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ira | riku replica ([personal profile] acceptedoblivion) wrote in [community profile] sunset_horizons2016-09-11 03:41 am

"Please be happy here."

Who: Ira (Riku Replica)
Where: The Tower of Animus, later Order's Sanctuary
Warnings: The Tower being the Tower, there's likely some body horror in there somewhere. Mentions of torture, etc.

So much has happened over the last eleven months. Sometimes it felt as though it were all a blur. Yet when he stepped through the portal, he instantly recognized the area. "This is..."

The long tables, the undeniable scent of the food bars, of collar fluid and heavy atmosphere. There was no denying it. Yet, as his senses confirmed their location, he couldn't help but raise his hands, as if examining them for the first time. The glamour was obviously failing right now--the countdown likely less than a few weeks until the end at most, judging by how it hadn't even flickered toward being "on" in the few moments he'd been staring at the sight in front of him. How was it possible, then, that his hands were still flesh? The armor of a dark knight still broken, and not film? The only glow being that of the emergency lights, and not including a violet light of his soul? Resting his right hand over his heart, he tried to shake the confusion from his mind.

"The halls have eyes and ears. She likely already knows we're here." There was no time to explain what he meant. For the cafeteria, there wasn't anyone present. Almost as though they were called elsewhere. He could also feel the eyes upon him as he took another step forward, motioning for anyone who followed him through to remain quiet.

Focusing inward, he called forth a Corridor of Darkness. There were a few scents he recognized in the Tower still. Focusing on one of them, he motioned for the others to follow him. It was risky, bringing them through the dark. Yet he had healing spells. He'd be fine, as long as the others weren't terrified of the swirling black abyss he conjured from thin air.

"A word of warning. No one in this Tower is what they seem. Those like me... they are souls trapped here, fighting to restore their worlds. If you see a girl with blonde hair, do not engage her--she will kill you without a second thought."

...That's right. It wasn't just his version of their worlds that relied on him, anymore. It was all of their worlds, too. He could taste a bit of bile in the back of his throat, and he swallowed hard. Right. He had to find out when this was and fast, and then find the next portal out of here and find that Tarutaru before it was too late. Letting that realization sink in could come later. First, he had to find a familiar face. Friend or foe, there were ways of getting them to let slip the when.

Where this Corridor took them, he hoped that it was to a floor with a friendly face.

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