Post-traumatic

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Rikka's body has had time to heal, and he's making his first outing into the dressing room, just right across the hall to his room; a place he hasn't seen in weeks, as his parents have had him (and Kira) in maximum security isolation. He wants his paints, and gathers them up into his toolbox with a great deal of effort. His body is painfully thin, clothed in a loose black t-shirt that used to fit rather closely, and a pair of neon yellow (loose) pyjama bottoms. He just looks very distant, his blue eyes unfocused as they have been whenever he has the misfortune of being conscious. He feels jittery still from overcoming the drugs, craving something to do with his hands, and goes into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.]

[ooc: Parents (and friends of parents and Rikka), feel free to approach him and make him feel uncomfortable talk with him.]

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[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[you have yourself a very un-ninja-ish shadow]

... do you want me to make you something, paopao?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Well he's not paying attention, so you still startle him and he jumps, dropping his mug onto the counter. He watches it roll off the counter, but luckily it doesn't shatter.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she yelps in response and hurries over to clean that up]

Are you okay, paopao? Did you get splashed?!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He feels irritated that you're flailing over it, and picks it up (with some effort -- bending is painful), setting it back on the counter.*

I'm fine. Thank you.

[runawaycrayon.livejournal.com]

[Is surprised to see you out and about so soon! But hopes that means you're recovering.]

...Rikka?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*It's been a little while, but he should probably be resting at this hour, especially since he slipped out while everyone was out. He turns to look at her, a little surprised.*

[runawaycrayon.livejournal.com]

[She wont bug him about going back to bed. Yet. For now she'll just, offer her company.

Small smile.]

Hey. How are you doing?

[He went through so much worse than she did. She hasn't stopped worrying once.]

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[there's a correctly aged brother in the kitchen, seated at the table with a bowl of cereal, looking completely content with letting it dissolve into a soggy mess.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He doesn't notice really, his eyes focused on the coffee pot. He does feel you, but his senses are dulled.*

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

Rikka.

[he's kind of quiet, still focused on watching the Cheerios turn into an oversaturated sugary blob.]

[regalheart]

[...he's in the doorway shortly after, and immediately feels horrible. he's not sure he should go in and talk to Rikka- he kind of feels like he doesn't deserve to, having failed to keep him safe.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He can't really feel you, his senses are so dull these days, and stays bent over the counter, just watching the coffee pot drip, the repetitive noise of it percolating lulling him to near catatonia*

[regalheart]

[he finally sucks it up and takes a step in, loud enough that him speaking shouldn't be TOO startling.]

Rikka?

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

[Here comes Hikari with a black gift bag tied off with a blue ribbon. She's looking for Kira to see if she can get it to her brother for her but freezes when she peeks into the kitchen, spotting that familiar mess of silver hair by the coffe pot.]

....Rikka?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He's surprised when he hears his name, having not felt you near. He turns to look at you, and you'll see a very different Rikka than you're used to. Rail thin and hollow, definitely not much to crush on here.*

... Hikari.

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

[She steps in slowly, setting the bag down at her feet once she reches the table. She desperately wants to know what happened to make him look like this but figures that maybe being only ten she's too young to knoe. God she hates being young!]

I..I'm glad you're okay...

[She looks away a bit, she feels awfully ashamed of herself, but she's trying not to show it too much.]

/joins bombardment

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[there is a tinyku in his favorite footie pajamas complete with bunny-eared hoodie, and he is wandering into the kitchen looking far more awake than he should at this hour]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He doesn't notice, really. People come and go. Just a warning, he will not be able to care for this child ;;*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he's pretty well trained! of course, when he sees that there's someone else already there he's going to go right up to him and tug on their pants to attention]

[smolderingf1re]

[here comes the BEST UNCLE EVER what. Axel is indeed male again, has been for a couple of weeks, and is coming to get Inaya one of her evening meals. she's tucked into a sling of fabric, against her daddy's chest, looking sort of half-awake. Axel pauses in the doorway when he sees Rikka, and backs up a couple of steps to drag his feet a little as he enters the kitchen, so he hopefully doesn't startle the poor boy.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He never saw the baby, and sort of forgot that there was one. He doesn't hear anything, as he's suddenly fascinated with the bracelets on his wrists that cover the deep scars. He jingles the bells on one of them, looking briefly amused. He's not well right now.*

I got sidetracked from this tag by shooping hyena ears onto a photo of a baby. :(

[smolderingf1re]

[oh Rikka. :( well. moves over to the fridge to get a bottle out for Inaya, not bothering with even saying hello yet. he knows that what happened will leave Rikka with deep scars on his mind, too, and it hasn't been long enough for him to really want to talk to anyone yet, Axel's figuring. and touching is absolutely out of the question. perhaps my mutant baby will distract you? she's gurgling a little, in any case.]

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

[Avani was coming in here to get a bedtime snack for her brother and just blinks when she sees Rikka.]

Rikka? ....what happened?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Oh, it's the last person he wants to see right now. Not because she isn't beautiful or cool, because she is. He's just... not all there, and part of him knows it. He gives her a kind of amused smile.*

Oh, this? I got in a fight with some vines.

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

Looks like you won.

[She gets a couple of bowls out of the cupboard and starts gathering the ingredients for a couple of ice cream sundaes, saving the ice cream for last so it doesn't melt all over the place if she ends up staying to talk to him for a while.]