windandstorm | voice testing

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!sykkea,
riku

voice testing

[Riku's far too used to musespace doing strange things, and with all this talk of tropics, palm trees, beaches... he should have expected this. He didn't, though.

He was seriously just trying to teleport back to his house, having just finished a long day at work for the guild, but no. He's somehow managed to end up in the lobby of a huge, five-star hotel that... well, from the looks of it, seems to be set on a tropical island. In fact, the ocean is in plain view right out the back window.

He sighs heavily, one hand on his hip.]

No point complaining. I wonder how long I'm stuck here...

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[Riku glares a bit at being called stupid, but otherwise lets it go. This time. He just sighs, rubbing his eyes with one hand.]

You're not the Roxas I know. [It's more like he's muttering to himself, but it's perfectly audible.]

[He heard it.]

You don't even know me!

[TWITCH.]

I think that's what I just said.

[LOL.]

No, I mean— you know Sora. You're his friend!

[Oh gdit.]

I know. I'm trying to explain that we're not from the same... world. Universe. Whatever. The Roxas I know is a Nobody. Not his own person. A part of Sora. [A pause and a Look to let that (hopefully) sink in.] You're not the Roxas I know.

[As the explanation goes on, his expression goes from frustration to something resembling hurt. It's the sort of hurt you try to hide because you're busy looking tough.

He cycles through a few different arguments before he settles on the one thing he doesn't understand.]

... I thought there was only one world.

[Riku shakes his head.]

There are infinite worlds. And sometimes, that means different versions of the same people. I'm not the Riku you fought. You aren't the Roxas that... disappeared when my friend woke up.

[Clearly. Because he's standing right there, sending this feeling through Riku like he's talking to a ghost from the wrong end of his past. He's trying to hide the slight pang of guilt he feels by looking around, at the floor, out the window... at anything but Roxas.]

So, you're telling me that this isn't just another island?

[He steps closer, shying away from the other—and steps up to the back sliding glass window instead.]

I guess—I guess you're right.

There's too much... sky. I don't see any of the storms that usually surround the islands. And that's water. A lot of water. Where does it all go?

[Riku watches him for just a moment, then somewhat follows him at a distance, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.]

No oceans where you're from?

'Ocean'? Is that what it's called?

[He places his bare hand against the glass.]

I guess you could say I've been to the edge of the world and back. It looks a lot like this, but darker. You could fall off and no one would ever find you... kind of creepy.

[Was that a weird sort of metaphor? Aren't worlds supposed to be round? Then again, anything is possible. He's seen weirder.]

So you believe me now? [It doesn't sound all that much like a question, but it is.]

[Roxas is silent for a long moment. The glass reflects his expression, which turns faintly sad, and then he bows his head.]

... Yeah.

[After a long moment of his own, he tries standing near him again, moving to lean his back against the glass windows.]

More than likely, you'll just end up where you were the same sort of way you just ended up here. Or, you'll find another way out of here.

[A pause... and he can't fight off the curiosity any longer.] How can you and Sora both exist, and both be... whole? [This guy is "whole," right? He definitely seems it.]

[Roxas doesn't shy away this time, though he's still very much huddled inside of his own space. His blue gaze seems fixed on the sun outside.] Good to know.

[He does react to that name, though it's a moment or two before he looks at Riku. He decides that's a bad idea and goes back to staring outside.] I wasn't... supposed to exist. All of the others tried to transfer their souls, their hearts, their memories. The originals died, so I guess it didn't happen the way they wanted it to.

But Sora's still alive. Ever since I can remember, we've been connected. His memories are my memories... but I have my own memories, too. [His hand drops from the glass.] Maybe when this is all over I'll disappear, but... I want to know him. I don't want to be him.

Well, in your world... maybe you don't have to be.

...When what's all over? [He's 99% sure he knows the answer to this. And he's not sure he likes that fact.]

... Maybe. [He pauses, then, hesitantly—] You're his best friend, aren't you? He would let me help him... wouldn't he?

[Roxas shakes his head.] The girl— Kairi— she's gone. Taken. He went to get her back.

[He pretends that he has to take a moment to think about that. ... And even in the end, he can't fight off the smirk, the shake of his head and the roll of his eyes.]

Of course. He's pretty blockheaded, but he knows when he needs help.

[He feels himself tense at the mention of Kairi being taken, but remembers that the Kairi he knows is safe and sound. Still, reflexes are reflexes. He relaxes as well as he can, though. He nods, his smirk long gone by this point, back to business.]

Yeah. I remember that.

Mm. I hope so. If I can't help resolve this thing, then... I don't know what I'll do. [He doesn't even know what he'll do after, but he doesn't go into that.]

So this has happened before? On your world, I mean.

It's been a few years for me. [He smirks faintly.] Asking how it ends is cheating, you know.

[His eyes flash brilliant blue.]

It— [he totally wasn't considering that, nope] —it doesn't matter! It's going to end differently for me anyway.

[He huffs a bit and turns back to the beach.]

[Okay, that was amusing. But Riku (just barely) doesn't laugh.]

Yeah. You won't disappear. Especially if you're even a little bit as stubborn as I think you are.

[He follows Roxas's gaze to the beach, finally, and shakes his head.] You could always go out there. Get a closer look.

[Roxas doesn't say anything in return. He just continues staring, like a kid who's forbidden to go outside.]

You mean it's safe?

[He's actually being serious. ajkldjfjf]

[djflasj Oh, Roxas. He nods, actually smiling a bit, and moves to slide open the glass door a few panes down from them.]

Yeah. Completely safe. Just don't go out into the water so far that you can't swim, or something.

[Roxas blinks at the rush of hot air that greets him, followed by a cooler breeze. The sensation is puzzling, really; he never felt the wind on Destiny Islands firsthand. Only watched Sora's memory of it over and over.]

... Yeah. I have to look.

[Roxas strips off his Organization coat as he goes. By the time he's actually hit the wet sand, the coat and boots have been ditched in a line following him to shore. He gasps as his bare feet hit the water, and is momentarily distracted by the shapes that foam makes when confronted by ankles.]

[He follows him out, albeit much slower, hands sliding into his pockets as he takes in the ocean breeze for himself. Watching Roxas actually makes him chuckle a little, but he makes sure the blond is well out of earshot - waves or no - before he does so. It's like watching a little kid's first beach trip, or something.

By the time he gets to the water, his boots have been discarded, but he apparently doesn't mind wet jeans. Probably natural for someone who grew up on an island, after all.]

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