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Who: Riku and others
Where: Around Verens
When: Middle of the month
Format: [ like this ]
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Summary: Just a gloomy gus needing some fresh air. Closed prompts will be top-leveled, open prompts free to anyone.
( TREE OF MEMORIES )
[ This place isn't anywhere that Riku has been before, though he's heard of it, somewhat. It's basically a tree that holds petals of memories from all those who come near it... or who inhabit the island... one of the two? Maybe both? Regardless, he's here, feeling the need to just get out and away from everything and everyone and he's made sure to keep himself relatively bundled up lest he end up sick again.
When a breeze gently drifts by, crisp and cool and allowing strands of silver to blow around his face, Riku catches sight of a drifting petal that falls from the tree and, perhaps without even realizing so, he holds his hand out and allows the petal to land in his palm.
The memory that it contains is one that seems almost ironic considering current circumstances of people within his life. It's distorted, perhaps a bit scratchy in a way, but it shows a sleeping Sora encased in what looks like a bubble. Standing outside that bubble and staring to the sleeping Sora is Riku, dressed in black and donning the blindfold much as he still does within this world. Off to the side, Naminé is there, sitting at a long table and seemingly sketching in a book, though she doesn't seem to address Riku within the memory. Gently, he reaches out with a gloved hand and presses it to the front of the bubble and the strongest emotion that can be felt even with watching this memory unfold... is grief.
It figures this memory would show itself now of all times and, to be honest, he almost finds it funny, as if a silent punishment personally dished out for him. Well-played, Tree of Memories.
Riku, of course, tries to brush off the memory and any feelings that might be attached to it. Though one can't exactly deny that the air around him seems a lot more chillier than anywhere else near the tree. ]
( IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING )
[ What had started out as something that should have taken maybe ten minutes at most has turned into a good thirty minutes standing outside the tea shop in the pouring rain.
The weather hasn't been the greatest as of late and yet Riku thought he could pick up this box of tea for Cloud and be out of here before it started to come down like it is now. How wrong he apparently was. Thankfully, he's standing under the awning of the shop, arms crossed, blindfold on, finger tapping against the box of tea he holds. The rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon and the shop has closed, leaving Riku out here in the damp without an umbrella. He sighs, head lolling to the side as he shifts his weight to one leg, contemplating the thought of just sucking it up and walking back to Cloud's in this weather. ]
It's never going to stop...
[ Maybe you're stuck under here with him. Maybe you're passing by. Maybe you have an umbrella to lend to him. Or maybe you're out enjoying the rain. Whatever the case, Riku's not looking too happy... and the frost that's come to coat the tips of his shoes is a little bit of a hint to that. ]
Where: Around Verens
When: Middle of the month
Format: [ like this ]
open-ish
Summary: Just a gloomy gus needing some fresh air. Closed prompts will be top-leveled, open prompts free to anyone.
( TREE OF MEMORIES )
[ This place isn't anywhere that Riku has been before, though he's heard of it, somewhat. It's basically a tree that holds petals of memories from all those who come near it... or who inhabit the island... one of the two? Maybe both? Regardless, he's here, feeling the need to just get out and away from everything and everyone and he's made sure to keep himself relatively bundled up lest he end up sick again.
When a breeze gently drifts by, crisp and cool and allowing strands of silver to blow around his face, Riku catches sight of a drifting petal that falls from the tree and, perhaps without even realizing so, he holds his hand out and allows the petal to land in his palm.
The memory that it contains is one that seems almost ironic considering current circumstances of people within his life. It's distorted, perhaps a bit scratchy in a way, but it shows a sleeping Sora encased in what looks like a bubble. Standing outside that bubble and staring to the sleeping Sora is Riku, dressed in black and donning the blindfold much as he still does within this world. Off to the side, Naminé is there, sitting at a long table and seemingly sketching in a book, though she doesn't seem to address Riku within the memory. Gently, he reaches out with a gloved hand and presses it to the front of the bubble and the strongest emotion that can be felt even with watching this memory unfold... is grief.
It figures this memory would show itself now of all times and, to be honest, he almost finds it funny, as if a silent punishment personally dished out for him. Well-played, Tree of Memories.
Riku, of course, tries to brush off the memory and any feelings that might be attached to it. Though one can't exactly deny that the air around him seems a lot more chillier than anywhere else near the tree. ]
( IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING )
[ What had started out as something that should have taken maybe ten minutes at most has turned into a good thirty minutes standing outside the tea shop in the pouring rain.
The weather hasn't been the greatest as of late and yet Riku thought he could pick up this box of tea for Cloud and be out of here before it started to come down like it is now. How wrong he apparently was. Thankfully, he's standing under the awning of the shop, arms crossed, blindfold on, finger tapping against the box of tea he holds. The rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon and the shop has closed, leaving Riku out here in the damp without an umbrella. He sighs, head lolling to the side as he shifts his weight to one leg, contemplating the thought of just sucking it up and walking back to Cloud's in this weather. ]
It's never going to stop...
[ Maybe you're stuck under here with him. Maybe you're passing by. Maybe you have an umbrella to lend to him. Or maybe you're out enjoying the rain. Whatever the case, Riku's not looking too happy... and the frost that's come to coat the tips of his shoes is a little bit of a hint to that. ]
for auron
So, Riku is here, bundled in layers of Cloud's sweaters and a warm scarf wrapped around his neck, curled up on the couch while scribbling in a journal. People seem to be getting sick as of late and since he's already dealt with that last month, he'd rather skip an encore performance. Hence, the many upon many sweaters this boy from Destiny Islands has on.
He typically keeps to himself while here which is why he's on the couch by himself... or at least he thought he was until he peers over the top of the journal and notices two eyes and a wet nose staring to him over his knees. It's Fenrir. ]
I don't have any treats if that's what you're looking for...
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It's Raining
Ah sir, you really shouldn't be out in the weather like this, you'll get sick!
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tree of memories
[A gentle, familiar squeak comes up behind him. Minnie hadn't meant to intrude or spy, but once the memory began to play, how could she dare interrupt? At least she looks guilty about it.]
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Tree of Memories
And coming closer, he sees that memory.
He's quiet as he approaches Riku, a gentle hand tapping against his shoulder.]
Riku.
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tree of memories
For his own part, Suzaku stays some distance away from the Tree. He's pretty sure the things that it can show, not many people want to witness. Still. ]
Hey, are you all right?
[ He waves a hand, indicating the lower temperature of the air around them. ]
There's a way to get these effects limited, you know.
[ That's why gravity isn't playing merry havoc around Suzaku himself. The first weeks were tough. ]
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Its raining it's pouring
He's been in quite a mood since Sora's got crystallized and only made short visits as of late to tell Sora how his day has been. With an umbrella over his head, ( Honestly he wasn't really dressed for the rain with his attire of his usual pants and a tank top, but Squall was weird ) and a chocobo chick perched on his shoulder, he was walking by until he spotted Riku. Squinting through the rain he frowned thoughtfully. ]
Riku?
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rain!
she also looks incredibly dorky, but Penny has never been one to care about that. she gives her umbrella a short twirl as she passes by the tea shop, pausing when she sees someone apparently trapped under the awning, looking pretty displeased. ]
I'm sure it will stop eventually! I don't think it could rain forever.
[ then again, maybe it could! there are still plenty of things about this world that Penny doesn't know yet, but she's more interested in why this person is standing outside of a closed shop. ]
Are you waiting for someone?
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Hey there
So what's his mood like today? Completely distant, or reaching closer? Arden has no idea, but it's after work and he exits a Corridor onto the top of Sweet Pies, using that scent power to try to find large patches of Darkness. Only after that can he try to narrow down the specific brand of Darkness that is Riku, the incredibly familiar and yet transformed smell. One of those things that is so hard for him to disassociate from, but necessity keeps demanding he does.
Sora's still a crystal, so he's making it his duty to keep tabs on Sora's best friend, regardless of what they currently are.
8)
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Tree
[Ion just so happened upon the young man in the aftermath of the memory. Her breath becomes visible as she approaches him, yet she isn't surprised. She tends to avoid the tree when she can, and Riku probably stumbled across one of the reasons why. The tree isn't exactly nice to those with difficult memories.]
Were you...looking to remember something? [It is a little weird to say that when he's still blindfolded.] If it's making you sad, maybe it's best if you don't come back here.
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March 29th
The last several people he was remotely close enough to that subsequently disappeared were either living in their house - such as when Kairi disappeared - or the people around him were the ones closer to them in the first place so Arden heard about the disappearance verbally at some point. In all of those situations, Arden was never upset himself; he was more upset for his friends' sake. Losing Kairi, Axel, Aqua, Roxas's girlfriend, Usagi's friends and boyfriend and cat... all of those people hadn't been close to Arden himself. Arden had spent more personally energy and emotion helping Sora through the death of his wyvern than all of those people combined.
Ironically, the most recent disappearance that seriously impacted Arden was Riku's.
Losing Nahyuta - long before Riku - was the closest Arden came to being upset, but then it was more of a frustration. He'd only just started meditation training with his two mentors, the other being Zenyatta. And now he was gone as well, confirmed The Wall.
Between the two weeks of not really knowing what had happened to Zenyatta - there was no mention of his disappearance on the Amulet - and then the eventual confirmation, by the time an announcement went up about Cloud by Auron, Arden wasn't looking at the Amulet closely enough to notice it right away. He was in a sulky mood he hadn't felt since arriving in Verens and taking up baking. Even cooking wasn't improving his situation, nor could Castor console him. He hadn't felt this kind of loss before, didn't know how to process it, and his only other source of calming down... all that did was remind him of his lost mentor.
And yet he kept chiding himself because he was supposed to be the one keeping cool. Usagi was upset, Roxas and Ventus were upset, Riku and Squall were upset, Izana was upset and strangers were staying with them because of it - all of that, and Sora wasn't around to help his friends calm down. He was exhausted after three and a half weeks of this.
Finally, he took to the backyard and stood there - debating between mediation and putting on his Dark Mode costume to make something explode out of frustration.]
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