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

[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.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He does, coughing a little and looking at him.)

She was nice.

(After a while.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

She? Larxene?

*the only 'she' he can think of in the Organization*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He blinks again before shaking his head.)

No... blue hair. I know him as a guy on my, um... 'world'.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*blue--*

SAIX?!

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He quickly covers his head with his robe, like it'll protect him, eyes firmly shut.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Peeks from under the hood, across the soup.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. Hurting you is the farthest thing from my mind.

*trying to be reassuring*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He nods, slowly, looking at him again. She really was nice, though. :<)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

I just want you to be careful, okay? Some people here might act nice just to trick you into trusting them.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Like Saix He nods again.)

I will be.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... well, you should eat your soup before it gets cold.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(And he goes back to eating fast, since it's gotten lukewarm.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he looks pleased that you're eating, at least*

So how long have you been here? You must be pretty new.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

I guess... I just got here? Just an hour or somethin' ago.