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Characters: justabignobody and masteryslight
Where & When: Riku's room in Tenna Villa, backdated to last weekend because I fail orz
Rating & Why: Uhm... PG? idek. Can't we just make 'I'll edit as needed' a rating by itself? orz
Summary: Master Eraqus thinks, the Darkness needs to be destroyed. Riku thinks, it's not all that bad. Needless to say that those two opinions clash quite a bit.
If one were to enter Riku's room, they'd find it empty - the only thing indicating that he wasn't all too far was his Black Coat that he had thrown over the back rest of the chair (which, all things indicate, should show just how comfortable he had grown in Tenna Villa and the people around him). Sitting on his desk was a pile of papers - the writing careful and neat, as if meant for others to be read. Totally oppose to that were the sheets that were scattered all over his in some form of controlled chaos, as if someone had tried to find a common denominator between the individual pieces of information.
Riku himself was lying on the roof of the building, wearing a long-sleeved version of his white vest, starring at the horizon, but in reality focusing at the lights of Sora and Kairi so close by, allowing himself to be comforted by the familiar feel. He had been dreaming a lot in the last few nights, about Hollow Bastion, about Castle Oblivion - a result of thinking so much about these times about all these things that had been hardly more than hinted at to him since he had arrived in Splendor.
That, he had realized when he had started to write out the information, was a lot more than he had formerly thought. Many mysteries, mostly linked to Sora and Xehanort and Riku was certain, if he wanted any chance of protecting Sora here, he would have to solve that puzzle. Still, right now he was going in circles; there was just not enough information to go by. Perhaps he thought, he should take it to Eraqus. About that... and perhaps also about the things Vanitas had said when they had 'talked' at the beach. What he had said about the Keyblade... Riku shook his head. He shouldn't be contemplating things like that even if they might not be quite as big an impossibility as he had previously thought. It was just better to safe himself from the disappointment and accept the Keyblade as a road forever closed to him.
Where & When: Riku's room in Tenna Villa, backdated to last weekend because I fail orz
Rating & Why: Uhm... PG? idek. Can't we just make 'I'll edit as needed' a rating by itself? orz
Summary: Master Eraqus thinks, the Darkness needs to be destroyed. Riku thinks, it's not all that bad. Needless to say that those two opinions clash quite a bit.
If one were to enter Riku's room, they'd find it empty - the only thing indicating that he wasn't all too far was his Black Coat that he had thrown over the back rest of the chair (which, all things indicate, should show just how comfortable he had grown in Tenna Villa and the people around him). Sitting on his desk was a pile of papers - the writing careful and neat, as if meant for others to be read. Totally oppose to that were the sheets that were scattered all over his in some form of controlled chaos, as if someone had tried to find a common denominator between the individual pieces of information.
Riku himself was lying on the roof of the building, wearing a long-sleeved version of his white vest, starring at the horizon, but in reality focusing at the lights of Sora and Kairi so close by, allowing himself to be comforted by the familiar feel. He had been dreaming a lot in the last few nights, about Hollow Bastion, about Castle Oblivion - a result of thinking so much about these times about all these things that had been hardly more than hinted at to him since he had arrived in Splendor.
That, he had realized when he had started to write out the information, was a lot more than he had formerly thought. Many mysteries, mostly linked to Sora and Xehanort and Riku was certain, if he wanted any chance of protecting Sora here, he would have to solve that puzzle. Still, right now he was going in circles; there was just not enough information to go by. Perhaps he thought, he should take it to Eraqus. About that... and perhaps also about the things Vanitas had said when they had 'talked' at the beach. What he had said about the Keyblade... Riku shook his head. He shouldn't be contemplating things like that even if they might not be quite as big an impossibility as he had previously thought. It was just better to safe himself from the disappointment and accept the Keyblade as a road forever closed to him.