DID SOMEONE CALL FOR A TALKING MOUSE? 8DholyburstkingApril 17 2011, 23:08:07 UTC
[...Well, this was a bit different.
One moment he's in Yen Sid's tower, looking at the old Star Shard he used to use to traverse the worlds to where he was needed most, and the next he was touching it and getting pulled elsewhere. He'd have to fix that window later; whoops.
FUCK YES THEY DIDthe_daybreakApril 17 2011, 23:13:32 UTC
[Destiny Islands, that was where -- and standing on the corner across the street was Riku, glancing to either side for a moment on the off chance that something was gonna hit him as he crossed.
He didn't see anything, though, so he trotted his way across, stopping on the other corner to pull his hair back. Today was a little windy, and it was very much getting in his face.]
[And Mickey sees that, and smiles just a bit before pocketing the Shard. Hopefully it didn't take him away again so soon like it did so long ago. But... why'd it bring him here? This was odd.]
[He'd recognize that just-breathed-helium voice anywhere. He turns on his heel toward the sound of Mickey's voice, grinning when he realizes the king is actually standing there and he's not just hallucinating it or something.]
Mickey, hey!
[He moves to meet the short king, crouching when he gets there so their eye levels are about the same.]
terra and ansem!ku -- keyblade graveyardthe_daybreakApril 18 2011, 21:12:19 UTC
[He doesn't know where he is.
Thousands of keyblades, driven solidly into the dusty ground under his feet. He shifts his weight a little, hand diving into his pocket to grasp the blindfold there. It doesn't work anymore like it should, but it still makes him feel a little more comfortable in this hateful skin.
The man takes a few steps down the empty aisle, eyes traveling over the display quietly. He remembers a tale Mickey told him once -- about thousands of brave Keyblade Masters who gave up their lives in the war. He wonders if this is their resting place, and he shuts his eyes quietly, feeling through his feet the power left there, in the blades and through them, the ground beneath him.
He looks to the dusty sky, sandstorms swirling in the distance, and folds his arms. He'll have to open a Corridor to leave, but he still... wants to find out what kind of stories this place has to tell.]
[ooc: his icons'll be either ansem!ku or just straightup Riku, but let's imagine the Riku icons are Ansem!ku, okay? ;; ]
Terra and Riku in the SNOW (Land of Dragons)takethiskeyApril 21 2011, 01:16:04 UTC
[A mysterious, albeit nostalgic hand touches upon Riku's shoulder. The sounds of his approach hidden by the blustering winds of the cold, snowy mountains.]
/makes a snowman in the backgroundthe_daybreakApril 21 2011, 01:41:35 UTC
[He jumps -- he's paranoid and he knows it but he just can't help that -- and for a moment he nearly throws out a hand and calls the Keyblade. But the hand on his shoulder slows him, calms him down just a little.
Instead of summoning his blade, Riku simply... reaches out with the darkness, pats Terra's form tentatively with it as he turns. He does not pull down the blindfold -- he'll use his powers to see for now.]
Joe: *Makes snowangels in the background*takethiskeyApril 21 2011, 02:23:51 UTC
Makes sense, I think. [He's speaking casually, as if him showing up is no big deal. A relaxing, calm aura emanates from him.] You've done well, Riku.
I couldn't have asked for a better person to inherit the responsibilities of the Keyblade. I knew. [He exhales softly, relieved to finally see the boy from the island as a young adult.]
sora and riku -- au -- "BRIDGE"the_daybreakApril 23 2011, 02:25:06 UTC
[He leaps.
Rain hits him hard, tiny rubber bullets, and he hits the ground hooded and running. Dropping through the bridge pavement, he's invisible to the traffic above, climbing through a jungle gym of metal spires.
Finally he gets to the note, duct-taped haphazardly to the belly of the bridge, and he knows that the person he's supposed to meet is above him.
Now, to find out if he's been stood up -- and he climbs back through, flipping his back hood up to ward off the rain.]
[High above the blazing lights of traffic and even further from the darkened water below stands a single figure in the dark. Not a soul would see the hidden male casually leaning against part of the metal structure they crossed almost daily. A dark blue umbrella is gripped in his hand as he waited in the darkened night for his guest.
It didn't take long before there was the approach of another person and bright blue eyes flickers up to look at him.]
[Now he couldn't stop the shudder running down his spine at the mere thought of being soaked. It wasn't a pleasant image in his mind thinking of all of the stashes of paper being too wet to properly use.]
I came prepared. [A small finger taps the handle of his overly-large umbrella.
He returns the small smile before pushing himself away from the structure.]
Xion and Riku post-prom AUseasalt_sunsetApril 23 2011, 08:24:35 UTC
[There's a large amount of clatter at the door as the pair enters the darkened living room. Not that it mattered, because her Dad was out late tonight at the lab. Still, they didn't bother turning a light on, the dim lighting from down the hall was just enough to keep things somewhat visible, though it's a little hard to discern Xion's curves in her little black dress.
Removing his jacket and kicking off her heels, she leads Riku out of the doorway and into the room. Having been especially pleased by the nights events thus far, she gives him two gracious palms to the chest and pushes him gently down onto the dark-blue couch against the wall of the room. She's quickly in his lap, looking at him fondly. The ebon haired girl grabs the boy's tie, pulling his head forward to connect their lips.
One pleasurable noise later, and she pulls back.]
Thanks sooo much for tonight...You are the best date.
[It's been a long night, but it wasn't so bad. Riku's unsure what ever possessed him to follow her back here, but he's kinda glad it did.
He hits the couch with a small noise, but Xion's tiny form isn't much weight and his hand is quickly on her upper thigh, kissing back gently. When she pulls away he rests his head back on the couch, white hair practically glowing in the dark gloom of the living room.
He chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss her gently again.]
Maybe not...[Her lips are curled into a smile, even as he's kissing her. Her fingers slide into the crevices between his ribs and gently move up and down, enjoying his masculine frame. She takes initiative and begins kissing him on the corners of his mouth first, then along his cheek and jawline, down to his neck and collar bone. She whispers, breath hot against his skin.]
[His suit is going to be so wrinkled tomorrow, but does he care? Not particularly, and he tangles his fingers in her hair, the other hand tracing the line of her spinal cord.]
In that case, I don't mind so much.
[There's a tiny grin, and he leans forward to kiss her temple.]
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One moment he's in Yen Sid's tower, looking at the old Star Shard he used to use to traverse the worlds to where he was needed most, and the next he was touching it and getting pulled elsewhere. He'd have to fix that window later; whoops.
But where was he, now?]
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He didn't see anything, though, so he trotted his way across, stopping on the other corner to pull his hair back. Today was a little windy, and it was very much getting in his face.]
Wonder where Sora wanted to meet up...
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Riku!
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Mickey, hey!
[He moves to meet the short king, crouching when he gets there so their eye levels are about the same.]
How're you doing?
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Thousands of keyblades, driven solidly into the dusty ground under his feet. He shifts his weight a little, hand diving into his pocket to grasp the blindfold there. It doesn't work anymore like it should, but it still makes him feel a little more comfortable in this hateful skin.
The man takes a few steps down the empty aisle, eyes traveling over the display quietly. He remembers a tale Mickey told him once -- about thousands of brave Keyblade Masters who gave up their lives in the war. He wonders if this is their resting place, and he shuts his eyes quietly, feeling through his feet the power left there, in the blades and through them, the ground beneath him.
He looks to the dusty sky, sandstorms swirling in the distance, and folds his arms. He'll have to open a Corridor to leave, but he still... wants to find out what kind of stories this place has to tell.]
[ooc: his icons'll be either ansem!ku or just straightup Riku, but let's imagine the Riku icons are Ansem!ku, okay? ;; ]
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...You've grown.
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Instead of summoning his blade, Riku simply... reaches out with the darkness, pats Terra's form tentatively with it as he turns. He does not pull down the blindfold -- he'll use his powers to see for now.]
... You're the same.
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I couldn't have asked for a better person to inherit the responsibilities of the Keyblade. I knew. [He exhales softly, relieved to finally see the boy from the island as a young adult.]
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[Terra congratulates him, but Riku doesn't agree. He frowns a little beneath the strip of cloth, looking pensive.]
... Honestly, I... you made a mistake.
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Rain hits him hard, tiny rubber bullets, and he hits the ground hooded and running. Dropping through the bridge pavement, he's invisible to the traffic above, climbing through a jungle gym of metal spires.
Finally he gets to the note, duct-taped haphazardly to the belly of the bridge, and he knows that the person he's supposed to meet is above him.
Now, to find out if he's been stood up -- and he climbs back through, flipping his back hood up to ward off the rain.]
Hi.
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It didn't take long before there was the approach of another person and bright blue eyes flickers up to look at him.]
Hey, thanks for meeting me in this weather.
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I'm surprised you're not soaked, Paper.
[Riku shifts minutely, pushing his hood back just enough so his companion can see his expression. It's a tiny smile.]
Are you ready?
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I came prepared. [A small finger taps the handle of his overly-large umbrella.
He returns the small smile before pushing himself away from the structure.]
As ready as I'll ever be.
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Removing his jacket and kicking off her heels, she leads Riku out of the doorway and into the room. Having been especially pleased by the nights events thus far, she gives him two gracious palms to the chest and pushes him gently down onto the dark-blue couch against the wall of the room. She's quickly in his lap, looking at him fondly. The ebon haired girl grabs the boy's tie, pulling his head forward to connect their lips.
One pleasurable noise later, and she pulls back.]
Thanks sooo much for tonight...You are the best date.
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He hits the couch with a small noise, but Xion's tiny form isn't much weight and his hand is quickly on her upper thigh, kissing back gently. When she pulls away he rests his head back on the couch, white hair practically glowing in the dark gloom of the living room.
He chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss her gently again.]
You don't need to thank me.
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But I want to.
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In that case, I don't mind so much.
[There's a tiny grin, and he leans forward to kiss her temple.]
You're welcome.
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