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[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

How quaint.

[He mostly means the place in general, but passers-by are more than welcome to assume that he's talking about them, or some aspect of what they're doing. He certainly doesn't care after all. He'd probably find it rather amusing, actually.]

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

[ ... No. No!

This Riku did not want to run into Ansem, especially given what's troubled him lately. But there he is... It was only a matter of time.

Ansem is free to notice the strange abundance of light in his heart-- moreso than the typical Riku his age, though there's certainly some lingering darkness. Not only that, but he has two charms attached to his belt, one from Kairi and another from Terra. ]

Ansem.

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

Riku.

[The light is unusual, yes, but he's more interested in that bit of darkness he can sense there. As long as it isn't gone, he can work with it.]

[ultimacannon.livejournal.com]

... Master Xehanort?

[ He sure looks like him, albeit much, much younger. Color this Terra confused. ]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

That's a name I haven't been called by for some time.

[Xehanort, that is.]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ Riku doesn't even notice him--not until he bumps into him, anyway. He was playing a handheld video game, with his earbuds in. That, and the white cloak and hood that nearly dwarfs him covers him up pretty well... but not the usual darkness that's in a Riku. He does send up stumbling, though, dropping his game and hood. Riku gives him a glare, picking it back up. ]

Why're you in the middle of a hall?

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

Should I not be?

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[An eighteen-year-old blue-eyed brunette in a Dragonforce t-shirt and jeansis looking at Ansem curiously, fingers toying with a keychain shaped like a crescent moon clipped to the belt loop of her jeans so she doesn't lose it. Her other hand is holding a keyblade that looks to have angel wings along the hilt. She was on her way to go train some when she happened upon this particular hall.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

It's nothing.

[darknesswakes.livejournal.com]

[Well now, Ansem there might be interested in this passerby who didn't even turn his head at that comment. It's more all that darkness he's curious about, glancing from the corner of his eye.. though that helmet helps hiding such a thing.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[It does, at that. But like calls to like, and Ansem is turning to take a look at this helmeted stranger all the same.]

[dawnrise]

[He is more than likely not used to Riku being female, but hey, this one is. She's staring at him from a doorway with wide eyes, frozen in place.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[He's not, but Riku is still Riku.]

Good evening.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[Strolling along, keyblade over shoulder... the usual.
He stops. Briefly. And tries to act unruffled.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Ohai there Xehanort. Have a creeper smirking at you.]

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

[And this is the cue for Sora to whip out his wtf glowing knife, Vorpal Sword. FFFFFFF thought he was finished with this one]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Apparently not, and Ansem doesn't seem at all bothered by that knife, mostly since it doesn't look like a Keyblade.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[There's a voice Riku was hoping not to hear again, ever. A sideways glare is all is gets from him though as he slows in passing by.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[He will... just smile in return.]

Is this how you greet an old friend, Riku?

[gunsword.livejournal.com]

[ Hey Ansem, is that metal door with a red sign interesting? Because it's sparking electricity with different kinds of fiends inside. ]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Interesting enough to get a second look, at least.]

[corruptedboy.livejournal.com]

_{[This boy comes up to the Ansem. Only about 13 years old and outfit is only familiar to some.]}

You have...darkness.

_{[He smirks and begins to examine him a bit.]}

I like that. And I just entered this place too... seemed boring.

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Ansem is quite content to stand still as he's being observed.]

Boring? How so?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

...Master?

[ That darkness sure feels like his, yet... heh. This is interesting. He'll head closer to inspect. ]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[The Ansem in Kurt's own world is long gone. This one gets a deep nod; while his allegiances might have shifted slightly, his respect hasn't.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Ansem returns the nod. It's nice to see one of his own kind around.]

[wakingwaters.livejournal.com]

[As she passes by, she pauses, stopping in her tracks entirely. Another one that looks just like Terra, only... Geez, long hair. But she just looks at him for a moment, unsure if she should even give him the benefit of conversation.]

[moardarknessplz.livejournal.com]

[Too late, he's already speaking up.]

Good afternoon.