has the universe imploded yet?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

[In this large kitchen is a very unusual sight: a flock of Ris! They seem to be ignoring each other, or unaware of each others' presence, each busy with their own tasks. Daddy-Ri is at the sink wearing a ruffled apron over his clothes, busy washing and sanitizing a small mountain of baby bottles. Ri is sitting at one of the tables, reading a crafting magazine and plowing through a massive bowl of ice cream. The little Replica is currently halfway into one of the cupboards, looking for cookies. It's rather strange, for all that this is a normal day in the DR.]



[OOC: Come bother the Ris. Pick which one you want, or depending on who you are, one or more will greet you. Or you might get attacked by a Heartless cupcake. Who knows?]

Comments

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Vegetarian means you don't eat meat. You know you can eat meat here, right? You don't have to only eat vegetables and fruits.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Oh. He looks sort of blank as he settles, thinking about this.)

I've never tried meat before.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

... what kind of world are you from?

*he asks that gently, going about making you a simple sandwich and soup*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

(He hasn't exactly been told about worlds yet.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

You do know that you're not on your world anymore, right? This is the dressing room. Everyone here... we're all from different worlds. It's why you see a lot of people with the same face.

*points at his face and yours*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

I... I know that. I didn't know the different worlds part... I just thought everyone looked really similar.

(He crosses his arms on the table and rests his chin atop them, short hair fanning over them.)

My world's... the place I come from... it's really dark and snowy. And... there's lots of bloodshed... [he shifts up, hands at the edge of the table, to look at Ri.]

Is that what you mean?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Mmm... just wanted to know what sort of world you're from, since there are so many.

*sets a plate of sandwiches in front of you since the soup is still warming up*

And everyone here who looks similar... they're alternate world versions of each other. Like you... you're Riku? I am too, sort of.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Looking at the sandwiches, he eats a little slower, trying to savor the taste and understand what it is.)

Mmph... uh-- (He swallows.) Sort of?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*just some grilled cheese and ham&cheese; here comes chicken noodle soup... from a can, but eh, at least he didn't burn it*

My name is Ri. I'm a Replica -- a clone -- of Riku.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

That's cool!

(He pauses from eating, looking at him with awe.)

I've heard stories about cloning, sheep and stuff, but not someone else...

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

Well, I was made mostly with magic, not the way they made the sheep.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He's a fast eater, he's halfway through the sandwiches.)

Magic...? What kind?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he notes that and fills up your milk glass again*

The magic from my world. It's hard to describe if you don't know about keyblades and Kingdom Hearts.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He quickly gives him a thanks with a smile, taking a few big gulps and digging right back in. When he can stop, before he gets to the soup, he speaks.)

Oh. I guess my magic's sort of weird, but it's not really hard.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

What sort of magic do you and your world have?

*he is much aware of the food needs of growing teenage boys*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

I can unwind time. I guess it's like rewinding something.

(He's not exactly starved, but he can fit several countries in his stomach.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Huh... time manipulation is pretty heavy stuff. I only know one person who can do something like it.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Oh, right. That soup needs to sit for a little while before he starts shoveling in hot liquid.)

Huh, really?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Guy named Luxord. But I wouldn't suggest seeking him out. He's not very nice.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

Uh... oh.

(He nods, slowly. Because he couldn't quite smell anyone that was a Hunter, he didn't think there were 'not nice' people.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

There's... lots of not nice people here, unfortunately. You have to be careful.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

Like who?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Usually the people in the long black coats. They tend to be Nobodies with Organization XIII.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(His eyes snap open wide, a mouthful of milk kept in his cheeks. Guess who was talking with someone in a long black cloak?)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Swallow, Riku. And tell me who you talked to.