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[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku's sitting at a table near the front, his boots plopped on the desk, writing furiously in a notebook.

He's concentrating so hard he wouldn't notice if a giant tried to sneak up on him. He's so confused his hands are shaking. He's so pissed off that he wants to punch the wall until either the wall or his fist breaks.

He's just figured out something about his friends and enemies and the bar, and he has no idea what to do about this knowledge at all.

And Ansem's voice, over and over, shooting daggers into his head and heart:

I told you so I told you so I told you so

[OOC: Warning for a not-quite-right Riku, and the possibility of having to deal with Ansem.]

[tiny tags: wanijima akito, billy kaplan, zexion]

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[lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com]

Roxas (different Roxas, new Roxas) stomps past with no recognition of the boy at the table.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku looks up, and points right at him.

"HEART OR NO HEART?" he demands.

[lockitwithkeys.livejournal.com]

"ARE YOU CRAZY? IS THAT YOUR PROBLEM?" Roxas points right back.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"IT'S NOT ME, IT'S EVERYTHING ELSE."

Pause.

"AND STOP POINTING AT ME."

Ignoring the fact that he's pointing first.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"No," Riku says, and drops the notebook and pencil to the ground with a clatter and a thump. "No, no, no, I'm not, no."

He's so fucked up he can't even deny it.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku clutches Akito's hand tight.

"Lies, lies, fucking lies and betrayal and -- " He takes a deep breath, trying to emphasize this. "Lies."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

That doesn't look good. Billy watches for a moment, trying to decide if he should poke his nose where it doesn't belong.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Probably. This kid never knows how to calm himself down.

Right now he's taken to just stabbing the notebook with the pencil, over and over and over.

It's not even fun!

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"You're going to stab through and hit your leg."

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"...and that matters?"

Wry voice. But he puts the two objects down.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Zexion reads over his shoulder without a word.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku can sense his presence, he can smell the heart, he doesn't even have to ask about it.

"So when'd you get it?" he asks, without even looking up. He crosses a line through a VI on the sheet.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

"That is none of your concern." Zexion answers coldly, on instinct.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is," Riku says. "We're all reasonable people here. Can't we get along?"

He snickers.

[hungryampersand.livejournal.com]

Famine, a full glass of fig wine (a pink exclamation point, if he's an &) in its hand, stops to peer at Riku. "Did you drink a potion of confusion? That's a book, not a Fungus of some sort, and you've attacked it long enough that if it were a mimic it would have shown itself."

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku blinks, blinks again, and then laughs.

"What."

Yes, simply that.

What.

[hungryampersand.livejournal.com]

"There's no violence here, no one could have Confused or Stunned you, unless you arrived that way, so I assumed... potion of confusion? Cursed scroll of confusion? Magicbane accident?" Famine asks, still peering bemusedly at Riku.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael is hardly a giant, and he is very good at moving silently.

So: hi, Riku! Hi, Ansem! There's a not'cat reading over your collective shoulder.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

There's various roman numerals over the page. I and XIII are circled, and VI and VIII have lines through them. The rest are left unmarked, for now.

Huh.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael knows very few things that involve roman numerals.

One, actually.

He knows an VIII. He's an eight, himself. He knows a few of the others, but doesn't have much to do with them.

"Trying to choose who to invite to a party?"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Just because he can walk on the ground doesn't mean that it's comfortable. So, especially here, Xaldin still looks like the Whirlwind Lancer of old; complete with uniform and reluctance to touch Earth.

Well. The nose-stud is new. In that he didn't wear it as Nobody.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"Heart or not," Riku says, staring at the notebook. He doesn't even bother to look up, at the moment.

He's tired of this shit, he just wants to get it over with.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me?"