Log/Thread; Petals of DEATHHHHHHhhhh

[dramatic_orange]

Who: Hamlet dramatic_orange, Marluxia petalreaper, Riku silverstung, and now Chris nottwiceblessed
What: Hamlet's running, Flower Power's attacking, and RIKU'S COMING TO THE RESCUE. And Chris is being called.
When: Nao plz.
Where: ... Floor five, then the yard, then the wall, then next to the entrance of the castle. And then the clinic
Why: That's what happens when Hamlet dumps meat on Marluxia's

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[silverstung]

Riku wasn't the dashing her type. Nor was he a knight. In terms of heroism, he was pretty far down on the list. At least... that's what he told himself. But it didn't mean he'd pass up the chance to help somebody. It wasn't his job, but he was compelled to do it.

If he didn't help them, who would?

And that was how Riku found himself frogjumping terriers as he fought his way down the floors of the castle, zipping by people he might've recognized, and launching himself out of a second story window. It would've been suicidal if he wasn't used to dodging gravity anyway. He clung to the brief sill, searching for and immediately spotting the target: a pink-haired vision of death in comparison to a smaller, shaking figure.

Willing his feet to fly, Riku melted into a silver and navy blur as he shot toward them. That cloak meant Organization XIII, he could spot it from a mile away; the scythe and vines could've only meant the one called Marluxia. He remembered, from DiZ's...

FOCUS! He wasn't about to throw his keyblade, but like hell he

[petalreaper]

Who was that coming? Someone coming to save Hamlet, he supposed. He drew his scythe away from from Hamlet's neck, but not before slicing it, just a bit. He turned the scythe into a defensive position. The weapon took the brunt of the attack, but Marluxia was pushed backwards by the force.

"Boy, what are you doing here?" He grinned, readying his scythe. "I thought that was Sora's job... to save people who don't need saving and all that."

[dramatic_orange]

Hamlet jerked, coughing and putting a hand up to cover the cut. He opened his eyes to see who his savior was. 'Riku...?'

It was Riku. His mouth made the movements of his name, but no sound came out. He cursed the castle... and thanked whatever God was responsible for sending Riku to come to his rescue. He refrained from moving much further than curling himself up, covering his stomach and throat and most vital areas. He didn't want to get injured anymore. He wanted to get to the clinic, get to the room...

He wanted to get to Chris.

[silverstung]

Riku's eyes darted to Hamlet from beneath a veil of silvery bangs. He didn't know this kid, but they looked honestly scared... not to mention outmatched.

"My name is Riku, not 'Boy.'" Riku remained at medium range, keyblade raised in his usual fashion like a snake ready to strike. "I'm here because I'd rather fall back into darkness than let one of you kill an innocent." Marluxia's bloodstained image was rather haunting. "He doesn't even have a weapon. Just when I thought you couldn't get any lower, you prove you truly have no mercy--"

The teen lowered into a crouch. "-- so I won't show any to you!"

[dramatic_orange]

Hamlet looked at him, and quickly moved to grab his A-Ts, looking at them sadly. They were ruined... He would have to find someone to help him with that... When he turned around and nodded to Riku, he was unexpectedly picked up by the older boy, and was carried inside. He looked surprised, and made a noise-- except not really because no sound came out. ( >//// )

It was at that point that he finally felt safe, no longer vulnerable, and he was able to relax just a little bit...

[silverstung]

Riku told the nurses at the clinic everything he knew about the attack, which wasn't much. In the midst of trying to find an antidote or a healing spell, Riku was a tower of calm. He sat at Hamlet's bedside, lips a thin line from concern or something else. Tucked beneath an arm was a clipboard.

"So, you can't talk." It was a statement, not a question. Riku seemed to space whoever had that affliction in the castle, seeing as it was the very day he arrived himself. He offered Hamlet the clipboard and pen. "Can you write, or are you too sick? If you don't have any friends or anything, it's fine. I can stay all night to make sure that bastard doesn't come back for a second round."

[dramatic_orange]

Hamlet smiled in response, taking the clipboard. He remembered now; Riku had never seen or heard him... He began to write on the paper clipped there, then handed it back to the older teen. It read in neat handwriting:

"I don't think you remember me, but I don't blame you, since we've never met face-to-face. It's Hamlet. We met last night... remember? The castle's temporarily (I hope!) taken away my voice... It should be back in the next couple days, though.

Riku, I need you to do something for me. I need you to call out for someone named 'Chris'. Call out for him and tell him to come here. You'll understand once you've done it."

[silverstung]

Riku's eyes widened, clearly visible from beneath his silvery hair-- a distinct aquamarine color. "You're-- you're Hamlet?" Wow, he was wrong. Riku's eyes moved from Hamlet to the clipboard, then he nodded in acceptance. Everything was good between them, right? So why did he feel so damned guilty all of a sudden? "Eheh. Nice to finally meet you in person. I thought a puppet master would look more... ah, forget it. Sorry about being a jerk."

"Call out... out loud?" He fixated the boy with a strange look. It wasn't much better than sending a messenger dog, he supposed, though there were plenty around these days. He'd heard of stranger ways to get someone's attention. Like talking magical journals. Riku turned toward the door and framed his mouth with his hands.

"CHRIIIISSSS! YOU NEED TO COME HERE!" Riku let his hands drop back to his sides and tilted his head, waiting.