kingdomdressing | the end of this night is the end of our age.

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riku

the end of this night is the end of our age.

[sitting on the edge of a hallway to some of the rooms, waiting. doesn't seem to mind that his shirt is off, that there's a TV panel relaying news on his chest, and that the noise is audible through his ears. oh well. that's being an information unit for you.]

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[... it's more of a slap in the face than he'd like to admit, but he pulls back. his voice isn't monotone at all; he's trying to make it so, but it wavers in and out with emotion.]

I... I know. I know it hurts and they don't seem to matter, Sora. You've got to have faith, though.

[his head bows down against Sora's shoulder, voice down to its minimum.]

... I must seem like a broken record, with no evidence to show. I'm sorry, Sora. I want so badly to believe in something other than just us.

[ ... well this is a peculiar sight.]

You two okay?

[he glances up, almost as if burned, before the desperate look on his face is nearly wiped clean, much like the windshield wipers of a car had come and squeegeed the expression from his face.]

Perfectly fine.

[he pulls himself up, giving a quiet little sigh.]

Y-yes. F... fine.

[beep beep beep goes his lie detector.]

I can hear, you know. It's not exactly smart to lie.

[but he doesn't seem too bothered, flopping down onto his butt.]

Something you two wanna tell me?

[... sighs quietly.]

I've gotten news from our creators that newer, better models were made of us. Four of A.R.O.S. and three of... me.

... so? You jealous? Who cares.

[eyes him.]

[he turns to look at him, anger relighting in his eyes.]

It has nothing to do with jealousy.

Then what is it? I can't play a game of guess here when I have no fuckin' clue what the hell you guys did before here or where you came from.

To be told you're inferior and scrap metal by your very creators, to be mass-produced is a kick in the teeth, to say it nicely... M-master. It's not jealousy.

[... swallows softly, leaning back.]

I am sorry.

They even gave them our names...

[he grits his teeth, shakes his head, and looks away.]

But they're not here and I doubt they ever will be. You'll never meet those better bots and they have nothing on what you have right here. I'm sure I could trash those bastards in a second and they wouldn't have put up any better a resistance to fire.

[stares them down.]

You make take offense to it, but I think it's a load of bullshit. If my mother gave birth to three more kids who looked like me but were perfect angels and she loved them more, you know what I would do?

I'd tell her to blow it out her ass and I'd go on with my life because I'm unique.

You may not be the best, but you're still you, and you're the only you that'll ever be around, supercharged or not.

You just...do not understand.

[he speaks quietly.]

We are no longer unique. I am not jealous. I hated my creator. There are four others with my name, and most likely my face, and my brain. But, they might also be different in the fact that they know less emotion than even I do.

[he glances up, eyes just a little unguarded.]

It is not pleasant to think of someone with my name and face, fighting for a reason other than to protect R.I.K.U. and not even knowing the small bit of emotion I do.

Perhaps that makes me unique, but in the end, it says nothing about me, when I can be so easily copied and pasted; like a file. Like a machine.

Which is all I am.

Have you even seen the replicas here? They've gone through the same thing. The Rikus have been replicated and their replicas were sent to betray their Soras, but do you see them brooding about it?

Machine or not, you're better than those stupid copies. Having more emotion makes you a stronger person in the end because you make the better decisions and you can feel what feels right to you.

I like you. I think you two are special to me and I'd like to get to know you better without being lumped into some generalized shitpile of humans.

Honestly, do you think it's really comforting for anyone else to see tons of other people just like them in this whole dressing room?

[... and Riku lays a hand on Sora's shoulder, sighing quietly.]

It... isn't. But you do, at least, have one thing many other Roxases don't have. Although we may be unique now, if another copy comes in here, we'll be but--

[and there's a sudden, hard jerk that's emphasized by crackling. one of the drawbacks of being an AI with a TV in your head--static. there's faint yelling coming from the speakers.]

[he instantly perks up, the depressed look in his eye giving way to a bit of alarm, and concern.]

[he gets to his knees, and takes Riku by the shoulders now, rubbing them gently and not speaking. it might concern him, but there isn't much you can do to ward off static.]

[just watches, morbidly curious. he honestly has no idea what more he can do for these two, so he simply slumps back and turns his head away, contemplating going elsewhere.]

[yells--something about the replicas being corrupt and overriding Tokyo. his eyes widen slightly. a big boom, before--]

... they self-destructed.

[there's an almost smug smile on his face.]

[cue in some shock, a little surprise, and an open-mouth gape in Riku's general direction.]
...Why?

[seems to relax considerably.]

They said that they were not stable, but they don't know why.

[there is a little sigh, and then he lays himself down and leans his head in Riku's lap.]

That was short lived..

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the end of this night is the end of our age.

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At least he's opening up?

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