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[firststeptodawn]

Who: Riku and OPEN~
What: Wandering around, attempted use of not quite developed ninja skills and potential attacks on everyone that looks like they might be part of a certain Organization and therefore high up on his suspect list for potential culprits in this mess
Where: House 13 and around
When: shortly after nightfall
Warnings: potential

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[memoryshell]

[Members of a certain Organization, eh?

Well, here's one for you, Riku. There's a girl with short black hair wearing the Organization coat sitting just outside of House 13. She's minding her own business, eating sea salt ice cream.

What do, Riku? What do?]

[firststeptodawn]

Somehow I doubt that they'll bother.

[They hadn't bothered with him either he guessed... just turned and twisted him until he broke apart. At least that's what Namine had told him.]

I meant the other one like you.

[He sighs, shaking his head and turning away.]

You should find yourself a way out of there. Take it from someone who's seen it; you'll be much happier in the end.

dammit, random period up there in the middle of a sentence :| how did that happen

[memoryshell]

Another like me...?

[She just. She doesn't...]

How -- How? How is this person like me? How am I... a fake? [Not that she believes him. No. She doesn't. She's not a fake. She isn't.

... everything, a lie...]

/patpat;

[firststeptodawn]

[He glances back at her, and for a moment he doesn't see her, but his Replica just before their fight in the memory of Twilight Town, his anger, his despair to be his own person ("That's right, I'm a phony, a fake! The way I look, the way I feel, everything I remember!").

He remembers the aftermath, remembers watching the boy that looked exactly like him from head to toe fade away into darkness ("Where will my heart go? Does it disappear?" "It'll go somewhere. Maybe to the same place as mine." "Tsk. A faithful replica until the very end.").

In the end, he guesses, he doesn't really want her to share the same fate.]

He was made from memories that weren't his own. So are you, I think.

[Though, he can't help but wonder just when and how the Organization had gotten their hands on Kairi's memories; had they gone all the way to Destiny Islands? His heart skips a beat at that thought - if that was true, then Kairi wasn't as safe as he had thought until now after all.]

[memoryshell]

Memories that aren't...

[Maybe these are memories... It just seems weird that they're mine.]

But... No... That can't...

Nobodies aren't made from memories, anyway! That doesn't make any sense!

[She's clinging to it desperately know. She's a Nobody, just like Roxas and Axel. She doesn't have memories of her time as a human, just like Roxas. She's not a fake. She's not. She's not...]

[firststeptodawn]

Nobodies aren't. But you are not a Nobody.

[And so it makes all very much sense; to Riku at least.

He shakes his head.]

I can't make you believe anything you don't want to believe. [And it clearly seems at she doesn't.] But... you shouldn't take what they tell you for the truth either.

[memoryshell]

[...

Xion decides, very suddenly, that she's done with this conversation.

Without saying anything else, she gets to her feet and just... starts running. She's going to run and run and run, because maybe then, just then, she'd feel better, and everything he told her will fall away and that conversation would've never happened.]

[firststeptodawn]

[He looks after her, sighing and shaking his head... there is no sense in running after her. All he can do is try to talk to her again on another day.]