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[Much like the others hit with the spell, this Riku isn't happy. Okay, maybe that's an understatement--he's pretty angry. He's not so concerned about the inability to form portals or even produce the smallest spark of Fira magic, but he can't call his weapon either--that's what bothers him the most. All things he's pretty sure are results of the symbol burned into his shoulder.

Riku's been hanging out in an empty hallway, debating whether or not he wants to find anyone else and see if they're affected. But it seems like a bad idea for some reason.

(ooc: Pretend this is happening in the afternoon instead of the evening.)]

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[He may possibly be within hearing distance of a sharp cry of pain from one of the rooms down the hall. The laundry room, to be exact.]

[He does hear that, and looks towards that part of the hallway. He can't identify who it is by sound alone, but he's going to approach the laundry room anyway.]

Hey...?

[He'll find Riku on his knees, a turned over basket of clothes beside him as he clutches his shoulder. His only response is to shake his head, hunching over further. There's tears in his eyes, and he feels like any second now another blow will strike.]

[Well, this Riku certainly isn't going to do anything to hurt him further. He kneels beside the other, most of his attention on Riku's shoulder.]

I'm not going to hurt you. What happened?

[The voice is familiar enough to keep him focused on the present, though he doesn't pull his hand away. It still hurts, leaving him with the feeling of the mark going deeper than even the scars on his back.]

Something just... burned me...

On your shoulder, right? Move your hand.

[He wants to see if there's a mark on Riku's shoulder as well, and if it matches his--a segment of chain.]

[He pulls his hand away reluctantly, revealing a fresh burn mark that does indeed look very much like the one on Riku. Not that he realizes any of that; it simply feels like a scorch mark to him.]

[He was expecting to have to pry Riku's hand away. Oh well, much easier this way. He shifts the way he's sitting, moving to put their shoulders together.]

It's the same as mine.

[The skin around it is an angry red that's already starting to fade. His breathing still sounds hitched, but he doesn't pull away from the contact.]

What does that mean?

I don't know.

[He reaches out to trace the design on Riku's skin, lightly enough that his finger is barely touching the skin, since it's still red.]

I wonder if anyone else has the same mark.

[Surprisingly, he still doesn't pull away. The touch makes him shiver, expecting more pain than he actually feels. It's still healing pretty quickly for a burn that hasn't been treated.]

I haven't noticed.

[Probably because it's magic. Magic burn. Magic...healing whatever. He'd cast Cure on it if he thought it would work. As it is, he pulls away first, dropping his hand to his lap.]

I haven't tried to find out.

[Within minutes it'll look much like Riku's, though he won't be any less upset about it.]

I just don't see any reason for this, unless.. we're being sorted somehow.

I don't either. That might be the case, but I don't see any point in taking away our abilities.

[He pauses, realizing he never did consider whether it was just him or not, just assumed.]

...Unless you still have yours.

Edited 2012-01-22 04:16 (UTC)

Only one way to find out.

[He never was very good at learning cure spells and can't open a portal without Ansem, so it limits what's available to him. Turning toward the emptier wall of the room, he brings his hand down and cocks his arm at the elbow in the way he was taught to fire off a blast of darkness in target practice. It builds up much faster than he was expecting, and the wave of dark energy goes wild and blasts into the side of a nearby dryer.]

[He wasn't expecting anything, and therefore jumps when something actually does happen, staring at the dryer. He's a little jealous of Riku at the moment.]

...So it's just me.

[Riku's still having a moment of shock, because that was a lot more damage than he was trying to do.]

I had no control over it. It was... It was worse than the very first time I tried it on my own.

[If it makes him feel any better, the dryer probably doesn't care if it's damaged or not.]

At least you didn't hit anyone.

So... You can't use your own, and I have no control over mine. Why would that be different if we both have the same mark?

Don't ask me, it doesn't make sense to me either. Maybe there's something we have to accomplish together...or something.

Like.. a team?

[He's rolling his burned shoulder cautiously now, and only wincing a little.]

Exactly.

[He opens his mouth, then closes it again and frowns a little. Whatever he was going to ask, the words simply stuck in his throat. Still frowning, he starts to gather the clothes he'd dropped when he was first marked.]

[He looks at Riku curiously, moving to help pick up the fallen clothes. His shoulder twinges a little, but he's not sure if it's actually hurting or just sympathy pains.]

What's wrong?

You told me not to ask.

[There's an awful lot of pants compared to shirts, and many of the clothes have a faint burned scent to them. They're not even his size, clearly belonging to someone taller.]