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Who: Replica Riku madeinoblivion and TOTALLY OPEN, FRIENDS AND RIVALS!
Where: The Beach
When: Morning, Day 1 of "Home is Where the Heart Is" Event.
Rating: G for GO!
Summary: No more penguins! Lets build rafts and race to Destiny Islands!
the Story:
It was half a drive to beat everyone there like he said he would, half the strong desire to put the past reflected in the mansion right now very very far behind him, further with ever stride...and maybe a pinch of a head start.
Either way, Arland skidded breathlessly to a stop when the grass thinned to sand and sloped gently down to ocean, gloved hands on his knees, doubled over. His head still felt a little rattled and dizzy...he credited it to whatever memory the mansion had stolen away to make him see the halls of Marluxia's castle where the usual hallways should be.
That's when he noticed that the beach too had changed overnight. No longer littered with a flock of black and white and penguin droppings and instead with a sprawl of shipwreck junk, it felt almost like late spring's balmy down here, cooled by the ocean wind which seemed to blow in from behind, beckoning forward in the direction of distant horizons...
And on them, a splash of green. The replica squinted, boots squishing into the sand as he came right up to the smoother damp sand where the waves surged up, washing up to his ankles. Yes. It was a lush patch, dead ahead...he'd never seen it before. But it was close enough to get to in not much time, he figured, with a steady wind like this, and something to float over...if the mansion's central pull could be beat.
He turned when he heard others arriving, grinning, pointing off to the island.
"Hey! Look! Look what's new out there! Lets go and see!"
Where: The Beach
When: Morning, Day 1 of "Home is Where the Heart Is" Event.
Rating: G for GO!
Summary: No more penguins! Lets build rafts and race to Destiny Islands!
the Story:
It was half a drive to beat everyone there like he said he would, half the strong desire to put the past reflected in the mansion right now very very far behind him, further with ever stride...and maybe a pinch of a head start.
Either way, Arland skidded breathlessly to a stop when the grass thinned to sand and sloped gently down to ocean, gloved hands on his knees, doubled over. His head still felt a little rattled and dizzy...he credited it to whatever memory the mansion had stolen away to make him see the halls of Marluxia's castle where the usual hallways should be.
That's when he noticed that the beach too had changed overnight. No longer littered with a flock of black and white and penguin droppings and instead with a sprawl of shipwreck junk, it felt almost like late spring's balmy down here, cooled by the ocean wind which seemed to blow in from behind, beckoning forward in the direction of distant horizons...
And on them, a splash of green. The replica squinted, boots squishing into the sand as he came right up to the smoother damp sand where the waves surged up, washing up to his ankles. Yes. It was a lush patch, dead ahead...he'd never seen it before. But it was close enough to get to in not much time, he figured, with a steady wind like this, and something to float over...if the mansion's central pull could be beat.
He turned when he heard others arriving, grinning, pointing off to the island.
"Hey! Look! Look what's new out there! Lets go and see!"