[Riku hasn't accessed the second level in days. Why? Because he doesn't want anyone to know he's as upset as he is about the loss of his two best friends. He does think they'd be better off wherever they are, whether he's with them or not, so he only searched for them for two days at most before taking to drifting around the city. Particularly in ( Read more... )

[AntiForm Riku has returned! His "condition" seems to have worsened, as he's now taken to crouching in the shadows of an alleyway, not speaking a word. He hasn't spoken a word in days. Instead he's found himself doing exactly what he's doing right at this moment-- watching people as they walk past. He stares at each with a hungry look in those ( Read more... )

[Riku is examining himself in the mirror, shoulders slumped and face slack with disbelief. Why? Because he's found himself in the guise of an Anti Form Heartless (like this but Riku-shaped). Eventually he slides down to the bathroom floor, where he mutters under his breath:] ... What... what the hell?!

[Template has acquired +1 happy Riku. He's been this way since Sora arrived, and there may or may not be an extra bounce in his step as he goes for one of his strolls downtown.]There's lots of singing going on around here lately, huh? I'm tempted to blame a certain spiky-haired kid whose name rhymes with Flora for all this. And none of the people ( Read more... )

[Here you go second level; have a grease-spattered Riku. Wearing an apron by Mikaela's suggestion. For the past two hours or so he's been cleaning up around the auto repair shop where Mikaela works, and where he has recently obtained a new job ( Read more... )

[Riku is still trying to get over the prospect of being related to 3483843 people, and he's therefore been walking around the city all by his lonesome, thinking about said experience. Eventually this particular jumble of thoughts manage to make it to the second level:]

I had two dads. I didn't know who they were before it all happened, but... [He ( Read more... )

[Riku accesses the second level with a purpose, and he looks determined with a dash of irritation mixed in. He is indeed still mad at Dad #1.]

Hey, so, uh... is anyone here hiring? Or does anyone know of places that are? I could use a job, at least till the bookstore's fixed. [Pockets his hands, trying not to fidget.] ... Yeah.

[In the midst of making a sandwich in the kitchen - spreading dill mustard on a piece of rye bread, for those who were wondering - Riku stops. Cocking his head partially to one side, he listens, then gets a look on his face like somebody just made a very bad joke.]Where the hell did that come from...? Don't you have to hear a song before it gets ( Read more... )

That was... too much.

[Riku's on the second level with his arms crossed, and He is Not Amused. He still looks a bit tired from his experiences, with shadows under his eyes and the like.] On the plus side, I think I'm getting used to all the explosions and chaos. Still doesn't make me like it though. [A pause and a sigh.]At least I'll be ready for ( Read more... )

[Riku's radio has crackled on to the sound of footsteps on pavement, wind and distant fire roaring. He's holding the button down as if unsure what to say, while at the same time wishing to say something.]How long did the peace last that time? A week? ... Seems like the only choice we've got is to run. And fight. So I'm doing just that, even if it ( Read more... )