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imagine, if you will.

[he's pacing back and forth in the gardens, clearly agitated. half his hair is held up with his ribbon, the rest is a messy tangle about his face that he keeps pushing at with an annoyed hand]

How could anyone do that?!

[rape, abuse... all things he can handle as he's been on the receiving end of both quite a few times himself. but this... this was way past acceptable, a pill much too big to swallow]

I'll kill him. Just wait until I find that kid. He's fucking dead.

((ooc; he's referring to

menace killing

iwasarealboy. needless to say, he's less than thrilled.))

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I'd call this a justified homicide.

[snarls, grabbing the blond's arm]

Riku, stop--!

[turns to look at him, biting at his lip]

But he did it!

Violence only spews more violence, Riku.

[sighs] I... I know.

(here's backup if you need it. Aerith's not going to let him get away)

[oh, but guess who's got a hold of Riku's arm.]

What the fuck is this? We having a party?

[whirls around, damn near growling]

Stay out of this!

Oh, that's cruel. Leaving me out like that.

[squeezing Riku's arm a little harder than necessary, a wicked grin on his face.]

[yeah, he's fighting back a smile at this one, eyes falling on the other worried Riku as well. what a bunch of mpd weirdos. he leans in to speak solely to the Riku with his arm captured, whispering at his ear.]

Despite the circumstances, the boy did ask for it. You shouldn't muddle in business that isn't yours. I could tell from the sound of his heart that he wasn't intent on ever coming back.

[sea-green eyes flare open wide at that, the hand on his arm moving up to tangle in blond locks]

It's my business if you kill a defenseless blind boy.

[so that hand that isn't captured? now pressing the muzzle of a gun to your mouth, Riku.]

I'll kill a boy with defenses, then.

[he starts to struggle, mouth clamping shut to try and keep the barrel out. he really has nothing in terms of offensive magic, which leaves him pretty much fucked]

Have you ever heard of The Great Destroyer?

[breathes slowly. probably not, but it's a nice try. it might give him some sort of idea to what he's facing.]

[shakes his head, not daring to part his lips to give the blond a verbal response. not that sealed lips would ultimately save him if he chose to pull the trigger]

[Roxas, this is another Riku that's stabbing your foot with his own and elbowing you hard in the gut.]

[his eyes flick over to meet Riku's, silently pleading to not interfere. if his twin died for his cause, he'd never forgive himself]

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[tugs on his arm, eyes flashing]

This isn't your fight.

A fight is a fight, you can't put names on it. And if I want in, I want fucking in.

[it's taking all his self-control to keep himself from just breaking the Riku's arm right here, right now. the scuffle with Sora wasn't enough to satiate his thirst for a good fight.]

You want me to tear you apart too? Get in line.

[lashes out with a well-aimed kick]

[guess who has your heel in his free hand.]

Baby, you've got a big mouth.

[ahh, fuck. attempts to jerk his leg free]

And you're got a nose that's stuck where it does belong.

From what I hear, that statement makes you one big hypocrite, don't it?

[shoves him back by the leg. he's unhinging that chain that looked like a harmless accessory, hanging from two hooks on his belt.]

[staggers back, hands clenching into fists as he eyes the chain]

He killed a harmless blind boy!

So cry about it.

[swaying from foot to foot, teasing him as he hunches over like a cat ready to spring.]

You can't be Superman and rid the world of evil when you've got more things to worry about than just kryptonite.