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[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Watch your step, looks like someone left a mess in the hall again. Said mess happens to be a person upon closer inspection, though they can certainly still be labeled a mess. Bruised and bloodied all over, and to those aware of it, absolutely reeking of darkness.]

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[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[he's been testing out his ability to control his powers and just stepped through a portal down the hall some distance- and freezes at the scent of darkness, immediately turning and dashing to where it's coming from.]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Said mess is starting to stir, trying to push himself up to a sitting position at least.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey are you alright?

[stupid question, but it's best to get it out of the way, right? and he's at least got a potion with him, digging it out of his pocket as he skids to a halt next to him.]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Looks up with a very confused expression. Cue the usual 'you must be the replica' response.]

You... You can't be here. You're gone.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

I'm not who you're thinking of. Here.

[holds the potion out to him, because Rikus don't usually take kindly to someone trying to feed them potions without their say-so.]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Cautiously reaches out to take the potion, keeping a suspicious look.]

Who are you supposed to be, then?

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[it looks like it's a regular potion! and there's an iguana starting to make its way down the hall.]

My name's Isi. I'll explain in a second when you don't look like you're going to die or something.

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Still giving you the evil eye. But he figures he'd rather take his chances, so he downs the potion in one go.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[totally ignoring the evil eye, watching to make sure he's alright.]

Need me to go get another one?

love you for your keywords *_*

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[well, that smell's pretty familiar. he has to make sure it isn't himself or some other Riku before he finds him. ... and a weak Cure's used.]

thanks :>

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Ohh healing magic. Wonderful blessed Cure. It makes it easier for him to sit up anyway, though he's still pretty sore.]

no problem c:

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[offers a hesitant smile.]

You can stand up, right?

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Glances up at that oh-so-familiar voice with dread.]

How... You can't be here...

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

... answer the question. I'll explain later.

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Winces, holding his side a bit.]

What does it look like, genius?

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm still a dick.

[mumbles, trying another Cure spell, slightly stronger than the last.]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Much better. He breathes out a relieved sigh, then pushes himself to his feet.]

...Why would you do that?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well that mess has a familiar face--Of course, he didn't notice it with his nose stuck in his book. Until he actually tumbled over the 'mess'.]

O-Oww...

[Groans. At least he landed on something soft, okay that's flesh.]

Ri..ku?

[He'll be scrambling to fall back and off of you now. If it helps, he's not that heavy.]

pff, six days late >>

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Good thing he's not that heavy. This one's been through enough already. He groans and tries to push himself up, but it's not quite as successful as he'd like.]

better late than never, right? xD

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

H-Hey, oh God I'm sorry. Here let me help you up!

[He froze when he saw what state the other was in, having his hands just hovering over Riku's arm.]

...What happened?

[Those eyes were full of worry now, leaning forward to see where the blood had flowed from. Cuts? A gash?]

We need to get you to a clinic room. Is your arm okay?

[He wanted to make sure he wasn't going to grab a broken arm to through over his shoulder.]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Cuts and bruises all over from the look of things. You get the typical shocked and/or confused expression though.]

What-- ...Sora?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

...Yes?

[His eyebrows raise from the expression he recieved in return. He wanted a yes or no answer, not his name.]

Don't think it's broken.

[He's mumbling to himself before kneeling down to put Riku's arm over his shoulder and hoist the other up to his feet. Sora will take most of the weight and try to walk down the hall.]

Can you hold on to me? There's a clinic room down the hall.

[A new question dawned on him. Was this Riku new to the dressing room?]

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[He's still baffled by the fact that this isn't the tiny little room he's been in for the past months. And the fact that Sora's here and Zexion isn't.]

What do you mean a clinic room... Sora, what's going on?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[That answers that question. He sighed under his breath, continuing to help Riku down the hall, nibbling on his lower lip.]

Alright...You're new here. I'm definitely not the Sora you know and wherever you were, you're not there anymore.

[He was going to take it slow and let Riku process it all, he didn't want to overwhelm him.]

This is the Dressing Room.

[incastellated.livejournal.com]

[Courteous of him to not tell him everything all at once. It probably wouldn't help anything. He does pull away a bit though, giving a distrustful stare even if he can barely stand.]

I've had enough time with your illusions to know when things aren't real.