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[So walking around Garden today, students, you may notice an increasingly more standardized sight: you guessed it, ANOTHER RIKU. Except this one is wearing a bodysuit and

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FFFFFFF. I have to tag this.

[thecolorleslite]

[ She sees him in the Quad. Her day had been going pretty well so she is all small smiles.]

Data Ri-

[ Then , she gets a better look at him. Another Riku? Darn it..]

I'm sorry. My mistake...

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[Oh, Shelke. Poor, sweet, innocent Shelke...]

--Eh?

[He turns around, looking at her.]

Oh. It's you

[thecolorleslite]

Me? Who-

[ The realzation hits her.]

What have you done?

[ She doesn't look surprised In fact , her face has became guarded and blank.

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I haven't done anything

[He makes a laughably bad attempt at a smile -- probably the real Dataku attempting to make some contact with her. Of course, he's still pretty weak, so in the end the whole thing just ends up like a particularly deranged and wide-spread twitch. So on second thought, it's not really laughable anymore, probably inching closer to creepy and very inherently wrong, whether Shelke can pick up on it or not.]

...you know I have to tag this one. :|

[nisenosonzai]

[The only reason he's able to tell he isn't looking in a goddamn mirror anymore is because of one little thing: He lost most of that aggressive jerk in getting the truth of his existence slammed down his throat. Yet he isn't that thrilled either. The reasoning?One. Stupid. Little. Heartless. Trying to out-logic someone who stole the powers of an intellectual. True, it was just the skills and such, but light above he is not pleased in the slightest.

This is why he was headed back to the Training Center - to kill something before it all ended up being self-destructive. Again.

Yet seeing this... coming from the opposite direction he is. Well, he is currently attempting not to give a damn and failing miserably.] ...What happened to you?

[Last he checked, the one who smelled remotely like the inside of some electronic device wasn't... giving him vibes of 'oh shit, run away really fast.']

Oh yes. Yes you do.

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Technical issues

[For some reason he finds this funny. Are you laughing, Repliku? No? Good, because he isn't either, but still. Apparently the minor and not really relevant incident with the One. Stupid. Little. Heartless is amusing to him now.]

You know. It should be all better [by which he means a hell of a lot worse] in a couple of weeks, tops

Data bro, y u b like dat. :|

[nisenosonzai]

[There is an unnatural shudder crawling down his spine. It's like a scene from out of his memories, only from Sora's perspective-not the real thing's. So no, he is not laughing. In fact, it's one of the rare times he suddenly feels like the shoe's on the other foot. Thus, a frown and narrowing of the eyes is probably more fitting than anything else for the time being.]

I seriously doubt that. [Not just because of him, he doesn't know, going from this cocky brat attitude to a suicidal mess in that span of time. But because if that darkness festers for so long, well... He'd rather not meet the data version of Ansem-Riku.]

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Why do you doubt it? Everything is under control

[BLATANT. LIES.]

[Oh, by the way, Repliku? While you're standing there shuddering, guess what Dataku (the real one) is doing? He pretty much performed a mini quarantine and kept a few small pieces of himself together and whole, very much like Mickey did on a smaller scale. So he's sitting somewhere in Darkku's consciousness and he is acting pretty similarly to you. Shuddering and running around to see if there is something, anything, he can do to get out of this. But there really isn't. not yet.]