Just a puppet after all

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[Rikus and replicas are commonplace in the dressing room. This one has been there for a while.

But it would be difficult to recognize him, for gone is his usual snark, the arrogant air, he's just...blank looking as he slowly walks around the dressing room, glancing from place to place.

He's got no memories, any trace of his identity is gone. Karma has bitten...hard.

In fact, he looks puzzled and a little lost.]

[ooc: Enchantress got him. c;]

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[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

Riku? Is something wrong?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[... Stops, glancing back at her a bit blankly.]

Riku?

[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I thought you wanted me to call you that.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[blinkblink.]

Who are you?

[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

[see that? that's Naminé's hurt face]

Naminé. That's not funny, Riku.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Not funny?

[... Oh. He tilts his head, still looking a bit...out of it.]

Okay, Namine.

[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

[concerned Nami is concerned!]

Did you hit your head...?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Don't know.

[... Shrug. ]

Was I supposed to?

[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

Come on. You should lie down...

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Where?

[he glances to the floor, then back to her. Notice how nice and obedient he's being?]

[dawnrise]

[Karma, you say? That makes two of them. There's a female Riku sitting on a chair not far off, staring down at her hands.]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[He glances at her. Yay for karma~]

You look like me.

[dawnrise]

You'll get that a lot around here.

[She doesn't look up, watching blue flames spark to life over her palm.]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Why?

[watches the flames... how does she do that? :O]

[dawnrise]

That's why this world exists.

[Closes her hand to smother the flames.]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[Normally he'd say something snarky... now? He just goes quiet.]

This world?

[dawnrise]

[Lifts her head up to look at him, expression completely blank.]

More like a crossroads.

[lonely-memories.livejournal.com]

Your room. Follow me.

[tugs on his arm]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[He just...follows. No objections, no assurance that he's fine.]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Never heard of it.

[His is equally blank. :|]

[dawnrise]

[They could be twins.]

Then you just got here.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Did I?

[Blinkblink. He woke up on a couch... that's the only thing he remembers.]

[dawnrise]

Unless you're forgetting.

[Which she doubts. She might be talking a little slowly, sort of focused on the ground.]

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Forgetting...

[pause]

Maybe.

[dawnrise]

Possible.

[Anything is possible here.]