First Dusk ♜ BBS/Action|Library

[nisenosonzai]

[You know, after living in a castle of white halls that tend to morph due to the memories in your heart for almost a month of existence, one would think that he'd be used to suddenly finding himself somewhere else. Sadly, this is not the case and suddenly being enrolled in a military academy designed to create mercenaries? Yes, that certainly is something new to him.

He's currently in the library, trying to make sense of any particular bit of information on this he can get his hands on... rereading the letter he'd received upon his arrival. Time Compression? ...SeeD?

"Mr. Riku's" head was beginning to throb, and with his bitter acceptance that he's good as dead - at least back home - otherwise... Sigh. Parking himself at one of the computers. May as well use the ID and password to try and find some answers to this mess.]

Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised by this, and while suddenly getting dragged here by "Time Compression" or whatever may have come in handy...

What exactly did I get myself into this time, I wonder.

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

[... Okay, this is weird. Either that's Data Riku, or there's another doppelganger around.

Well, whatever the case, he's going to cautiously approach the copy.]

action; 1/God only knows...

[nisenosonzai]

[It's a Riku-face reunion, sponsored by Time Compression™! Either way, he can smell someone behind him - not too surprising, given it's a library, but when he looks up to see just who it is-]

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[nisenosonzai]

[WHAT THE-]

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[nisenosonzai]

[Okay, the real thing he could just barely remember did NOT have this much Light in his heart the last time he checked. He would know. He was made based off said Light/Darkness ratio and data. So don't mind him, staring for a brief second- /processing...|]

action; done...FOR NOW

[nisenosonzai]

...What do you want. [Yep, definitely the latter there, Riku.]

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Just some answers.

[He crosses his arms, looking at the replica with a stern expression.]

You new here?

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[nisenosonzai]

[The stern look is rather mirrored as he gets to his feet, preferring to be on the same level as this look a like he can just tell isn't his real thing. Was this part of the Time Compression thing that the letter mentioned?]

What do you think. [Considering the letter's being pocketed? That's a definite yes.]

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Not the data copy, then.

[Hrmmm... So maybe it's him. Except he's not wearing the cloak right now.

But he is just as hostile. Let's try something else.]

So who are you?

[It's a test, not that he's gonna make it too terribly obvious.]

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[nisenosonzai]

...Data copy?

[Okay, that got him interested and only slightly less hostile. Just how many of them ARE THERE?

...And another question. Ugh, this is certainly not helping his growing headache. Instead of answering right away he opens his mouth, closes it, and glances to the side. No way was he going to admit his pain to someone who looked like them yet wasn't the real thing. ...Hell, he wouldn't tell it to him, either.]

... Nothing but a shadow.

[It's barely audible, but he did answer it.]

Your turn.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[Lea waves as soon as he spots a familiar silver-haired kid in the library. Hey, it's Riku! ...One of the Rikus. Okay, he still can't tell them apart, but they all have the same name so it's not like it matters. Right?]

Hi, Riku!

1/? All the brain-break people are coming in at the same time, WHY....

[nisenosonzai]

[Oh, it definitely matters. At least to this particular copy. It's almost automatic in his reply-]

Not Ri-

2/?

[nisenosonzai]

[-when he turned to see who it was.]

[nisenosonzai]

[Oh. ... Oh.

This is awkward.]

...okay, I THINK that's it. Keyword: think.

[nisenosonzai]

[Aaaand he's back to glaring. B-Bitty Axel. What is this-?] -ku, just some pet project. ... What do you want?

[Sorry man, you inherited the animosity he has for the future!you.]

It's because we love you? /grin

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

You're not Riku?

[Leaning in and ignoring that glare, because seriously, what crawled into your underwear and died this morning? Geez. He's trying to poke not!Riku in the shoulder.]

You sure look like him. Man, I'm never gonna keep this straight. So what's your name?

Muse: GDI ALL ಥ__ಥ | Mun: ilu gais xD

[nisenosonzai]

And you look like someone I know. Your point?

[Technically? He almost did, but eh. Whatever. ... Your hand, it is too close and is going to get smacked away.]

I don't have one.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, that's what he said too, are you guys ever gonna explain--

Wait, you don't have a name?

[That's horrifying enough that he's not even gonna try to get back at you for smacking him. He's just staring.]

action; this is gonna be lovely in every way

[lighthoused.livejournal.com]

[ You know what's a great place to get a book that you need for an assignment? That's right, the Library!

--oh look, one of the younger Rikus. Too frowny for Data-Riku...but he seems pretty confused, and he's reading...is that an acceptance letter?

Are there more of him out there?!

Still, she approaches, intending to get her friendship on. ]

Riku? [ Safe bet, right? ] What's going on?

action; the loveliest of lovelies. /o/

[nisenosonzai]

[...This is the second time he's been called that since he got here, and he's frowning even more as he turns around to face her-

--what the hell. Why does she seem so...familiar?

It's another case of Trainwreck Memory Syndrome, here. 'Cause he can see her face in his head, all foggy, know she's somehow tied to the real thing...

But it just won't come to him. Damn it.] ...Nothing. Just trying to make sense of all this. [He's sick of trying to correct everyone as it is.]

apologies for LATEST TAG

[lighthoused.livejournal.com]

[ She can see him struggling to pinpoint her face, which effectively eliminates him from any of the other Rikus--they all know her. He's definitely someone else. ]

What do you want to know? I can help you, I've been here a few months now.

ALL OF THE RIKUS

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

[Dataku, like the Replica over here, was in the library to make more sense of all this nonsense -- and also get his homework done, as he had a small sesay to write on the history of Balamb Garden. How easy that must be for people who lived here their entire lives... but nope.]

[Dataku is vaguely aware of someone sitting in the terminal across from him, but since his head is ducked down for writing purposes, he doesn't pay them much attention. Until he looks up to grab another book and suddenly, HELLO CLONE.]

ALL OF THE RIKUS /o/

[nisenosonzai]

[If only they could just remove "non" from the equation, then all of their problems would be solved. Unfortunately, it seems as though this would not be the case and that things would be that much harder. It didn't help that he... really had never been in a school to begin with.]

[He doesn't look up right away, but when he does- ...Is that a mirror or is that yet another look-a-like? Because the scent is right except for some...weird metallic-? Ugh, to hell with trying to explain it, HELLO CLONE. WHICH OF US WILL BREAK THE AWKWARD SILENCE FIRST?]

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

...Hello.

[Er, this one, apparently. Dataku doesn't have any extraensory smelling ability, though, so he's going to go with the awkward and old-fashioned method. It can't be regular Riku, so that was out of the question. But it could be the other Riku who looked like him, right? He had never seen him out of uniform, so this could be what he wears.]

[Or it could be another Riku. Oh god.]

[nisenosonzai]

[Nope. Definitely not a mirror.]

[The awkward silence continues for a while longer. Today was this a strange one, already. Now to see two of him... Oh god. This was...rather peculiar. How many Rikus are there?]

Hey. [Definitely not the real thing, either - he wouldn't be so cordial. Rep sighs, his tolerance for strange things beginning to run so low that he's close to no longer caring.] ...Just how many of Riku are there?

[dataspaced.livejournal.com]

At my last count... you're the fourth. Though one of them is older than the others. [He hasn't determined which one is the 'real' one. It's very much a mystery to him. Why does there have to be so many in the first place? It's not like anyone else has three replicas of themselves walking around Garden, right?]

[Stupid Time Compression.]

...Are you new here?