revenance_rpg | [o1 where-ever you are]

Who: a wayward replica AND YOU
What: Being a lost newbie
Where: Traverse Town [various]
When: AT THIS VERY MOMENT
Warnings: There may be yelling at Even involved.

Fourth District: Tower

It's not the kind of place he expected to wake up - truth be told, he didn't expect to wake up at all, but here he was. It'd been almost too much, when he first woke to a moogle hovering and kupo-ing in his face, but he'd suffered through it until he could get away, get somewhere to clear his head.

And that's how he wound up here, on the top of a tower with a view over a good section of the town. There's a bit of a breeze up on the tower, which seems to bother the chittering Dream Eater the moogles wouldn't let him leave without more than it does the boy himself. He's not particularly sure what to do with it, but as long as it doesn't go causing him problems, it can stay.

The boy drops to sit with his legs dangling over the ledge, one hand bracing himself against the doorway of the platform he's on. It's strange to think that this is the first time he's ever actually been outside of Castle Oblivion; the fake memories he has of the Destiny Islands are just that. Fake.

There's nothing more he can learn from just sitting up here.The replica lifts himself and jumps over the edge of the ledge, the Komory Bat squeaking and following after him.

Second District: In front of hotel

The moogles had given him enough munny to get a room here for a couple of nights, and he knows, vaguely, how hotels work, in the same kind of vague sense that he knows anything about the world. He's not sure yet, however, whether or not he wants to stay there. It's not like he could just hole up in the hotel forever, so why bother?

(But it's not like he has anywhere else to go, either.)

The spirit fluttering nearby doesn't seem to have the same hesitation that the boy does, however - the next time the doors of the hotel ope, it flies forward in an attempt to get through the doorway before it shuts again. The boy starts and tries to reach out and catch it - which is likely to end in him running into whoever is trying to get through the door at the time. What a way to make an introduction.

Anywhere else in town - Your choice!

The boy with the Komory Bat fluttering at his shoulder keeps mostly to the walls as he explores the town, hands in his pockets as he peers into shop windows. It doesn't seem like he's looking for anything in particular, although he stops a bit longer atclothing shops than at most of the others. It doesn't seem like he's particularly worried about finding somewhere safe from the Nightmares; from the look of it, he's confident that he can take care of himself.

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Eraqus paused at the question. He didn't know what one was? That...didn't seem right, and his concern dropped further into suspicion.

Eraqus wasn't completely equipped to explain what a Nobody was, considering this was the first time he'd met some that looked exactly like the people they came from, and he still did not fully grasp the details of it. He just answered with another question. "...Who are you, then?"

A shift in his posture - uncomfortable, a little hostile, and trying to hide it. He doesn't like being scrutinized like that much at all, and there's something in Eraqus' aura that says that he won't put up with trying to dodge the question much.

Also, saying that he's nobody important would sound pretty stupid after that last exchange. "...I'm his replica." It sounds like having a tooth dragged out.

There came another long pause. Was this why Riku had never mentioned as such? He didn't know about it? Or perhaps he had, and just never found occasion to say anything. Still, this was incredibly troubling...the heart was not something to mess with, especially in terms of trying to copy it. It virtually never led anyplace good.

And from the attitude of this replica (who still didn't seem to have given him a name thusfar), he was already aware of that. Finally, another question. "Who is responsible for this?"

If you were hoping to avoid the blame for this one, Even, too bad. He doesn't give a shit, and if pushing someone in your direction gets this whole confrontation over with faster, then all the better.

"Guy named Vexen. Blond hair, kind of old guy, green eyes that bug out a lot. Was wearing a labcoat the last I saw of him." Which was earlier today, but details. It's easy enough to find someone by that description even if the name is wrong.

Eraqus listened, and the frown on his face deepened. While the name wasn't quite a match with Even, that description certainly was. He knew there was something that seemed fishy about that guy.

He debated if he should ask the replica this question, but finally decided it'd be better suited for the person responsible. "I don't suppose you would know if he would be willing to explain why."

"You'd have to ask him, assuming it wasn't just 'for science' or something." The replica's expression is one of contained irritation - he wants this questioning to be over already. "I didn't ask to be born."

"I believe I will..." He replied, still frowning. He could see 'for science' as being a legitimate reason for Even. Never mind how such thinking could harm people if not kept in check. This would have to be looked into.

"No one does," Eraqus said, almost more to himself than to the boy. He still didn't have a name, and he didn't think he'd feel comfortable referring to him as 'Riku,' too. "Hmm. Then what do you call yourself?"

It's for the better that you don't refer to him as Riku, Eraqus. He gets pissy about that.

The irritation abates some, replaced by an awkward expression. "...Nothing, really," he says finally. "I don't have a name."

Awkward indeed. Eraqus closed his eyes in thought. "You should give yourself one, for your own sake."

Although that was partially for his sake, too. The idea of replicas made him extremely uncomfortable, but if this one had to exist, he'd rather he made himself as separate from Riku as possible.

"Yeah, well... That's harder than it sounds." He looks sheepish before pointedly looking at the ground. Eraqus is too much Dad for him to just run off, though.

(He'd very much like to be separate from Riku too, for the record.)

To be fair, he'd probably be at a loss if he tried to pick his own name, too. Just more reasons why no one should try to mess with the heart to make replicas. It raised a multitude of issues.

"You don't need to immediately. But I believe the sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to avoid these sorts of...confusions."

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