fracture.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he's causing quite a ruckus, shooting the dangling crystals off the chandelier in the ball room. bang. reload. bang. reload. he's using a revolver magnum he found in... well that's not important.]

Comments

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Nice aim.

[has about...well, so many guns on him. say hello to zombie hunter you.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he spins, and that revolver is pointed right at the fellow Sora. he eases up immediately though, dropping his arm to his side.]

Thank you.

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Easy, want to poke someone's eye out?

Though I can kind of understand, I was paranoid when I first got here.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he sighs.]

Been here longer than necessary... and the paranoia still hasn't gone away.

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Well, I can say this world was better than where I was from.

At least no zombies.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he turns back around, outstretching his arm as he takes aim.]

I'd rather be home.

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

What's your world like? [lounges back on a seat, handgun and BANG. someone joined your game]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't even flinch, too familiar with the sounds of gunfire.]

Worse than here, but it needs me.

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

War? [BANG BANG BANG]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Do you have to make such a racket?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[glances over his shoulder... and fires the gun off again. another crystal pops as the bullet decimates it.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[bang.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[it's a pretty big chandelier, Riku, and he has a lot of irritation to burn. bangbang.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[the metal nozzle presses to Riku's chest. too blue eyes stare up at him.]

... yes?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[he's content to watch, and sidestep if some of the crystals get too close for comfort.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his aim is painfully exact, hitting only one crystal at a time. he's so wrapped up in his silly little game he doesn't even notice Riku.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[that's just what he wants. maybe after a few moments, he'll go...]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[oh, but Sora's run out of bullets. the game is over so he turns to-- oh, hello Riku.]

Riku...

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

Wanted to check up on you.

[and then his hands are in his pockets, and he straightens, preparing to leave.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

How are you?

[he tilts his head a little.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[a small pause, his eyes hidden by his long bangs.]

Cold.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Really? I'm hot.

[fans himself.]