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When; During the "Forgiveness Day" curse, after this post.
Rating; PG/PG-13?
Characters; darkbreak, obliviomancy
Summary; The Replica goes out to think about what exactly is wrong today (re: being cursed) and decides to look for Roxas for some unanswered questions.
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After the Replica had helped out Solomon's move from the bottom floor to his new penthouse suite (and had returned to Xemnas' place only to be hit by the forgiveness curse), he had decided to go out again. Staying at Xemnas' apartment was like being smothered with a blanket over your face and being choked by hard, heavy hands around the neck. He felt helpless in there, and despite being a little more subdued thanks to being in Solitary Confinement for nearly three weeks, he craved for the outside air.

Aside from his forgiving mood he was in today, the Replica had some questions that he wanted to be answered. Namine had said Sora had turned into a Heartless, and that Roxas had fought him, and when he asked for details she only responded with "you should ask them".

So he decided to look for Roxas - but where to begin, he didn't exactly know. He wasn't all that familiar with the Nobody, and didn't know his usual hang out spots. The only place he thought of was the underground, where he had first met him. So, that was where he portal'd over to, trying not to look too conspicuous.

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It wasn’t completely coincidence that Roxas was there. With the sudden upheaval of everything he’d known, old routines reminded him only of what he no longer believed. They chafed, made familiar things unsafe as he fought to hold onto something solid. Even the coat seemed to hang on him strangely now, uncomfortable and prickling when previously he’d barely noticed the weight. It was only practical to wear it now that he’d started traveling in darkness again, but still it pulled him inexorably back to – things he didn’t want to consider.

Of all the things he couldn’t seem to forget, this question seemed the strangest: why had he given the heart back? He knew, and didn’t; there was an answer, but it was too weird to believe.

But fighting didn’t change. Not the swing and slice nor the hard and brilliant lights whirling out around him, shield and sword in one. So he threw himself into it, half-blind in his own power and hardly caring as long as things stayed broken down to elements he could understand. Everything controlled, dreamless, under his own power. There was a Keyblade in each hand – and it was amazing how after a year of practice it was finally an instinctual way to fight – and the world was dazzling as light blinded him to everything but what he wanted to see. Not the replica portaling in – just monsters and the steps to take to bring them down.

If only things could always be this easy.

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The flashing lights and over the top (at least in his opinion) theatrics were none too hard to miss. Once he had entered the underground and ventured to where the monsters seemed to congregate he managed to find Roxas rather easily.

It was awkward to just stand there and watch Roxas fight the monsters - did he interrupt? Did he wait until the end? He decided to clear his throat, loud enough for Roxas to hear, and wait for Roxas to notice him there.

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It took a while. The world had been pared down to edges and motion, and so Roxas was relatively quick to notice when an unexpected addition showed up, effectively cutting off his session. Riku’s face – and he tensed automatically to draw properly. But then memory filtered in, and he let it go with only a slight, puzzled look. As his focus expanded to the world around him once more, Roxas jumped back from the monster, the kill unfinished.

Part of the reason he’d liked the Underground was that you didn’t really find people here. And… why was the replica just standing there, anyway? Bemused, he made his way over. "What’re you doing here?”