was I just a ghost?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[something seems...off about her today. it might be the blank look on her face, or maybe just the determined way she's carrying herself. she's just walking down one of the hallways, towards a certain Roxas's room.]

[ooc; mostly for f_iery (and other people who know who they are such as lived_in_a_lie), but feel free to bother]

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[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He's in his room, resting like he should be. For once.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[that makes things easy for her; god knows she's already at enough of a disadvantage. reaches the door and knocks on it.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He sounds a little hoarse from coughing so much, but hey.]

Yeah?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[pretending to still be normal. pushes it open.]

Hey. Feeling better?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

I'm not coughing up a lung anymore, at least.

[Doesn't turn to look at her, just lying back comfortably on the bed.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

That's good.

[and that means she can let up on the act a little bit.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

So what are you up to?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Same as always, I guess.

[starting to come up close to him on the side he's facing away from. this all depends on timing...]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He must be getting soft. He's oblivious and just lays still, assuming she's coming over to sit with him like usual.]

Oh?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[she's close enough now, so she reaches out fast, intending to hit one of his pressure points.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Oof. and it's a direct hit. His eyes roll back into his head slightly and he passes out, unconscious.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[well, that was easy enough. pulls out the rope she brought with her and sets about tying him to the bed.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Of course it was easy. He's sick and unsuspecting.

It might take him a little while, but he's finally waking up. He just lets out a groan and winces.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[just...waiting, seemingly relaxed.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Finally opens his eyes and looks up and around, tugging at the ropes, before looking over at her.]

What the hell, Riku.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[they're the most fire-resistant ropes she could find, but that probably won't help much if he uses his full power. looks innocent.]

Yeah?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Why am I tied to my bed?

[He'll give it a second before he tries. That explosive headache is making it difficult to concentrate.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Dad wants you dead.

[actually looks a little...saddened? by that for a moment.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

Yeeeeah.... what else is new?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

...And I'm supposed to be the one to do it.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[That just makes him frown hard.]

Since when are you working for him again and what makes you think you're going to kill me?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Since I remembered who I'm really loyal to.

[...And her face softens a little.]

I didn't say I was gonna.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

... what.

[Lets out an irritated sigh.]

What's going on.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[she wouldn't tell him even if she knew that she was brainwashed. stays silent.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

... Riku?

[Waits a moment, then sighs, laying back.]

What do you plan on doing.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

...Not sure yet.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[... :|]

Could you have maybe thought about that before you knocked me out?

[Yeah burning off those ropes now... o-or not. fire resistant is enough to stop him at the moment.]

Great.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

No.

[flatly. she might want to protect him but she's still 'loyal' to Vexen.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes and tugs at those ropes more, trying to burn them again.]

Okay, so you're not going to kill me. Why am I tied here.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to do anything stupid.

[plus if he stays out of the way, she's not technically betraying Vexen. right? right.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes and finally burns off the ropes completely, moving to sit up.]

Riku, you're eleven. I'm seventeen. I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[oh, did you have to pull the age card.]

And I've still known Dad longer. You'll be safer this way. You and Namine.

[and if he's presumed dead, it'll be easier for him to launch an attack- but she's not thinking of that.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Did she have to pull the Namine card :|]

So why couldn't you talk to me about this instead of making my head feel like its been bashed in?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[he worries about Namine more than himself. :|]

Like you would've listened?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Of course he does.]

I might have taken it into consideration. But I am not sitting around here all day. I don't get close enough to any Vexen for them to feel my heat, so as long as I don't go shooting fire off randomly, he won't know the difference.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

You don't have to sit around all day. Just move to a different room for now and be careful about where you go and who you talk to.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

What was the point in tying me up if you didn't want me to stay in my room?

Besides, I already am careful. I stayed with Vexen for two months. I know what he is capable of. And I'm not exactly one to go rattling off my life story to strangers, either.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[she...doesn't fully trust him right now.]

Everybody here's got something that makes them stand out.

[he probably smells like smoke, or something.]

FML. If that internet dies again at 10:45 I'm going to be so pissed :|

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Not that Vexen would necessarily notice. I could be just like every other Roxas in this place- the ones that wield those keyblades- and he wouldn't know.

[He just sighs and runs his hands through his hair.]

Look. I'm sick and tired of running from him.

/pats

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

...You're pretty obvious sometimes, you know that?

[she usually doesn't have any trouble telling him apart from the other Roxae, at least.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

You know me. He doesn't.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

He knows enough about you.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

If I don't smell like smoke and none of my scars are showing, there is no way in hell he will be able to tell me apart from anyone else.