good to go;

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[a tall, hooded figure steps through a portal, stopping short when he sees that he's not where he meant to go. he almost leaves right then and there, but something, perhaps the feeling of dozens, hundreds, of familiar people stops him. he's not certain how far he wants to venture into unknown territory, so he's just going to stand there in thought, leaning against the wall silently.]



(ooc: brb buying a ticket for the failtrain.)

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[dawnrise]

[oh is it time for some brainbreak? don't mind that very female Riku passing by; she looks a little slick with sweat, having been training moments before. she's got nothing to say to another Riku, but this one... she does give a glance as she starts past.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[never mind the fact that she's female; the very fact that there's someone who looks like him is enough to make him straighten in alarm.]

Who-?

[dawnrise]

[oh, great. that makes her stop, but in the way that suggests she'll keep moving at any second.]

What?

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

[the tone's a lot of things; wary, for the most part, but it's underlined with confusion and he looks ready to summon his weapon at any moment.]

[dawnrise]

Riku.

[says it quite easily, watching him, because she can summon her Keyblade just as easily, if the need calls for it.]

I'm guessing you're the same.

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[it probably won't be necessary. he frowns, though it's not visible, because she's definitely not a replica (as much as he'd like to think otherwise).]

Yes.

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

['sup, eight-year-old Ansem says hello.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[....oh. well then. under that hood is an incredulous stare, and he's wondering if Ansem had kids or something that someone forgot to mention.]

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

What, you can't talk?

[dawnrise]

[she's frowning too, studying him. it's unsettling, to look at someone with that face.]

Where's Sora?

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

I can.

[it's said stiffly, because he's really not sure he wants to talk to this kid.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[that just gets him to clam up, eyes narrowing slightly.]

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

Okay, what's your name?

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

Not your business.

[crosses his arms, frowning deeply down at him.]

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[dawnrise]

[shakes her head gently, then starts walking again. so much for the subtle questions.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

Because.

[are we playing the avoiding-the-question game.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

[weighs the pros and cons of the situation before deciding that it wouldn't really do that much harm.]

...he's in Halloween Town.

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

You're a very boring person. Have you seen a little kid named Riku around? The one throwing dark firagas at stuff since there's like a million of them.

[he's corrupting his fellow Rikus, yup.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

...what?

[little kid named- what the hell is going on?]

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

Are you stupid or just new here?

[dawnrise]

[slows to a stop, but doesn't look back at him yet.]

Awake. Good.

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

New.

[shortly. really not liking the kid's attitude.]

[walking-dawn.livejournal.com]

Awake.

[gruff; obviously not fond of that line of conversation.]

[tinyseeker.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is the dressing room. There's doubles of everyone here and there's no way out.

[did I mention that this kid has cat ears and a tail because of a spell?]