one.doc || action, fisherman's horizon

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[What an... interesting ordeal the past few days have been.]

[It had pretty much taken Data Riku this long to just wrap his head around the general concepts of 'school', 'eating', and other such minuteae. Physical bodies were quite the unexpected trouble. But fortunately Dataku was a smart bugger, so he had been able to figure it out eventually, though not without his fair share of humiliation.]

[Humiliation such as what had just happened a few minutes ago.]

[By virtue of the data within him that concerned Sora's bank account, Dataku had thought that he was set as far as munny was concerned. But no. He had all the money he needed... except it was now a foreign currency that he had no idea what to do with. So buying one of these 'sandwich' things had suddenly become much harder, and he had needed the girl running the counter to help him sort it out. Embarrassment ahoy.]

[So here he was now, sitting on a bench with a barely-touched sandiwch next to him, puzzling over a number of assorted colored coins. This 'gil' was so ridiculous. The 50-gil coins were the green ones, right? Or were they silver?]

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[feedmyglitch]

[It's pure chance that Ardos runs across him. He tends to avoid food places, especially after earlier's mishap with the baked goods and his attempt to eat some. Mental note: human food cannot be processed, no matter how odd a Heartless one is. Either way, he had been passing when... Well, isn't he a familiar sight. The clothing is what gives him away as not being Riku. And it's far too easy to sneak up on a preoccupied Journal.]

And here you thought I would never escape your pages. How humbling this must be for you.

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[...Oh.]

[Oh dear sweet everloving... er, something. Argh, Sora, why don't you know any curses?!]

[Slowly, Dataku turned his head to the right, suddenly feeling... unusual. Though he of course wouldn't know it, this is the feeling of pure, unfiltered "fffffffuuuuuuuuu--". But even then, his expression quickly turns from horror to an impressive death glare. He's on his feet almost immediately, coins in his pocket -- and if not for the warning he had gotten in that letter about unusual abilities, that wretched glitch would have a Soul Eater to his throat right now.]

...Who let you here?

[He practically spits the words.]

[feedmyglitch]

The same thing that let you here. Good job keeping me contained.

[He's smug. Very smug. But he's making no threatening moves. In fact, he's got hands shoved in his pockets, the most smug smile ever across his face. He does, however, nod at the sandwich.]

You should eat that. Don't want you keeling over, after all.

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[That grin on his face is met with a glare. But even if the... creature doesn't look like he's about to attack, Dataku makes no casual pretenses of his own. Who knows what stinking tricks this thing could be hiding?]

...Seems you've been slacking on those big dreams you had planned for the physical world.

[He's just going to ignore that bit about the sandwich.]

[feedmyglitch]

Were I lacking in intelligence, I would be moving toward those goals. However, I am hardly in such a state. I am perfectly aware of my status as the only Heartless here. Any move in the direction of devouring a human heart and all is for naught. I'm sure you can understand even this simple logic.

[He's willing to be very open about this. Because, frankly, he isn't ready to be eliminated over mere existence.]

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Boo!

[Dawn had spotted Dataku from afar, and, mistaking him for the real Riku, decided she wanted to surprise him, considering he looked to be deep in thought.]

Did I scare you?

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[Dataku was interrupted from his coins by the sound of someone shouting in his ear. He jerked his head up immediately, but... could not identify that girl at all. Definitely not anywhere in the journal entries.]

...Who are you?

[Apparently now it's Let's-Everyone-Go-And-Scare-Dataku Day.]

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Oh. That kinda hurt, actually. Dawn looks.. pretty shocked.] What.. do you mean, Riku? I'm Dawn.. don't you remember? You helped me look for Luxray?

[And they didn't find him.. she'll just leave that out.]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

...Wait. Riku is here?

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Um.. yes? You're right here? [was.. this some weird game?]

[betweenpaths.livejournal.com]

[He's not going to approach. Not right away. Riku just hangs back a few feet away from the bench, quietly assessing this in his mind.

It could be the replica, but he was killed by Riku's own hands. And the dark cloak that that one wears, well, the replica certainly didn't have that either. There's something off about this copy; he's not acting like how the other one did. Maybe there was more than one that was made.]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[Entirely by chance, Dataku looked up to rip a bit off of the sandwich. And he happened to catch a glance of a figure that he couldn't miss in a concert crowd.]

[He was programmed to recognize it, after all.]

[Riku, no doubt about it. The real one. Dataku didn't let his gaze linger on anything at all, but he knew who it was, and while pretending to go back into his coin-induced reverie Dataku did some assessment of his own. Surely seeing him would throw the true Riku for a loop. If he was concerned, which he likely would be, he would come up in time.]

[betweenpaths.livejournal.com]

[He's been spotted. The other boy doesn't need to stare for Riku to know that. But the lack of reaction puzzles him; it's not the replica he knows then.

Riku strides up to the bench,m hands shoved in his pockets with a not-so pleased expression on his face.]

Where are you from?

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[He looks up, deadpanning similarly, and answers without skipping a beat.]

King Mickey's computer... I am the journal data of Sora's journey.

[betweenpaths.livejournal.com]

[Another one involving Mickey. His frown and gaze hardens more.]

You're journey data and you look like me?

[adewdropbright.livejournal.com]

Riku, you're not with Kairi? [ The preoccupation with the coins had caught her eye--was he saving up for something? Doing some shopping of his own? She leaned over the bench's back, looking at him with a pleasant smile.... that then looks slightly puzzled. ]

You cut your hair. [ Although it seems something's off even so... ]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[Possibly it has something to do with the fact that he looks two years younger?]

[He looks up. It seems as if this 'I'm not Riku' speech will be a mainstay for a while.] ...I'm not the Riku you know. [He's just going to keep quiet about the fact that he knows who Aerith is, too. Best to take it slow.]

[adewdropbright.livejournal.com]

[ There's a beat before she simply says: ] Okay. Which Riku are you, then?

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

I'm... [He paused.] ...I'm something else. Data. I only look like Riku.

[adewdropbright.livejournal.com]

You're the second person I've met like this. [ She looks a bit bothered by it, though she doesn't mean it as disapproval of him: it's just very strange to be having things that started in a computer emerging into the real world. ]

[lighthoused.livejournal.com]

[ Kairi's having a pretty relaxed day, all things considered, having no classes to attend. She's been visiting here and there, but mostly using the time to wander and explore Fisherman's Horizon.

She spots a familiar head of silver hair--and it draws her up short. ]

You're not Riku. [ No hesitation. ] Who are you?

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not Riku. [Finally someone gets it. He doesn't need to look up to recognize the voice; Kairi's identity is about as burned into his memory as it is for Sora himself. ...Though he's beginning to regret it, considering the exact tone of her voice.] I'm just data, who happened to take a form similar to Riku.

scream i didn't get a notif for this ;A; I'M SORRY

[lighthoused.livejournal.com]

[ A tiny exhale. She wavers. ]

You're from the same place as Ardos...?

[ When did she start calling him that? Thinking of him as 'Ardos'? Since she gave him the name, probably.

She stands in front of data Riku, head lightly tilted, gauging his expression. Besides the visible age difference, there's so much less...liveliness in it than in the real Riku's. How anyone could mistake them who knows either is impossible for her to imagine. ]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

Ardos? I don't know anyone named...

[Pause.]

[...Oh...]

...Yes. The same place as... Ardos.

[lighthoused.livejournal.com]

[ She's so used to measuring Riku's faces that his consternation at the name makes her nose flush pink. ]

I...yeah. He's a data version of Sora's heartles...I think. [ This stuff is confusing. She scuffs her boot against the cobblestones. ] What are you data of?