Asato was walking the halls today, wanting to head into the library to find something that Miles might like to read more than his cat book. The frightened voice and names that sounded like they might be from his own world caught his attention however and he detoured towards it.
He was a bit disappointed to find another not!cat, but he was still friendly and willing to help. Ears flicking forward, he tried to appear calm and gentle.
Riku is still huddled against the wall, trying to get his bearings, when he spies what he takes at first for a person approaching. Then he notices the cat-like ears on the young man's head. He's seen manga artwork with catgirls and catboys, but he never thought they might really exist somewhere.
"Huh-who are you?" he asks, still nervous and apprehensive, but starting to grow curious. "What is this place?"
"I'm Asato. This place is called the Mansion. It's a good place." He may not fit the usual image of catboy, being about six feet tall and a little rougher looking, but then, what does Asato know about manga?
The last thing Armand expects to see was an unfamiliar child. He thinks he knows most of them, teens and younger both. Well, he must be wrong or this child is new. He can't even begin to guess age.
He sets aside his cup of mint tea and nods. "How are you? I don't think we've met."
Meeting Asato has helped Riku to calm down a little, and so he's started to explore the Mansion. When he enters the common room, he spies a man whose clothes and pony tail remind him a little of Haji's, which gives him a little more confidence. "Oh, I just got here," Riku replies. "I'm Riku Miyagusuku. Is this Mansion yours?"
"It's nice to meet you. And I... yeah, I just found myself here," the young man replies, hesitantly, glancing around and dropping his voice, in case anyone overhears them. "I... I died before I came here. Is... is this heaven? Dad said that people who always try to be good and kind to others, no matter what, go to heaven when they die."
Would he like a mother? A rather unconventional one, but Nerdanel is still a mother by nature, and the sight of anyone looking vulnerable, or even just young, always has her full attention.
Wherever Riku is wandering, he might find himself coming across a red-haired woman, more than usually statuesque, and regal, her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. She notes him, and considers saying hello, but decides, because of his age and the fact that he seems a little jumpy, to let him make that decision.
Iiii don't know who else I should send. Any ideas? >.>
Riku's biological mom died so long ago, he's almost forgotten her: George Miyagusuku -- Dad -- was practically both father and mother to him for so long that the man's exuberant but laid-back personality and his deep affection for his family eclipsed those memories. But seeing this tall, stately lady as he's roaming about, looking for a room to call his own, brings back a memory of missing his mother when he was much smaller. But those ears remind him a little of the Schiff, whom he'd only started to realize were less threatening than they seemed, so he draws back a bit, wary, but at the same time drawn to her motherly air.
"Ma'am, is this your house?" he asks, the question just slipping out.
I'm wondering how Light would react to a fledgling chiropteran Chevalier who's also a countryman of his, but it might be too much for the little guy, though he'd probably be really nice to Light in spite of his grumpiness. They'd be good for each other.
Nerdanel is the least dangerous of her family, to be sure; and she'd never harm anyone, unless they attacked her sons. She goes a little Mama Bear on that front. She turns, and gives him a smile that's meant to be reassuring, and probably is. She gives off an air of still waters run deep, tranquility that hides a strong undercurrent of warmth. "No, not at all - it's not anyone's, properly. Or perhaps it belongs to everyone who lives here. But it isn't mine. Are you looking for a room?"
"Oh, yeah! Er... yes, ma'am. I just got here and... well, I don't need to sleep, but I could use a room to stay in," he says, polite, but quietly cheerful. She might sense something a little different about him, but he's clearly harmless. "But... what do you mean when you said this place belongs to everyone? What is this place?"
Riku's starting to get his bearings, but as he's wandering along a corridor later that evening, something about the shadows makes him pause, fearful. Who knows what could be lurking in a place like this? This new place seems all right, but it's still unfamiliar. Part of him tries to tell him he has to be brave, but part of him is still a young man with an injured spirit.
Thus, Belize might hear a sob from a young man, hardly more than a boy, who's trying to hide himself in the very shadows he's afraid of.
Riku almost jolts at that voice and looks up, following that voice to the gentle-looking young man who's just approached. The newcomer's dark skin makes him think of Louis and he manages a wavering smile at the memory of someone pleasant in his world. "It's just me," Riku manages to reply, stepping out of the shadows. "There aren't any... vampires or creepy things that come out at night in this place, are there?" he asks, glancing back to the shadows. The fear in his large brown eyes is genuine, not just the apprehension of a kid with an overactive imagination.
Light's headache has been...a little better. With regular aspirin. On the other hand, he can also feel a bad mood creeping over his shoulder; the same old feelings of dissatisfaction and boredom and general dullness. He hasn't found the red-haired twins that were mentioned, and he's not even sure that he wants to. It would probably only be useless anyway.
He hates this line of thinking, but it's difficult to escape once it starts. Hence why he would welcome a distraction, even in the form of a young boy from his own country. Good with children or not, talking to someone is more stimulating than nothing. He lifts his head slightly lazily, considering Riku with his eyes half closed, mouth in a tiny frown.
Decided on your recommendation it might be interesting to see what happens. Who knows? XD
Riku has been eager to find the library, and it's like a dream come true when he walks into this room lined floor to ceiling with books. He promptly goes looking for a copy of "Tom Sawyer", one of his favorites, which Dad had read to him when he was younger. But as luck would have it, the book is on a shelf above his head. Thus he goes looking for a chair to stand on, and spies one next to another, occupied by a red-haired man about the same age as Haji -- well, at least as far as appearances go, since he'd found out Haji was much older than he looked.
"Hello there, is it okay if I borrow this chair? I need it to get a book down from the shelf," Riku asks politely. His accent marks him as Okinawan, but his long jacket and knee pants make him look like he wandered in from a nineteenth century costume drama.
Light finds a smile, and nods, amiably enough, though his eyes are still considering, noting the clothes - not that it's so much of a surprise now, but still - and the accent. "Of course," he says, graciously. "I'm not occupying it."
The politeness is refreshing, though, after meeting so many abrasive figures. Namely one, really, but.
"Thanks, mister," he says, taking the chair and going back to the shelf to fetch his book. A moment later, he comes back with the chair which, though it's a well-built chair he carries with one arm as if it didn't weigh more than the book under his other arm. He sets down the chair back where he'd found it and sits on it. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself: I'm Riku, Riku Miyagusuku."
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He was a bit disappointed to find another not!cat, but he was still friendly and willing to help. Ears flicking forward, he tried to appear calm and gentle.
"Hello? It's okay. You are safe."
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"Huh-who are you?" he asks, still nervous and apprehensive, but starting to grow curious. "What is this place?"
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"What's your name?"
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The last thing Armand expects to see was an unfamiliar child. He thinks he knows most of them, teens and younger both. Well, he must be wrong or this child is new. He can't even begin to guess age.
He sets aside his cup of mint tea and nods. "How are you? I don't think we've met."
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Wherever Riku is wandering, he might find himself coming across a red-haired woman, more than usually statuesque, and regal, her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. She notes him, and considers saying hello, but decides, because of his age and the fact that he seems a little jumpy, to let him make that decision.
Iiii don't know who else I should send. Any ideas? >.>
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"Ma'am, is this your house?" he asks, the question just slipping out.
I'm wondering how Light would react to a fledgling chiropteran Chevalier who's also a countryman of his, but it might be too much for the little guy, though he'd probably be really nice to Light in spite of his grumpiness. They'd be good for each other.
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Belize is walking about purposely and is smiling to himself, though he's a busy man these days.
This time, he's on his way to visit a friend, though as he isn't expected, he can be easily distracted.
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Thus, Belize might hear a sob from a young man, hardly more than a boy, who's trying to hide himself in the very shadows he's afraid of.
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He'll call out, quietly. "Hey, anyone here?"
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He hates this line of thinking, but it's difficult to escape once it starts. Hence why he would welcome a distraction, even in the form of a young boy from his own country. Good with children or not, talking to someone is more stimulating than nothing. He lifts his head slightly lazily, considering Riku with his eyes half closed, mouth in a tiny frown.
Decided on your recommendation it might be interesting to see what happens. Who knows? XD
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"Hello there, is it okay if I borrow this chair? I need it to get a book down from the shelf," Riku asks politely. His accent marks him as Okinawan, but his long jacket and knee pants make him look like he wandered in from a nineteenth century costume drama.
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The politeness is refreshing, though, after meeting so many abrasive figures. Namely one, really, but.
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