Time to make some noise [OPEN]

[antireaction]

Characters: Riku Replica antireaction & open
Setting/Location: Inside the towers (yes, towers.)
Date & Time: Day 1, just before noon
Warnings: Massive amounts of brat, derp, and loudness ahoy!
Summary: The Replia is out on a mission. That mission? Find that charm of his. It wasn't outside, he looked practically everywhere. And before he gives up and

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[antireaction]

There'd definitely be a big lump on his head, but that wasn't really bothering him right now. He was used to worse what with being tossed around like a ragdoll by Larxene, beaten into the ground time and time again by Riku and Sora, and a simple bump definitely had nothing on lightning. But now, now he's rubbing at his head, one eye closed and a slight grimace on his face as he takes in the girl in front of him. But... this was the girl? The Sora Replica? The one who'd been arguing with him on the jun-o-thingie earlier? He still stood by his earlier assumption that she was nothing like what he'd imagined. Slighter, ... different looking. The black hair wasn't expected, but... she did have Sora's eyes.

"Didn't seem that loud," he was grumbling, and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from doing it. The Replica was annoyed. With pretty much everything. And... he was trying not to betray how frantic he was getting. Losing that charm was like losing a part of himself. The only bit of his fake heart he felt counted. So when she mentioned him leaving it back in the castle, he froze. Completely stiffened up and clenched his teeth and his fists at his sides.

"... No," and then... then there was a bit of panic in his voice, his demeanor. His fists were clenching and unclenching, his breath starting to quicken just slightly before he forced it back under control. And he just couldn't stop shifting from foot to foot as he stood there. "I have to find it. You don't understand. I..." he shook his head, forcing the panic back, the annoyance and... the pain. "I need that charm." It's all I have.

So after a moment of standing there in silence, watching as Xion turned her head downward, he was about to walk away, to yell out something about going off for another search round, but something stopped him. A nagging question that had been bothering him, something he'd just managed to get words enough to voice.

"... You... said people don't see you as you, right?" his eyes raked over her form for a second, a frown pulling at her lips as he stared, took in her hair, the shape of a face that reminded him so much of Naminé - even the uneven hair, how it was hanging down more on one side, reminiscent of how Naminé wore her hair - and even the cloak of the Organization. "Who's the girl, then? The one with black hair?"

And as much as he wanted to find the charm, for whatever reason... this was bugging him. And the Replica honestly didn't care about people other than himself and Naminé. The fact that Xion got him to pause in something that included both him and the blonde Nobody? That was a pretty big thing.