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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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[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.]

[Ew, the clothes have Axel cooties on them. He pauses as he's picking up one of those pairs of pants.]

...What? I didn't mean that literally.

[There's quite a few that are clearly for sleeping in, and if he isn't careful he may come across a questionable stain or two. Riku tries again, but with the same result.]

... I can't say it.

Can't say it or don't want to?

It simply won't come out.

That doesn't make sense.

[Wait.]

Ignore that I told you not to ask anything, then. Try it again.

Edited 2012-01-22 06:37 (UTC)

[There isn't even a pause from him this time.]

Do you think the problems with our powers and your teams idea have anything to do with each other?

Yes. I can't say exactly how, but I'm pretty sure that we're supposed to be paired with each other.

[You're on the receiving end of a suspicious look, Riku.]

How did you do that?

[Onoes. Oh look, ~~fake~~ innocence.]

Do what?

[Fine, he'll keep his suspicions to himself. He still looks suspicious, but simply shakes his head and takes those pants from Riku.]

Nevermind. I can't be paired with you. I already belong to someone else.

I know. But you may as well belong to me if you're forced to follow any commands I give.

[Any less suspicious now?]