he asked. "I just got here around breakfast, and it already sucks, ihihi."

He ate a forkful of spaghetti as he listened for the answer. "...Not bad," he commented to himself. It was a bit better than what he'd been expecting to be honest. It was hardly on the level of Gohda, but not everyone got to experience food on that professional a scale. Rather, it was sort of like something you might find at family restaurant. Not the best, but certainly not horrible either.

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Re: M37 antiheroed February 9 2010, 05:53:18 UTC
"Yeah? Did you have a problem with a nurse?" Social awkwardness aside, it was really the nurses that bothered him the most. Or rather, it was in the singular. One single nurse, who stalked him around for the entirety of the day. Having to play nice and talk to other people had been bad enough, but he had it pretty easy. Tsukasa wasn't bad and Shinji was a little too nervous for his tastes, but Naminé, Sora, and Kairi were welcomed additions to his day (regardless of the setting).

As it was, he wasn't planning on letting this guy know how he felt about anything. Living together for a meal of the day and probably a few hours of sleep didn't mean that he needed to tell him everything. An ally wouldn't be bad, but "this place already sucks" wasn't exactly putting Riku's faith into him. But then, he probably had too high of standards for most people. He was just glad he didn't seem nervous or uneasy. Riku wasn't sure he could handle another guy like that.

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Re: M37 dreadofthegrave February 9 2010, 22:55:34 UTC
"Mm, something like that," Battler shrugged. "I mean, it's weird, isn't it? Getting told your experiences are lies. It's not like I'm about to believe that crap, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant ( ... )

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Re: M37 antiheroed February 10 2010, 02:38:09 UTC
That caught his attention enough. It was a shift from the norm, and it meant that this guy had a brain working after all. Riku finished off his ice cream by time he was able to think about responding, and had dug his fork into his spaghetti, though he hadn't started eating it. What were they doing? Maleficent had a purpose behind what she did, and Xehanort's Heartless did, too. Organization XIII wanted to be whole again-or that was what they told people. Even now, Riku had his doubts about it. Xemnas' speeches didn't indicate that getting their hearts was his only purpose, and Ansem the Wise's grudge wasn't entirely unfounded. At least, against some of them. Roxas and Naminé were never included ( ... )

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Re: M37 dreadofthegrave February 10 2010, 05:11:01 UTC
Breaking spirits, hurting loved ones... Yeah, that sounded pretty familiar, both from before, and even now, and he found himself smiling bitterly. Why did Ange have to be here, and why like this...? Battler had no intention of letting it break him down, but the details of that meeting still weighed heavily on him. He kept trying to reassure himself, but in the end, he wasn't the one who getting screwed by this; it was her. Because of that, no matter how optimistic he tried to make himself about it, he kept wavering, and uncertainty would come crawling back. It wasn't his rule that she would die, but when it came to her situation, he was more than to blame. ... If her family had just come home that day, then maybe she could actually be happy. But they couldn't. Not when they were still trapped in a that game ( ... )

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Re: M37 antiheroed February 10 2010, 07:08:32 UTC
Wallowing in what they couldn't do was something Riku was a little more used to. Thinking of the darkness and his failures with it, he still felt the black blindfold wrapped around his eyes, keeping the truth from being revealed to other people. His eyes couldn't lie, so even if he took care of people, he knew that in his heart, they would always be the same. But while he wore the blindfold, he knew what he missed beyond the smell of his friend, and the feel of the all-too-familiar terrains. He missed so much about people-their smiles and their ways of carrying themselves-that he had a hard time picking up on cues now that his eyes were wide open, and his darkness was relatively stripped from him. Still, he knew he would normally have its strength on his side, but it was different ( ... )

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