No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret.

| The Fortieth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:34:50 GMT

[It's been a long week. More than likely longer than last week. The only good news? At least he's gone through it in his own body. When the feed switches on, however, it shows Riku sitting on his bed, Kuusai curled into his lap and Kaito sleeping on the pillows near by. He's wearing yet another hoodie, the thick hood pulled up, hiding his freshly pierced ears.]

So, besides for hunting down Santa and throwing parties, how do you guys celebrate Christmas in your worlds? And if you don't celebrate Christmas, what do you celebrate?

[So, maybe he's using Christmas as an excuse to find out about other worlds. Sue him.]

Oh, and if anyone knows where I can find some wrapping paper, I'd appreciate the information.

[And then the feed shuts off. Well, for everyone who isn't currently unfortunate enough to reside in his house anyway.]

Tomorrow night we'll going to go look for a christmas tree. We're going to bring it back and decorate it.

All of you are going to take part. [Because forcing people into the Christmas spirit is obviously what the holiday is all about, right?]

That means you too, Axel. [Yeah, there's pretty much no getting out of this. Sorry buddy.]

Hey. I was thinking of making cookies next week. Feel like helping out? [Aka, this is just his way of giving you some bonding time. He figured you could probably use it.]

You're gonna be free on Christmas Eve, right? I thought we could exchange presents then. [Because while this isn't exactly their first Christmas away from home, it's the first time they've actually been able to celebrate it in what? Three years? He wanted to make it special.]

Oh, and those cookies on the counter are for everyone, so try and contain yourself, okay?

| The Thirty Eighth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 15:27:45 GMT

[The feed turns on, and for a moment all it shows is a mirror, reflecting a rather neatly kept bathroom. Someone comes into view a moment later, however, shirtless and still... looking like Axel. Sigh.. He rubs his jaw, before lifting it, inspecting his neck and chin before lowing it. Opening his mouth, looking at his teeth before running his tongue over them. Two fingers press against the twin tattoo's, pulling the skin down and examining bright green eyes before letting it snap back up. Finally, a hand comes to bright red spikes, running through it before his entire face lights up.

Then he turns to the PCD, a smirk plastered over his face. And he mouths "Be right back."

... Okay, so three hours isn't exactly coming right back. But when the feed finally turns on again, it's to one(1) Axel, standing in front of the mirror, now, thankfully, fully clothed. And with bright pink hair. It's amazing what you can do with a few lemons, some peroxcide and a couple of hours out in the sun can do, isn't it?

Too bad he forgot to do the eyebrows so they all match. Opps.]

Not bad. Guess I should listen to Riku more often.

[And back to checking himself out, pretending like the PCD isn't even there. Oh, and those model poses he keeps doing? They're just going to continue until the PCD clicks off. And once it does, the photo's will start getting sent out. All of them fit to be a Fackbook default.]

| The Thirty Seventh Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 08:20:02 GMT

[After spending the better part of the week absent from the network and not really giving a fuck about what's going on on it anyway, Riku finally makes his reappearance late Friday afternoon. The feed flickers to life quickly, revealing a Riku that, surprisingly, looks better than he has in weeks. Apparently, sometimes, running away actually is the answer. Or maybe it's the fact that he's gotten actually slept more than ten hours each night for the past three nights and had three actual meals each day.

The most noticable difference, however, is the fact that his bangs, completely overgrown and unruly (and probably longer than his actual hair) have finally been cut and sweeped to the side, just barely obscuring the vision his right eye. And for once, he's not even going to complain about it. (Mostly because there's nothing to comlain about. He's not quite sure he likes the sweeping side bangs, but at least he can see.)

He's dressed warmly, a thick hoodie sheltering him from the harsh wind that signals the on coming of winter, the hood pulled up and hiding the rest of his hair. There's a bag slung over his shoulder, and it's readily apparent that someone hasn't been staying at their house for the past few days (Except for one small trip in the dead of night to finally retrieve his PCD.)

Relationship issues? What relationship issues?]

So, that prom thing is tonight, right? So, if the girls are supposed to wear dresses, someone mind filling me in on what a guy's supposed to wear? I kinda doubt I'll be able to find a tux on such short notice.

[He smirks, leaning up against the front door of his house, bangs and hood flapping lightly in the wind.]

Oh, and next time any of you need a haircut, I hear Ukitake is opening a barber shop. He does good work. [He points up at his bangs, before finally pulling the hood down, revealing that the rest of his hair has also been freshly trimmed.] Just be sure you sit really still. He almost took my eye out and I'm pretty sure I'm lucky to still have both my ears.

[He smirks again, before finally ending the feed. Congrats, Adstring, cocky, troll face Riku has made his come back.]

[The first next is a little long, a well deserved explanation.]

Hey. I'm really sorry about leaving like that. I just.... needed sometime alone. Bur I'm back now, and from now on, I'm gonna focus on making sure we get through this. Together.

[And the second is shorter and much more playful.]

We'll still on for tonight, right? Unless you've changed your mind and found a better date. In which case, save a dance for me, okay?

| The Thirty Fifth Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:58:34 GMT

[There's a loud crash, caused mostly by the PCD falling out of Riku's pocket and onto the floor, therefore turning it's self on. All it takes in, however, is darkness. There's another crash, followed by the sound of a groan. Pounding follows, fist on heavy wood, and what can only be a sneaker coming into contact with that same heavy wood. Only for nothing to happen. There's a small growl, followed by a sound much like a match being struck and lit, only much louder. The dark space is illuminated for a brief moment by the bright blue fire, and it becomes instantly apparent just where the PCD is.

On the floor of a closet. Riku's, closet. Where he's currently trapped. And he can't do anything about it because hey, the keyhole is on the other side of the door.

The fire attack is sent at the door, only to do little more than start a fire. Cursing, it's just as quickly put out in a shower of ice before the space goes dark once more.]

This is what I get for laughing at everyone else, isn't it? [Karma is a bitch like that, Riku. Better get used to it now.

The sound of a match being lit is repeated, the area once more sent aglow by the small ball of blueish fire contained in his palm as he feels for his PCD. Not finding it, he crouches down, hand feeling along the floor until it finally comes into contact. Only to find the red light blinking up at him mockingly.

There's a small sigh, bright green eyes rolling upwards as he shakes his head, taking a moment to stand back up before speaking, the fire casting a blue glow over his skin and hair. And there is currently a lot of skin on display, seeing as his shirt is on his bed, waiting for him to slip into it. He should have known better than to go into his closet in search of his other shoes.]

If anyone's home, I could use a little help here.

[There's another kick to the door before he leans up against it, sighing in annoyance.]

And if you're not, don't be surprised if you come home and find the house on fire.

[Because he is getting out of there, on way or another.]

[OOC: Anyone can find him // come to his assistance. There really won't be a order // one set person // what is a timeline even so even if someone got to it first, you can still tag in saying your character is coming to help. Oh, and feel totally feel to laugh at the irony of him being trapped in a closet.]

| The Thirty Fourth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 02:57:52 GMT

[Welp. How is everyone enjoying this wonderful event we've been given? Oh, that's right you aren't.]

Let me get this straight, this? [He holds up a disable trap for the camera to take in.] Is the event? You guys really are starting to slip.

[There's the sound of metal hitting the ground as the trap is tossed away.]

If anyone gets stuck in one of these things or any of the other traps the Animus have set for us, I might be able to help you. As long as the trap has a lock, I'll be able to open it. Any kind of lock.

[Because that handy dandy keyblade of his? Can open any lock at any time. Totally awesome super power, amirite?]

Unless you get trapped between the hours of midnight and eight A.M. Then you're on your own.

| The Thirty Third Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 23:53:37 GMT

[The first thing that gets recorded is the PCD being dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. It's easy enough to see that it's an accident, a mistake that wasn't meant to happen. But fingers get weak and slippery, devices fall to the ground and are left to film the scene as it unfolds before them.

And for a while, it records nothing, except the sight of a stone gray tombstone, with only one name and two dates printed on it quite clearly. A name that might be familiar to those who have been within the city for long enough, or have come to know the owner of the device well enough. One very important name. The most important name in all of the worlds to the person who's eyes had rested on it just moments before.

Sora. And the date of his birth. And more importantly, the date of his death. A date that had taken place almost two years before for Riku. The day when Sora had finally confronted him after he had allowed himself to be possessed by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness, and they had fought. Only now, as the images played back in his memory, they didn't go the way he knew they had. Sora hadn't been strong enough to stop him. And likewise he hadn't been strong enough to break free of the grip Ansem held over him. And he had committed the most horrendous betrayal anyone could ever commit. He had murdered his best friend. So simply. As if the friendship had never existed between them at all.

Everything is silent for few more moments, before the chilled air is broken by the sound of a pained yell, followed by a bright flash of light. Only instead of the usual bright blue and red keyblade there's the flash of dark metal: Oblivion. It's only then that Riku comes into view, another bright flash of light appearing, only this time it's as a fire spell, bright blue surrounded by black, aimed directly at the tombstone. A moment later the still smoldering stone is being hit, a piece chipping off, before another, and another, some bigger than other's, some small and barely worth noting, until finally, all that remains is a pile of rocks.

The sound of ragged breathing can be heard as Riku falls to his knees, the keyblade disappearing from his grips as his hands take in fist fulls of dirt, tightening around them as he cries out again, as flashes of manipulated memory begin to appear before his eyes. Only this time, it's of his own death, seemingly real and merciless.

The feed continues on, the last thing it takes in before timing out is the sound of a pained sob and a fist hitting the ground.

Yep. This was definitely going to go down as the best birthday ever.]

| The Thirty Second Aura• Text |

reflectivedawn — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 04:48:19 GMT

[And today, Adstringendum, you all being greet to Riku... actually using the text function. Why? Because he has a V.I.Q Very. Important. Question. to ask all of you, and text is the most information means of communication at this disposial. So obviously, it's the very best choice for the moment.]

Anyone who's died here, what was your death price? What did the Animus take from you when you returned? Was it an ability, a memory or something else? Has anyone ever gotten theirs back or gotten it change? How?

[And then at the bottom of the text, is one very important piece of information.]

For me, it was the ability to sense light and darkness. Now you can stop wondering.

[It's much easier to lie over text. Who would have thought?]

[OOC: Riku is, of course lying about what his true death price is, but he won't admit it, even if called on it.]

| The Thirty First Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 19:10:40 GMT

[Good day residents of Adstringendum. How many of you are tired of hearing Riku drone on about this housing project? Well today is your lucky day, because guess what? He is too.]

The safe house will be having it's grand opening tomorrow at noon. There will be drinks and snacks for anyone who comes. People can start staying there that night if they need too. There's room for up to ten people, so next time we have an influx, you can start directing people to it instead of the clinic.

[Because he's pretty sure Unohana has her hands full enough without having to take care of every random person who comes into the city and needs a place to stay.]

We're still looking for volunteer's, so if you're interested, come find me tomorrow. I'll be there all day.

[And then he hesitates for a moment, as if he wants to say something else, but isn't really sure what. So instead he says nothing, turning the feed off quietly. Or the public feed, anyway.]

I need to talk to you. Before the next event starts.

[He has some stuff he has to get off his chest, and you're the only one he trust enough to do it with.]

Still want an update?

[OOC: Just bas a note, but I won't be doing a log or anything for the opening, since it seems kind of redundant to do so. So feel free to just go with whatever you wish to happen! Riku will be around for most of the day, hanging out and making sure everything's in order and going well, so also feel free to say your character ran into him while there!]

| The Thirtieth Aura • Text | Offline |

reflectivedawn — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 18:28:13 GMT

[ - Back Dated To Dawn | Partially Filtered To Sango - ]

[Four o'clock in the morning probably wasn't the best time to be sending a text message, but to one resident of Adstringendum, it really doesn't matter. He had much more important things to worry about.]

I have a surprise for you. Meet me on the roof of the safe house at dawn.

[Dawn. His favorite time of day. That moment when the last clinging spots of darkness began to fade into the brilliant light of the sun. It was the time when he felt most at ease. The time when he felt like he was most himself. So what better time to carry out his plan than at dawn?

To anyone who may in the area of the Greek houses, they'll notice something that's a rather strange sight for the city of Adstringendum. Namely a path of white lily petals, the soft silk of the flowers littering the ground. The path is slightly thin and sparse, but more than enough to let the person it was meant for know they supposed to follow it.

And where does it lead to? To a roof top. More importantly, the roof top of the house that Riku had picked to become the safe house. The place where and Sango had come after their date. And there, standing in the middle, is a dozen lily's. They're far from perfect or pristine, but it's apparent they've been carefully chosen and cut and well taken care of from that moment on.

And in the middle is a card, a soft creme with jet black writing. On the front is simply a name: Sango But it's what's on the back that's more important. Taped to the card is a silver chain, long and thin, with a small heart pendant hanging from it, both freshly repaired and cleaned (Someone had obviously spent a lot of time searching through piles of nothing to find something that was worth anything.). Written next to the place where the necklace is taped, in clear, practiced writing, is the real reason why all of this has come to pass. Simple words that held such a deeper meaning.

Thank you. For finally making me realize that, sometimes, being second best isn't as bad as it seems. With you, I know it's where I'm supposed to be. But it's also made me realize something else. Something more important. That maybe. I'm supposed to be with you. No matter which piece of your heart you decide to give me, no matter how bif or small, I'll take it, because it doesn't matter. As long as I have a part of it, and you have a part of mine. That's what matters.

What I'm trying to say is: Will you be mine?

As for Riku, he'll just be waiting downstairs in the study, waiting for her to either come and find him or contact him via PCD. Either way, he'll wait, until he has his answer, no matter how long it takes to come.]

[OOC: This is mostly for Sango, but if you really want your character to find the path of lily's and what the fuck at it, then by all means, feel free.]

| The Twenty Ninth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 02:06:14 GMT

[Congrats, Adstringendum, you get to deal with one very, very unamused Riku on this day. Mass memory loss? Not even a concern here. What is a concern? His hair]

For the last time, my hair is silver

Not blue. Not white. Not grey. Silver.

Ukitake's hair is white. Sephiroth's hair is grey. Mine is silver.

Get it right.

[Yup, that's pretty much all he has to say. This message is brought to you by a person who has way too many issues with his hair.]

| The Twenty Eighth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 10:10:47 GMT

[ - Forward Dated To Saturday Morning | Filtered From Bubbles - ]

[There's a stillness that fills the room as the PCD turns on, the camera aimed directly at the bed located in a room at the clinic. The sheets are stained and bloody, an obvious sign that someone who had been gravely hurt had once laid there. However hurt they might have once been, they no longer lay there, even if their impression is still etched into the sheets. The calmness remains, and for a short time, it appears as if this is all the camera is going to take in. Just this room with it's missing occupant.

Footsteps sound off to the side, however, and soon enough the person who is meant to be in this room, in this bed, appears, dropping a set of bloody rags onto the bed. Shirtless, it's easy to see the extent of the wounds he suffered. There's a long, thick scar on his chest, over his heart, the matching of coming out beside his shoulder blade. There's a series of long, thin scars across his stomach, once deep and now healed. There are various other small cuts that remain unhealed. One under his collar bone and another on his forehead. There are two short, thin cuts across his left cheek, and he lifts a hand to wipe at them, sighing when nothing but dried blood transfers onto his hand.

He disappears once more, and when he returns, it's with bandages on his remaining wounds, the ones on his cheek and forehead healed. Basically, unless he was gonna die from it or it was on that pretty face of his? He basically cleaned it, bandaged it and left it at that. He's wearing a pair of jeans along with a top, the clothes he had once worn now torn and bloody almost beyond repair. Leaning down, bright green eyes meet the blinking red light of the PCD and he smirks. Picking it up, he carries it with him as he goes over to the bed, the camera focused on his face.]

Two things.

[His voice is even, calm. For someone who's just woken up from the dead, he's taking it exceptionally well.]

How long have I been gone, and what's happened since I have been? [A pause.] And don't lie. I'll find out about it anyway.

[And then his bright green eyes flashes. Somethings missing.]

And where in the hell is my keyblade?

[Because if it's where he thinks it still is, one of you is going drag your sorry ass out there and get it for him. And then he's going to beat you with it.]

[He's silent for a few long moments, mostly because Ukitake was the last person he had seen. His last memory was of Ukitake speaking to him, promising him he'd take care of everything. He had only been calm because of the other man. How could he ever repay him for that.]

I waited to long to call you. Even if you had gotten there faster, it would have been too late. Please... don't blame yourself. I don't.

[And then he smiles, softly.]

Thank you. For everything.

I'm sorry if I scared you, but I had somethings I had to take care of. I'll come and get you soon, okay? Be a good girl for Juliet in the mean time.

[And then he pauses, because really, what is he supposed to say to his little sister after he died and forced everyone to lie for him about it?]

I love you. Remember that, okay?

I need to know what you told Bubbles. She is never, ever to know about what took place, got it?

Take care of her. I'll come get her when I can. Once everything has finished healing.

[He's silent. Just... silent. Because what do you say to someone who ended your life? But in the end, Sephiroth was his friend, someone he cared about. He refused to let him suffer anymore.]

You're an idiot. And I want an explanation. I deserve that much. [Another pause, as if he's going to say something else, before he finally ends the feed.]

((OOC: The List is comprised of Sango, Ukitake, Hanna, Unohana and Jr. However, he'd appreciate if it none of them commented on it, he's basically just making it viewable to them in case, you know, Sephiroth is still a raving lunatic since he doesn't know he's not. Also, Riku's death price is a little complicated, so please go here to read about what being a Nobody means and how it will affect him. Also, he doesn't realize that that is in fact what he is yet. It'll probably take a while before he does, so if anyone suspects anything, just drop it on him lightly.

Also, forward dating this because I'll be busy all day tomorrow and this way I can get some tagging in.]

| The Twenty Seventh Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 14:38:06 GMT

[ - Failed Filter to Ukitake | Forward Dated To Tuesday Morning - ]

[The PCD clicks on, and the first thing that can be heard is something slamming against the ground. That thing? Just so happens to be Riku. It's voice, however, and while it's supposed to be filtered, he didn't quite have time for that to happen.

There's the sound of clanking metal before there's another loud thump as Riku falls to the ground once more. When he finally, his voice is gruff, and he coughs once or twice before any words come out. That sound? That's totally him coughing up blood by the way.]

I need your help.

[And then he sends the coordinates, but at least he hits the right button this time and they're sent privately to Ukitake.

And then there's a pause, a grunt, and another few words, hurried spoken.]

You should probably hurry.

[And then it turns off, dropping to the ground as he pushes himself back up, preparing himself for the next blow.]

[OOC: Feel free to comment, but Riku won't be getting back to you. He might contact Ukitake back, and I imagine they'll have a thread, but everyone else is gonna have to wait until he gets revived on Saturday.]

| The Twenty Sixth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 07:03:02 GMT

[See Riku.

See Riku standing in the middle of an empty room, tarps covering the hard wooden floor, a bucket of paint sitting behind him.

See Riku admiring the freshly painted walls. Things had been coming along with the house he had chosen for his project. The repairs were completed, and now so was the painting.

Something had to keep him busy while he had been waiting for Hanna to come back and while he was largely avoiding everyone affected by this event.]

Saturday, September third is the date we'll be moving in the furniture. Anyone who wants to help should be here at nine thirty. With any luck, we can have it all done by dinner.

We'll be opening the next weekend. Anyone still interested in becoming tour guides? Oh, and Hanna, I signed you up for laundry duty.

There are five bedrooms, all on the second floor. Three have two double beds, and the other two have a set of bunk beds along with a single twin. There are two bathrooms, to be shared by the inhabitants. It would be best to keep girls with girls and boys with boys, unless requested otherwise. There is also a kitchen, which is to be shared. There will be a common room downstars, filled with two sofa's and two chairs. There will be a dining room with room for twelve. There is also a half bathroom downstairs. There will be a garden started in a couple of weeks, and will be attended by the inhabitants, unless someone would like to over see it.

Each newcomer will be matched up with a volunteer who will show them around, give them a list of know threats, a run down of the city and will give them a small package filled with a hard copy of the welcome message, as well as a small first aid kit. These will be kept in a small storage room at the house.

Bedding will be washed and cared for by the inhabitants until they leave, at which point they will be washed and kept in storage until someone new arrives. This will be overseen by Hanna.

Counseling will also be available to help people settling in. This will be overseen by Raven.

All information, including records of who comes and goes, how long they stay, and how many times they've come, will be kept by Jean Louis.

Anything else will be handled by Riku. We will also be working closely with the police program once it is established. If anyone working on both projects is interested in being an informational officer, please contact Riku or Jean Louis. Please keep this information bookmarked, as it will be updated periodically.

| The Twenty Fifth Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 23:58:44 GMT

[Oh yeah, this post? Is being made in voice. Why? Because as fun as Alantica always sounded, he never really wanted to, you know, try it out.. And since he's being forced to this week, someone is going to just going hang out in his room and pretend like nothing is happening. It's a flawless plan. Really.]

Once this week is over, would anyone be interested in swimming lessons? Since the Animus obviously think we all need to know how.

[He. is so. not. amused.]

[ - Filtered to List* - ]

Work on the project is gonna have to wait until next week. Until then, if anyone has any ideas, I'm all ears. [Well, gills, but same thing, really.]

[*List: Everyone who commented on his last entry and anyone who was hand waved as commenting.]

| The Twenty Fourth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 11:17:03 GMT

[To say it's been a long couple of weeks would be an understatement. Somewhere along the way, however, he had stopped hoping for his powers to come back and had started thinking. And at some point, he had actually come up with a good plan.]

I've been thinking. When new arrivals show up, they either have to go to the clinic or hope someone will take them in. Wouldn't it make more sense to set up some place for them to go until they can find a place of their own instead?

[Oh yeah, Riku has his leadership hat on.]

There's a house about a block from mine that's empty and in good condition. We could convert into a sort of refuge for new comers. Make sure they have a safe place to stay while they're settling in, so they can do it without having to worry about finding food and shelter.

So, anyone up for it?

[He's just guaging interest. He already knows everything they'll need, right now to the amounts they should start off with. But he knows he can't do it alone.]

I'd really appreciate if all of you could pitch in with this. You don't have to do much. Just a donation of food or clothing would work. Oh, and if any of you know how to do building repairs, that'd be great.

[The list includes his housemates (Hanna, Sora, Sango, Daria and Bubbles.) along with Juliet, Spike, Aang, Ukitake, Unohana, Urahara, Katherine, Usagi, Sephiroth, Sasuke, Raven, and for some odd reason which he will never understand, JL:. If there's anyone I missed who should be on the list, just drop me a line!]

| The Twenty Third Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 07:00:46 GMT

[The PCD starts recording by accident, and the reason why is soon discovered. The outline of someone can clearly be seen in the bright sun light, and to anyone who knows him, the outline is clearly distinguishable as Riku.]

Ten days.

[Ten days since their powers had been taken. Ten days since he had felt the weight of the keyblade within his hand or his heart.]

This can't last much longer.

[His voice is muffled as he turns his head, burying it in the pillow. The camera shakes a little ten as a loud meow is heard a small cat comes in to view, butting it's head against it's owners side.

Sighing, Riku rolls over on to his back, one hand coming down to scoop up the small cat and set him on his chest, where it immediately begins to butt it's head against his chin. Laughing, he presses a soft kiss against the cat's forehead, before scratching behind his ears.]

Don't worry, Kuusai. Everything's gonna be okay. Things will go back to normal soon. They couldn't have taken them permanently, right?

[The cat meow's again, settling down on it's owners chest, seemingly content there, before staring up at Riku with bright blue eyes.]

Yeah, I know. I miss them too. We just... have to keep up hope that they'll come back one day. They have before.

[Someone is missing his friends from home, even if he'll never admit it.]

Until then... we'll just keep them in our memories. That way, they're never really gone.

[The cat meows once more, before laying it's paws out in front of it and laying it's head down. Riku's laughs quietly before the feed times out and shuts off.]

| The Twenty Second Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 22:46:33 GMT

[ - Filtered to Hanna, Bubbles, Sora, Daria and Sango - ]

Hey, you guys don't mind if Sango comes and stays with us, right?

[Yes, he did just adopt another person, you all can just shut up now.]

| The Twenty First Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 00:01:34 GMT

[Luckily enough for Riku, he's already aware of this weeks filter failure due to Hanna's... he'd just call it a misfortune and be done with it. He also knew ways to get around it. Which meant that the follow messages would only make sense to the people they were meant to reach.]

Sango, whenever you're free, we really need to let the cats get together and play. I think Kuusai would like having another cat around for a while.

[No, he will not be using this play date to plot Kururu's death, why ever do you ask?]

Juliet, I'll be bringing Bubbles by later. We can discuss the living arrangements then.

Hanna, I found more paper so we can finish the cranes. You're free tonight, right?

[The way around it? Meet everyone in person and leave the PCD's in another room. See, Riku is smarter than the average keyblade wielder.]

Oh and... I'm really sorry for worrying everyone. [You have no idea how hard those words are for him,] I'm fine now. And... thank you, for your help. It... I really appreciate it.

[And then the feed clicks off, because oh light, he just admitted to letting people help him and being thankful for it. Something is clearly wrong here.]

| The Twentieth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 08:56:37 GMT

[Look's who's feeling better, everyone? Aren't you all happy? Good, because Riku? Riku is pissed.]

Hanna, the next time you let people in my house, make sure they clean up after themselves. And don't act like it wasn't you, because this? Has your finger prints all over it.

[And his finger prints all gonna be all over you when he gets done beating your head against a wall.]

And to anyone else who might have helped him? [Aka, The Great Octi Brigade.] You have until tomorrow to come clean up your mess. Otherwise anything that doesn't belong to me or Sora? Is getting tossed outside.

[Yup, even Bubbles stuff. But he'll at least call Juliet to come and get it first.]

| The Nineteenth Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 02:21:26 GMT

[The recording starts off normal enough, except for the fact that it's on voice instead of the video function that Riku is so accustom to. His voice is a little deeper than usual, due to his throat being so sore and scarcthy. But except for the sound of sniffles and a sneeze at the bery beginning, everything is as it should be.]

Now that's everythings back to normal, does anyone need any help with clean up? I'm willing to do whatever I can to help.

[He pauses for a moment, turning away from the device to cough.]

I'm not really good at repairing stuff, but I can help clean up and move stuff. [Sniffle.] I also know some spells that might help if it's needed.

[He stops once more, turning away to cough, and when he speaks again, he sounds a little bit more hoarse.]

Enjolras, Yuca, just tell me when you want your stuff back and I'll bring it. Hanna, Sora, Galahad, Bubbles is going to be staying with us for a few days. Also, we have a new room mate. Be nice to her.

[He barely gets through the last words before he's coughing again, violently this time. The PCD goes silent for a few moments, before the sound of static caused by air moving around it can be heard.]

... You've got to be kidding me.

[And then the feed shuts off, just as suddenly as it started.]

[OOC: Riku has pneumonia due to being out in the rain for an extended period of time. Basically, some severe cases od penumonia can cause you to cough up blood. Feel free to yell at him about his lack of sense.]

| The Eighteenth Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Sat, 25 Jun 2011 02:17:21 GMT

[It's raining. And Riku, like an idiot, is standing out in the middle of it. His hair is completely drenched, hanging down around his shoulders and falling into his eyes limply. He's shaking with the chill of the water, goose pimple erupting over his bare skin.

The hand that's not holding the PCD is raised, and every few seconds he says something under his breath and a deep blue will emit from his palm, only to fade just as quickly. Ever since he had woken up from his nap he had been standing outside, trying with all of his might to recast the shield he had constantly kept up around the house that week, only to get nothing. His powers were utterly tapped out.]

No. No, no, no. Come on.

[He tries once more, without success, before he's yelling in frustration.]

Come on. [He tries and fails once more.] Don't. Don't start failing me now. [And again.] Not when I need you most.

[And he tries again, failing once more before he finally gives into his frustration, throwing the still recording PCD at the stone wall, a muffled scream being heard right before in falls into the water.]

[OOC: Riku will retrieve the PCD and carry it inside to dry out, so all replies that aren't offline will be a couple of hours later. But feel free to offline him in the mean time!]

| The Seventeenth Aura • Video |

reflectivedawn — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 19:48:30 GMT

[ - Filtered to Sora - ]

[The PCD clicks on, and for a moment all that can be seen is the light blue of blankets. Until it begins to pan up slowly, taking in the neatly made bed, and even more, the neatly stack pillows. And resting up against those neatly stacked pillows is one hand made, stuffed sheep, it's wool perfectly mimicking the colors of the rainbow, fresh from the hands of the Queen of England herself.

Resting next to it is one hand metal rose, made out of pieces of scrap metal he had found while exploring and tirelessly worked on for the past few weeks, until it was as perfect as it was going to get, even if the stem and a few of the patals were bent.

Rest on the on the other side is a small card with the name Sora simply written on the front and the words Happy Birthday written on the inside. Yes, he was almost two months late, but he had promised to make up for every birthday and holiday he had missed, and he was determined to do so.

The feed continues for another moment, as a hand reaches out and lays one final thing in the middle. One perfectly folded paper crane, with the promise he had made to Sora written on the paper.

And then the feed clicks off. Someone needs to get out of the house and give a certain other someone time to find their present.]

[OOC: Even though this is locked to Sora, anyone who lives there can see the presents and contact Riku. So that means Hanna, Galahad, Kairi and Bubbles are all totally free to tease him about this as much as they want.]

| The Sixteenth Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 22:51:01 GMT

[What is up Adstringendum? Are you all having a fine Wedsnday? You're probably not, but that's not the point.

After an emtremely stressful start to his week - Sora being, well, Sora, Hanna getting hurt, Sephiroth being injured almost beyond repair and aggravating his own injuries from the zombie attacks, Riku was intent on relaxing. Or trying to, at the very least.

And how was he doing this, you might ask? By taking a swim in the river. Far away from the dangers of the giant squid. And this is where we find him. Or well, this is the scene that the PCD takes in when it clicks on, pointed outwards towards the calm surface of the river. It stays that way for serveral moments, until ripples begin to break through the surface of the water, slowly becomming bigger until finally something breaks through, shooting upwards before settling back down to tred water, shaking it from silver hair quickly, before pushing off and setting off towards the shore.

Once there's no more need to swim he moves more slowly, walking up towards the soil that lines the river, body slowly rising from the water. He's wearing an old pair of swim trunks he had found, but not much else, long lines of water trailing down over his body as he slicks his hair back.

Reaching the place where he had lain his PCD along with his other belongings he grabs a towel, wiping at his face for a moment before the little red blinking light catches his attentions. Congrats, Riku, all of Adstringendum just saw you shirtless and dripping wet.]

Stupid thing.

[And the feed clicks off, because really, this week could not get any worse.]

| The Fifthteen Aura • Voice |

reflectivedawn — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 21:34:38 GMT

[Someone is not amused by this event. Someone if even less amused by the baby sheep they found in their closet this morning. Seriously. Why had he thought it was a good idea to let Bubbles be alone for more than five seconds?]

If this is their idea of a joke, I'm not laughing.

[A very loud "Baaahhhhh!" can be heard as he drops the offending animal back outside, closing and locking the door.]

We'll not getting another pet. Anyone of you wants one of these things, you can keep it outside in the backyard.

[He's looking at you, Hanna. And speaking of you. He's switching the feed over to a private one, because hey, it's time for a talk with his second bestie.]

Look, I don't know what you said to Sora, but next time? Keep your mouth shut.

Also, remind me to introduce you to my boyfriend at dinner.

Dinner's tomorrow night at eight.

I'll give you the thirty munny when we get home.

I was gonna go pick more fruit. Wanna come with?

| The Fourteenth Aura • Accidental Video |

reflectivedawn — Sun, 29 May 2011 10:48:32 GMT

[The feed clicks on by accident, and at first all it shows is the dawn, the sun slowly beginning to peak over the horizon, the brilliant pinks and reds starting to breka through the black of the sky. Dawn was his favorite time of day, which would explain why soon enough the feed also takes in something else. Riku, carefully perched on the outer wall, watching the sun rise.

Except for three things. One, he looks terrible, worn out to the point of pure and utter exhaustion. His cheeks are pale, the dark circles under his eyes a strak constrast. There's a bruise on his cheek, slowly starting to deepned, a last minute injury, whether from fighting or burning the corpses of the dead, it really doesn't matter. The thick smell of smoke is still present in the air, and it's enough to make him sick to his stomach. Two, he's holding a thin piece of black fabric in his hands, the softness of it drapped between his fingers. Fading back into darkness sounded really, really good right now.

And finally, the fact that the keyblade laying next to him isn't Way to the Dawn, but Oblivion. Because someone hadn't realized that after spending a week thinking he had Sora's destiny, something other than the memories remained.

He sits there for a few more moments, staring off into the distance, the light around him slowly getting brighter, green eyes locked out at the horizon. And only once the sun is up completely does he move, slowly pushing himself up to stand on the thick edge of the wall. Only instead of turning and coming back into the city, he goes the other way, finding the desired spot on the wall. And letting himself fall over, keyblade in hand. Don't worry, he knows how to land on his feet.

Because obviously the best thing to do when you haven't slept in nearly a week is going out into the waste and destroy some shit. There are worse ways to get your aggravation and frustration out, after all. At least he waited for daylight.]

[OOC: /Spams forever. Hopefully now that this event and this block of plot is over, he'll shut up and not be such a post whore. Also, Hanna's gonna come drag his ass home, but everyone else is free to tell him how stupid/what a bad idea this is.]