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[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[it's been a while since she's been around properly. she's just sitting stiffly on a couch, eyes closed and expression faintly annoyed. not that she's going to say anything to anyone, but she's forgotten... well, everything.]



(ooc: Okay, so amnesia's a little more extreme than just forgetting her weilder, but... eh. :D)

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[dawnrise]

Problem?

[don't mind her, just passing by.]

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[...oh, someone who looks like her. she's noticed the doubles around, but has a feeling this isn't quite the same.]

...maybe.

[dawnrise]

[well she can tell who this is, so that's enough to make her stop.]

What is it?

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

...nothing important.

[that's a blatant lie if you know how Rikus and Riku-like things are.]

[dawnrise]

[that doesn't surprise her in the least.]

Right.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[but the problem is about to become pretty obvious when she fidgets slightly for a moment before blurting something out.]

Who are you?

[dawnrise]

[obvious enough to make her pause, however briefly.]

... Riku.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

I don't know that name.

[there's a bit of frustration in her voice and she slumps back against the couch.]

[dawnrise]

[considers that for a moment. maybe she's wrong, and this is a new person. you can never tell in this place.]

What do you know?

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

...that I'm a weapon.

[frowns, crossing her arms.]

That's it.

[dawnrise]

[oh boy. runs a hand through her hair.]

Know your name?

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[obviously trying to think, but she just lowers her head, shaking it lightly.]

No.

[dawnrise]

Guess you don't know who your wielder is, either.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*there is a pair of green eyes staring at you from behind a door*

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[slowly looks over at the feeling of being watched.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

D:

*ducks behind the door for a bit, then slooowly peeks at you again*

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[blinks, head tilting a bit.]

Why are you hiding?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

D:

*caught! and it steps into view, puffing out a bit*

I-- I'm not hiding!

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

That's why you were behind the door, right?

[raises an eyebrow at the puffing.]

So why were you watching me, then?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I was practicing my stealth! And I was looking because you're a girl.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

...that sounds creepy.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Well, you are a girl, aren't you? I haven't seen many girl versions of Riku around.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'm 'Riku'.

[sounds just barely uncertain at that.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

You look like one. Are you a Replica instead?

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head.]

I'm a weapon.