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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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[ ... 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.

... Master Xehanort?

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

[ 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?

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.]

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

[Xehanort, that is.]

Should I not be?

I never thought I'd see you again.

[He narrows his eyes. Even if his experiences are different than that of a canonku.]

[ Maybe it's Master Xehanort when he was younger? He's not sure, but regardless, Terra straightens, trying to show some respect. ]

What do you mean?

People walk here.

[ He rolls his eyes. He's younger than the Riku Ansem knows, probably; just fourteen. ]

[Ansem just smiles.]

Did you truly think me gone? As long as there is light, so too shall there be darkness.

Lately I have been going by the name 'Ansem'.

So I've noticed.

[He doesn't seem really bothered, though.]

Ansem? Is there any reason?

[He laughs, shaking his head.]

Doesn't matter. I'm up to beating you as many times as it takes.

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.]

Surely there's no need for that?

That all depends on what you do here.

It seemed appropriate.

[He shakes his head.]

It's nothing.

[If you say so, she's intuitive like that, just like her momma.]

Well okay...um...have you been here before?

[Again, he shakes his head.]

I've only just arrived.

So suspicious.

[Considering that glimmer of darkness in Riku, although it's not exactly obvious.]

I have a right to be, with the stuff you pull.

[He might be able to recognize that glimmer, too. It was planted there by his world's Ansem. Plus there's Riku's own darkness, which is fairly strong.]

... are you gonna move? You're blocking the way.

I see. Well, if that's what you want to be called, then alright.

[ Why he'd go by another name in his youth is odd, but who's he to complain? ]

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