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[ The Keyblade War may be over, but victory still like seems a Phyrric one...
There's so many loose ends to tie off. Apartments to arrange for renting, in Twilight Town, thanks to a few well-placed imploring letters to Mr. Scrooge. Projects in the form of revised blueprints and collective imagineering the finer points of a new town infrastructure, for the Restoration Committee to see through. A few better-late-than-never patches to the replica project, in the form of digitized auto-immunity and other small fixes to stabilize the flow of memories from heart to heart as their own, for Roxas and Namine and Xion.
Healing and tokens of apology to extend outward into other wounded worlds, at least as far as the so-called 'Order' will permit.
Sora has yet to return from wherever he's gone to. Braig has yet to come crawling home, the last of Master Ansem's prodigal sons.
So everyone's been playing their own version of a waiting game.
But if he's honest with himself, honest with his feelings, (a new experience in and of itself) Ienzo's grown increasingly keen for Mastrer Riku's drop-ins. They're brief visits, but never without some immediate sense of purpose- it'd be foolish to presume he'd ever make the journey just to say 'hi'.
As if they were friends more than tenative allies. The way their missing hero, bewilderingly bright, would easily extend his heart.
Nevertheless, Riku's matured far more thoughtfully, far more sturdy and resilient than Ienzo could have ever imagined of that brash boy he's encountered in Castle Oblivion. Ansem calls him worlds wiser than he could ever be, which is high praise, even from an old man full of regrets.
Dilan's accused him of mooning over the skytrails of Riku's gummiship, when he'd whisked Namine off. Is it a relief, that he'd assumed it was the girl?]
You're welcome to keep looking, of course...?
[ The apprentice sighs, coming up behind him at the computer console with a mug of tea in one hand. He's unsure what drives the decision, this time, to extend himself more boldly than usual, a lingering brush of fingertips against the back of Riku's bicep, tracing down as far as his elbow. It's more than he's ever deliberately touched, before. And the contact alone is enough to rouse a weird, wistful feeling in his heart- not envy exactly? He could never be envious of Sora's absence, for Riku's discontent. It's far from his place to.
Yet there's a guilty sliver of shadow behind his ear, murmuring he might be acting a little opportunitic, in light of it.
He shifts to stand at Riku's side, slightly behind, perusing the screens with the corners of his mouth pursed in concern.]
But I can assure you I've turned every part of his data inside out- I'm not sure what sort of lingering clues you're expecting to find.
There's so many loose ends to tie off. Apartments to arrange for renting, in Twilight Town, thanks to a few well-placed imploring letters to Mr. Scrooge. Projects in the form of revised blueprints and collective imagineering the finer points of a new town infrastructure, for the Restoration Committee to see through. A few better-late-than-never patches to the replica project, in the form of digitized auto-immunity and other small fixes to stabilize the flow of memories from heart to heart as their own, for Roxas and Namine and Xion.
Healing and tokens of apology to extend outward into other wounded worlds, at least as far as the so-called 'Order' will permit.
Sora has yet to return from wherever he's gone to. Braig has yet to come crawling home, the last of Master Ansem's prodigal sons.
So everyone's been playing their own version of a waiting game.
But if he's honest with himself, honest with his feelings, (a new experience in and of itself) Ienzo's grown increasingly keen for Mastrer Riku's drop-ins. They're brief visits, but never without some immediate sense of purpose- it'd be foolish to presume he'd ever make the journey just to say 'hi'.
As if they were friends more than tenative allies. The way their missing hero, bewilderingly bright, would easily extend his heart.
Nevertheless, Riku's matured far more thoughtfully, far more sturdy and resilient than Ienzo could have ever imagined of that brash boy he's encountered in Castle Oblivion. Ansem calls him worlds wiser than he could ever be, which is high praise, even from an old man full of regrets.
Dilan's accused him of mooning over the skytrails of Riku's gummiship, when he'd whisked Namine off. Is it a relief, that he'd assumed it was the girl?]
You're welcome to keep looking, of course...?
[ The apprentice sighs, coming up behind him at the computer console with a mug of tea in one hand. He's unsure what drives the decision, this time, to extend himself more boldly than usual, a lingering brush of fingertips against the back of Riku's bicep, tracing down as far as his elbow. It's more than he's ever deliberately touched, before. And the contact alone is enough to rouse a weird, wistful feeling in his heart- not envy exactly? He could never be envious of Sora's absence, for Riku's discontent. It's far from his place to.
Yet there's a guilty sliver of shadow behind his ear, murmuring he might be acting a little opportunitic, in light of it.
He shifts to stand at Riku's side, slightly behind, perusing the screens with the corners of his mouth pursed in concern.]
But I can assure you I've turned every part of his data inside out- I'm not sure what sort of lingering clues you're expecting to find.
đź‘€ accidentally ReMind spoilers because we kind of guessed right
equinoctials
- 2020-01-27 01:17 (UTC) - Expand[Crosscanon ok? Can AU Ryan easily into Empire Doctor defected to the rebellion]
[Even though it's been a while now since things ended up this way, Mash still isn't used to not accompanying Ritsuka on her missions. She'll never be used to it. In a very real way, going on those missions with her senpai had been the real beginning of Mash's life; she had learned and grown so much during them that she can hardly call herself the same person now as she was the day they met. And now that all of that is gone, for the foreseeable future, Mash isn't as certain of who she is as she'd become during that last battle.
But there is one thing she does know, always: she misses Ritsuka with a physical ache every time she leaves and Mash can't be there with her.
It's more than the sense of duty, and more than the joy of going out into the world and learning. It's Ritsuka, gone from Chaldea, and every time there's the fear she might not come back.
And so when she does, Mash can't stay away. It's the morning after Ritsuka's latest return from the front lines. A gentle rapping at her door, an unmistakable knock Ritsuka's heard hundreds of times by now. They have this short time alone, and Mash wants to make the most of it.]
Senpai? Are you awake?
But there is one thing she does know, always: she misses Ritsuka with a physical ache every time she leaves and Mash can't be there with her.
It's more than the sense of duty, and more than the joy of going out into the world and learning. It's Ritsuka, gone from Chaldea, and every time there's the fear she might not come back.
And so when she does, Mash can't stay away. It's the morning after Ritsuka's latest return from the front lines. A gentle rapping at her door, an unmistakable knock Ritsuka's heard hundreds of times by now. They have this short time alone, and Mash wants to make the most of it.]
Senpai? Are you awake?
[Voicetesting and open to anything, though 22 is a likely scenario; she is a physician (and available!).]
I hope crosscanon isn't a problem, I just about died at your username and had to
battlebound
2020-01-20 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Coming back to the monastery is always heartening. While missions and battles are what he lives to do, coming back and seeing everything in one piece, and all the people within safe, means the work he's done has achieved something.
People are safe, and that's all he can ask for, even when there's a hastily patched up wound at his side. Especially then. It's nothing life threatening, but in the spirit of making sure he can get back to work as soon as possible, he drags himself to the infirmary.
(Okay, and maybe it's a little bit because it hurts to walk up stairs and there's just so damn many of them in Garreg Mach.) ]
Professor?
[ It's neither the first nor the last time that he's turned up at the door, nodding a greeting to the local physician as though there's not a bloody bandage wrapped around his waist, clearly made of torn off strips of clothing. ]
People are safe, and that's all he can ask for, even when there's a hastily patched up wound at his side. Especially then. It's nothing life threatening, but in the spirit of making sure he can get back to work as soon as possible, he drags himself to the infirmary.
(Okay, and maybe it's a little bit because it hurts to walk up stairs and there's just so damn many of them in Garreg Mach.) ]
Professor?
[ It's neither the first nor the last time that he's turned up at the door, nodding a greeting to the local physician as though there's not a bloody bandage wrapped around his waist, clearly made of torn off strips of clothing. ]
dw how dare you hide my notifs. I had no idea this was here!
jedied
- 2020-01-30 05:54 (UTC) - Expand*closed his eyes, lol. I failed at proofreading that last tag, clearly.
enantiodromia
- 2020-02-09 21:09 (UTC) - Expand
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