tall_dark_and: (always until the end)
"Is this really going to work?" Riku asks, staring at the door. He's in civilian clothing, cargo pants and a shirt and some good sneakers. He has his hair tied back for the day.

"It might rebuff us, or put us in different places." But Riku is never really one to dawdle on possibilities. He likes to just move and act. Figuring they have a better chance when they go this way, Riku grabs onto Sora's arm and opens the door, pulling Sora out and then -

They're out of a store, in a really crowded area. It looks nothing like he's every seen before. There's some sort of giant tv on the top of a building, and strange metallic things that move on wheels, and -

Well. They certainly reached somewhere different.

There's music in his ears, even there's no possible way. He doesn't understan this at all.

Every day streets are crowded with people
Every night streets are jammed with these noise
"Things are so strange, are they real or a dream"
Where am I now, trapped in this city of illusion
tall_dark_and: (sigh)
Riku is in his and Rhyme's room, waiting around for her to show up. He's flopped on his back over the bed, reading a book, while Moogle Bob hops around him and tries to peer at it as well. Occasionally the thing gets frustrated and smacks him for turning the pages too fast, but Riku just ignores him.

tall_dark_and: ([ smirk ])
Riku is never that antagonistic with the Organization - not anymore. He's been far too busy with DiZ lately to act like a jerk, and definately too inclined to avoid the Castle altogether. But that doesn't mean he doesn't revisit sometimes, either to check the library or keep tabs on their actions.

He just doesn't... take a valid part.

Today is different. Maybe it's because of running into Namine in the bar, or maybe it's his frustration at an argument with DiZ last night. Maybe it's his lack of sleep, maybe it's missing his friends, maybe it's something altogether. In any case, he's pretty annoyed, and in need of an outlet.

Right now, he's sitting in the middle of one of the castle corridors, using Way to the Dawn to carve drawings into the castle wall. It doesn't really work that well - all it really achieves is marks and loud scraping noises - but it's entertaining him. That's clearly enough.

This corridor isn't his only victim. Another hallway's got million of papers scattered all over it. They looked important, so now... they can be less important. Something that served for a kitchen ( do they even need to eat? ) has been trashed up, all the good food taken and the rest of it scattered in interesting ways.

This outlet doesn't involve trying to bait anyone. Not at all.

One satisfactory sounding scrape, and a smirk curls at the edge of his lips.
tall_dark_and: ([ i know something you don't ])
Riku's been away from the tower for far too long. He can't spend every day there, as much as he would like to - there's debts that he has to pay back, and goals that he has to achieve.

The last mission, so to speak, has taken him a few weeks. It feels like much longer, with each day longer than the last. He never thought he'd get so attached to someone - at least not in a capacity other than frend. He certainly never thought someone would get this attached to him.

He's more than a little tired. He's been up for twenty-five hours or so, and he's about ready to crash.... or at least, he should be. But despite the fact DiZ had taken one look at him and promptly ordered him straight to bed, he can't seem to sleep. All he does is toss and turn. He thinks he knows the cure - if only he can manage to sneak out.

But why couldn't he sneak out, anyway? It's not as if DiZ was his father.

He casts an apprehensive glance at the door, and then raises his hand to call a darkpath. And when there's no sound of someone coming to interrupt him, he jumps up from the bed, and hops through it, before anyone can possibly try to stop him.

...too bad he didn't take the time to check himself out before hopping through, because he kind of ends up hitting the ground of Namine's tower in his bedclothes. But boxers and a tshirt was... totally suitable visiting gear.

tall_dark_and: (Default)
Riku is a man with a mission, and a boy with allies.

His mission is to find Sora, and a certain ally has lent him some very important information to help him with this fact. It seems that a boy named Roxas has some very special connections to Sora, and finding him will bring him miles towards his goal of making Sora whole.

Riku was never one to miss a chance, and he's spent the past few days just tracking Roxas. He's been very careful about this, and been very quiet - but he knows that his luck will only last so long. You couldn't be in the Organization without being aware of the dangers around you, after all. At least, not if you wanted to keep your life until you got a heart.

But so far, he hasn't been noticed - or so it seems. In any case, Riku hasn't ran into any problems. Soon enough, he'll confront Roxas. But right now, he's content to just gather information.

So. He is in one of the corridors in the shadow realms, lagging far behind the boy he's keeping an eye on. Because that will keep him from being discovered...
tall_dark_and: (Default)
Riku's been a very daring boy.

This isn't a surprise really - trying to test his limits is a common practice for him. He's been even more reckless lately, ever since he was locked into the Shadow Realms. It's anybody's best guess as to whether he's doing this as a way to punish himself, or a way to find Sora more quickly.

Probably a mix of both.

He's been in the Castle only a few times, but he hasn't met any danger yet. He's easily sneaked in and out, and taken more than a few books from the library as a trophy. It's enough to give someone who's a little less smart a sense of false safety.

Riku knows better. But he's still acting as if he doesn't, anyway.

Maybe he just wants to see what happens.

So. The scene is set, and the player is placed. Now all that is left is to see the unfolding of events...

In the halls of the Castle That Never Was.
tall_dark_and: ([ gaze ])
Our scene is set in the World That Never Was, sometime in the morning. Or at least, what passes well enough for morning - it's not as if the lighting changes, but it is sometime after people wake up, at least.

The specific setting for this venture is in Namine's Tower, where a dark path is opening. Out of this steps Riku. Today is the day that Riku and Namine have planned to take a trip to another world, and he wanted to come as early as possible. Partially in case they run into any problems, and -- well. Partially because he would just like to spend as much time with her as possible.

He has prepared for the occasion, and this fact is obvious from one glance at him. Riku has taken the trouble to ditch his usual outfit, and get ahold of something nicer. Hanging around Hollow Bastion for a few hours can prove to be a beneficial venture. It earned him some nice slacks, and a white dress shirt. His hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail.

That is not all the preperation he has done. His left hand is hiding somethng behind his back - but what could it possibly be?

"Namine?" he asks, his voice a little hesitant and soft.
tall_dark_and: (Default)
Even the best of fighters get taken off-guard sometimes. No matter how much pride you have in your abilities, and no matter how enemies you have defeated - there will always be the one, two, three or more that can knock you down where you stand.

Riku has spent weeks upon weeks on his feet, hardly stopping for a rest to gather his energy. It should be of no surprise that he was finally overcome. No surprise to anyone else, at least - he is doing a rather good job maligning himself because of this.

Not that he is able to do much else. He's really not in the shape to head somewhere, at the moment - so all he can really do is think about this situation.

He's in an alleyway of The World That Never Was, slumped to the ground and leaning heavily against a wall. This is where he managed to retreat to, after several Nobodies overwhelmed him. He's alone - for now. If he doesn't manage to get out of here, he'll be found soon enough.

But he's bleeding from numerous places, and he's in more pain than he would like. Right now, the most appealing thing seems to be to rest... and he really can't get over this urge.

Riku probably needs some help, here. Too bad he's all alone...

memory 02

Dec. 19th, 2006 03:15 pm
tall_dark_and: (Default)
Riku is fifteen, and it's the last day of school.

He's down at the beach, having cleared out of the Academy the second the bell went off. No hanging around there for him - he'll be as social as expected during the school year, but now? He's been freed from his captivity!

Every year he has a certain sort of ritual. He used to get in trouble for it when he returned home, but now his parents are used to it. They sort of sigh and shake his head at him.

The ritual involves getting his uniform as dirty as possible, in all the ways he couldn't have dared even a few weeks ago. Not if he was trying to avoid a million demerits, anyway.

This year, his solution is to the problem is to dig a hole in the mud. He's got most of the uniform off, scattered nearby. The only thing that's left is the pants, and a partially buttoned up dress shirt.

He's digging this hole real deep. He'll leave the rest of the clothing in there awhile, and come back to find it later. Like... a time capsule! But far more satisfying.

And if it washes away, all the better. He'd rather not see any of it again. Even if he has to return to school in three months time.
tall_dark_and: ([ of the past ])
There is a ten year old boy, crouched on the little outpost in the water. He is by his usual spot - underneath the paopu tree.

He doesn't look very happy to be there.

The school uniform he's been forced to wear could account for this. While he knows that he has to put this on and start fresh at his school every single year, he really dreads it. He hates having to go to that stuffy old place, and he hates having to read about boring things. And he especially - especially - hates having to wear a uniform.

It's the first day of school today, and he's supposed to be at school in an hour. He'll make it there, he wouldn't dare to be late. No matter how brave Riku is, he's not an idiot, and the punishment that would befall him was too great to risk.

So he's just sticking around here for a little bit. Just to think, yeah. His finger is absently tugging at his collar, as he stares at the ground below him. He'll get demerit points off for the collar, later. It's already wrinkled, and by the time he's done with it, it'll be hopeless.

But what do you expect? He's a ten year old boy.

And he doesn't want to go to his first day of school.
tall_dark_and: (] blindfold - huh? [)
Riku's not sure where he's found himself this time. He'd been continuing his never-ending search for Sora andorand Roxas, but apparently it'd led him off course. The place almost reminds him of the shadow realms - almost.

It's the dark halls of a cave, one which seems to be deep and almost impenetrable. There's mists all around - they occasionally tickle his nose - and there would be a lack of light, if not for the torches. Those are what convinces him that he's not exactly in Kansas anymore. Light would not survive on the other side, after all.

There's strange items in hollow alcoves along the cave wall. Riku can't exactly recognize them, but they do seem to radiate some form of important. One, a sword - another, a helmet. Another, a... dinosaur bone?

Well. In any case, it might be an interesting place to explore, if not for the fact he needed to be elsewhere. But he doesn't just want to cast an exit out, without knowing where he is. That was more dangerous than necessary.

So he starts to walk, a bit. And hope that he runs into someone.

But knowing his luck, he won't find anyone at all.
tall_dark_and: (Default)
The setting is quite familiar: it's Destiny Islands, just like it always was. The water is a constant sound, a musical to one's ears. The fish are avoiding being caught by Selphie, and Tidus and Wakka are sparring on the beach.

And one teenage boy, by the name of Riku, is sitting at his usual spot under the papoa tree.

He doesn't seem to be doing much at first glance. All he's doing is sitting, his head tilted up, staring at the sky. But those who know him -well- would be able to see that he's thinking.

What he's thinking about is a mystery, though. One might want to ask him. Or if someone's really up to trying their luck... they can sneak up on him.

We'll see if he's paying attention.
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