the hero of darkness

I do hope we can get along though ^^

— @ask-luna-diviner

(they’re standing next to eachother, at least 4 feet apart— replica is straight straight ahead at the taller man, while riku stares off to the side again.)

are you dumb? i don’t want to get along with you— i mean, i can count on one hand people who do.

(he scoffs and rolls his eyes. riku turns to face saix, placing one arm on his hip: his lips are pursed.)

I know an apology wont change anything, but i am sorry…

(riku has left, so it’s only the replica— his face contorts with anger to the point where, if you focus hard enough, you can hear the synthetic of his skin crackling.)

you’re in no place to talk about anything, with me. none of you are so just . . i don’t know—

(he gestures in the air for a second before dropping his hands to the sides.)

(the young man scoffs, biting some ‘dead skin’ off his now dusty lips. the color has started peeling off, probably because of sun exposure.)

got no idea who the rest of your weird friends are and i don’t want to know. at all. you shouldn’t want to know about me either, honestly.

i have nothing to tell you and you’ve got nothing to learn, so long are you know the—

(the rolls his eyes and does airquotes, enunciating the words with enough intensity to spit.)

I will let you get used to me on your own time then, as long as you’re comfortable with it

(the shorter boy says, shoving his hands into his pocket, still idling to try and distract himself— he doesn’t like standing still, especially not in a situation like this.)

give it up: take a hint and leave instead of . . eaugh, pretending to be all nice. i’ve seen you before and i’m not stupid.

Theres a lot of people that are trying to change from what they did in the Organization, no matter what you think, none of them are pretending

address that loser all you like. it’s not like acknowledging my existence makes you any better than the rest of . . . them.

people can’t change. it’s all just a bunch of useless talk you guys like to throw around to make yourselves feel better, isn’t it? you think i’m stupid enough to fall for something like that, don’t you?

(he takes a step forward, craning his neck to look as threatening as possible. the bell rings again. he’s clearly uncomfortable, first and foremost.)

Youre just scared to admit people are capable of changing while youre stuck the way you are. Tiny, afraid, and alone. You dont even know yourself, it’s hypocritical for you to claim that i know nothing

If i was still the person you had only slightly known back then, you would already be curled on the floor in pain, but youre not, and i feel thats proof enough that not everyone is the same anymore. Everyone except you I suppose, but theres nothing i can do about your unwillingness to change your mindset

. . .

i’m not pathetic, stop puking your stupid words at me. it’s embarrassing.

i’m not afraid of anything and even if i was—

(the replica’s voice spikes as his shoulders tense to the point of trembling, like loose joints on a doll.)

— i wouldn’t be scared of you. any of you. if you want to talk to some stupid, naïve loser who’ll listen to your bullcrap and nod just go talk to that ugly copy.

just leave and go hang out with your ‘mature, changed friends’. i’m fine my way.

Youre terrified of the truth, i can see it as plain as the joints in your body. The only copy is you, and i think its about time you start accepting that fact, and that you can indeed be your own person. The only thing limiting you is your own stupidity

(his neck hurts from how often he’s throwing it around but the mere mention of the girl’s name is enough to get him to turn right back around, face contorted with anger to the point the skin seems to crease off the base inside.)

keep— enough, just stop it! you don’t know me, you don’t get it, stop acting like you do!

(riku shouts, heels digging into the floor like he’s physically restraining himself from stomping.)

i’m riku. i’m just as riku as he is, if not better. being a phony doesn’t make me a copy and that’s that. you’re all so superficial it’s—

(the boy laughs and it’s humorless, angry. the words come out as a sneer more than anything.)

— you’re like a teenage girl. basic and stupid.

(his expression drops, all of a sudden, as his whole body tenses again.)

You know nothing of yourself, all you know is the lies youve decided to believe. Even Riku has changed, you havent, and its just embarrassing. The fact you can barely refrain from throwing a stomping tantrum is sad…

Its not a matter of being superficial, its a matter of you being an idiot and naive beyond belief.

stop talking about her— you don’t know her either, you don’t know anything! shut up and get a life already.

she’s smarter than you and more mature and more of an adult than you’ll ever be. i don’t even know who kairi is and i don’t care to, either.

(his it’s expression looks more pained than anything, the creases from earlier still intact.)

You just sit around and do nothing all day, what sort of life do you think that even is? How hypocritical of you to say i dont have one… At this point, itd be fact to say i know more about her than you, just face the fact that you cant know anyone when you cant know yourself

i won’t reply anymore, don’t worry about it. I’ve already figured a loser like you all out.

— @sunf0rsorrow

sora, answer the question. you’ve got a phone, search it up or something.

are you eliminating the . . .

(he pauses for a second, pursing his lips together and widening his eyes, biting down laughter and trying to remember what he’s supposed to say at the same time.)

also foids?? what??

(riku’s expression remains unfazed as he nods solemnly, tilting his head to the side and staring down at sora like he’s asking stupid questions with an obvious answer.)

yes, sora, a foid.

(he gestures lazily towards sora’s phone.)

look it up and answer me. are you eliminat—

(the white haired boy audibly gasps out a laugh, but manages to grit his teeth and continue.)

-stiffles a laugh-

okay jeez..

(he searched it up 💔)buthestilltriestocomposehimselfyeah

. . someone i know asked me to, i guess. i didn’t really care so i didn’t look it up.

he says a lot of weird stuff so i stopped listening to him. i might have to start doing that with you, too.

(he pauses for a second, leaning forward to try and sneak a peek at sora’s phone while still being ‘cool’ about it.)

-honestly is just trying to compose himself cuz fucking hell 💔-

what— what do women have to do with any of this? we’re talking about phonk (founck) gangs, sora.

are you gonna have to look up the meaning of gang, too? i’m sure you can figure it out.

(riku looks extremely pleased for someone who who’s voice has about the same emotional inflection of a wooden spoon— he looks three seconds away from dying and manages to sound like he’s talking about . . serious stuff.)

do you eliminate women, sora? is that what a foid is?

-let’s out a wheeze and has to cover his mouth-

no i don’t-

(he leans forward, forcing his face back into a serious expression and stating pointedly at sora.)

are you making fun of me, sora? i’ll show you—

(riku punches the other boy’s shoulder decently hard in retaliation, though it’s still obvious he’s just mocking the situation. all the while keeping his face straight.)

— i’ll show you what happens in the . . . gang.

I do hope we can get along though ^^

— @ask-luna-diviner

(they’re standing next to eachother, at least 4 feet apart— replica is straight straight ahead at the taller man, while riku stares off to the side again.)

are you dumb? i don’t want to get along with you— i mean, i can count on one hand people who do.

(he scoffs and rolls his eyes. riku turns to face saix, placing one arm on his hip: his lips are pursed.)

I know an apology wont change anything, but i am sorry…

(riku has left, so it’s only the replica— his face contorts with anger to the point where, if you focus hard enough, you can hear the synthetic of his skin crackling.)

you’re in no place to talk about anything, with me. none of you are so just . . i don’t know—

(he gestures in the air for a second before dropping his hands to the sides.)

(the young man scoffs, biting some ‘dead skin’ off his now dusty lips. the color has started peeling off, probably because of sun exposure.)

got no idea who the rest of your weird friends are and i don’t want to know. at all. you shouldn’t want to know about me either, honestly.

i have nothing to tell you and you’ve got nothing to learn, so long are you know the—

(the rolls his eyes and does airquotes, enunciating the words with enough intensity to spit.)

I will let you get used to me on your own time then, as long as you’re comfortable with it

(the shorter boy says, shoving his hands into his pocket, still idling to try and distract himself— he doesn’t like standing still, especially not in a situation like this.)

give it up: take a hint and leave instead of . . eaugh, pretending to be all nice. i’ve seen you before and i’m not stupid.

Theres a lot of people that are trying to change from what they did in the Organization, no matter what you think, none of them are pretending

address that loser all you like. it’s not like acknowledging my existence makes you any better than the rest of . . . them.

people can’t change. it’s all just a bunch of useless talk you guys like to throw around to make yourselves feel better, isn’t it? you think i’m stupid enough to fall for something like that, don’t you?

(he takes a step forward, craning his neck to look as threatening as possible. the bell rings again. he’s clearly uncomfortable, first and foremost.)

Youre just scared to admit people are capable of changing while youre stuck the way you are. Tiny, afraid, and alone. You dont even know yourself, it’s hypocritical for you to claim that i know nothing

If i was still the person you had only slightly known back then, you would already be curled on the floor in pain, but youre not, and i feel thats proof enough that not everyone is the same anymore. Everyone except you I suppose, but theres nothing i can do about your unwillingness to change your mindset

. . .

i’m not pathetic, stop puking your stupid words at me. it’s embarrassing.

i’m not afraid of anything and even if i was—

(the replica’s voice spikes as his shoulders tense to the point of trembling, like loose joints on a doll.)

— i wouldn’t be scared of you. any of you. if you want to talk to some stupid, naïve loser who’ll listen to your bullcrap and nod just go talk to that ugly copy.

just leave and go hang out with your ‘mature, changed friends’. i’m fine my way.

Youre terrified of the truth, i can see it as plain as the joints in your body. The only copy is you, and i think its about time you start accepting that fact, and that you can indeed be your own person. The only thing limiting you is your own stupidity

(his neck hurts from how often he’s throwing it around but the mere mention of the girl’s name is enough to get him to turn right back around, face contorted with anger to the point the skin seems to crease off the base inside.)

keep— enough, just stop it! you don’t know me, you don’t get it, stop acting like you do!

(riku shouts, heels digging into the floor like he’s physically restraining himself from stomping.)

i’m riku. i’m just as riku as he is, if not better. being a phony doesn’t make me a copy and that’s that. you’re all so superficial it’s—

(the boy laughs and it’s humorless, angry. the words come out as a sneer more than anything.)

— you’re like a teenage girl. basic and stupid.

(his expression drops, all of a sudden, as his whole body tenses again.)

You know nothing of yourself, all you know is the lies youve decided to believe. Even Riku has changed, you havent, and its just embarrassing. The fact you can barely refrain from throwing a stomping tantrum is sad…

Its not a matter of being superficial, its a matter of you being an idiot and naive beyond belief.

stop talking about her— you don’t know her either, you don’t know anything! shut up and get a life already.

she’s smarter than you and more mature and more of an adult than you’ll ever be. i don’t even know who kairi is and i don’t care to, either.

(his it’s expression looks more pained than anything, the creases from earlier still intact.)

— @sunf0rsorrow

sora, answer the question. you’ve got a phone, search it up or something.

are you eliminating the . . .

(he pauses for a second, pursing his lips together and widening his eyes, biting down laughter and trying to remember what he’s supposed to say at the same time.)

also foids?? what??

(riku’s expression remains unfazed as he nods solemnly, tilting his head to the side and staring down at sora like he’s asking stupid questions with an obvious answer.)

yes, sora, a foid.

(he gestures lazily towards sora’s phone.)

look it up and answer me. are you eliminat—

(the white haired boy audibly gasps out a laugh, but manages to grit his teeth and continue.)

-stiffles a laugh-

okay jeez..

(he searched it up 💔)buthestilltriestocomposehimselfyeah

. . someone i know asked me to, i guess. i didn’t really care so i didn’t look it up.

he says a lot of weird stuff so i stopped listening to him. i might have to start doing that with you, too.

(he pauses for a second, leaning forward to try and sneak a peek at sora’s phone while still being ‘cool’ about it.)

-honestly is just trying to compose himself cuz fucking hell 💔-

what— what do women have to do with any of this? we’re talking about phonk (founck) gangs, sora.

are you gonna have to look up the meaning of gang, too? i’m sure you can figure it out.

(riku looks extremely pleased for someone who who’s voice has about the same emotional inflection of a wooden spoon— he looks three seconds away from dying and manages to sound like he’s talking about . . serious stuff.)

do you eliminate women, sora? is that what a foid is?

I do hope we can get along though ^^

— @ask-luna-diviner

(they’re standing next to eachother, at least 4 feet apart— replica is straight straight ahead at the taller man, while riku stares off to the side again.)

are you dumb? i don’t want to get along with you— i mean, i can count on one hand people who do.

(he scoffs and rolls his eyes. riku turns to face saix, placing one arm on his hip: his lips are pursed.)

I know an apology wont change anything, but i am sorry…

(riku has left, so it’s only the replica— his face contorts with anger to the point where, if you focus hard enough, you can hear the synthetic of his skin crackling.)

you’re in no place to talk about anything, with me. none of you are so just . . i don’t know—

(he gestures in the air for a second before dropping his hands to the sides.)

(the young man scoffs, biting some ‘dead skin’ off his now dusty lips. the color has started peeling off, probably because of sun exposure.)

got no idea who the rest of your weird friends are and i don’t want to know. at all. you shouldn’t want to know about me either, honestly.

i have nothing to tell you and you’ve got nothing to learn, so long are you know the—

(the rolls his eyes and does airquotes, enunciating the words with enough intensity to spit.)

I will let you get used to me on your own time then, as long as you’re comfortable with it

(the shorter boy says, shoving his hands into his pocket, still idling to try and distract himself— he doesn’t like standing still, especially not in a situation like this.)

give it up: take a hint and leave instead of . . eaugh, pretending to be all nice. i’ve seen you before and i’m not stupid.

Theres a lot of people that are trying to change from what they did in the Organization, no matter what you think, none of them are pretending

address that loser all you like. it’s not like acknowledging my existence makes you any better than the rest of . . . them.

people can’t change. it’s all just a bunch of useless talk you guys like to throw around to make yourselves feel better, isn’t it? you think i’m stupid enough to fall for something like that, don’t you?

(he takes a step forward, craning his neck to look as threatening as possible. the bell rings again. he’s clearly uncomfortable, first and foremost.)

Youre just scared to admit people are capable of changing while youre stuck the way you are. Tiny, afraid, and alone. You dont even know yourself, it’s hypocritical for you to claim that i know nothing

If i was still the person you had only slightly known back then, you would already be curled on the floor in pain, but youre not, and i feel thats proof enough that not everyone is the same anymore. Everyone except you I suppose, but theres nothing i can do about your unwillingness to change your mindset

. . .

i’m not pathetic, stop puking your stupid words at me. it’s embarrassing.

i’m not afraid of anything and even if i was—

(the replica’s voice spikes as his shoulders tense to the point of trembling, like loose joints on a doll.)

— i wouldn’t be scared of you. any of you. if you want to talk to some stupid, naïve loser who’ll listen to your bullcrap and nod just go talk to that ugly copy.

just leave and go hang out with your ‘mature, changed friends’. i’m fine my way.

Youre terrified of the truth, i can see it as plain as the joints in your body. The only copy is you, and i think its about time you start accepting that fact, and that you can indeed be your own person. The only thing limiting you is your own stupidity

(his neck hurts from how often he’s throwing it around but the mere mention of the girl’s name is enough to get him to turn right back around, face contorted with anger to the point the skin seems to crease off the base inside.)

keep— enough, just stop it! you don’t know me, you don’t get it, stop acting like you do!

(riku shouts, heels digging into the floor like he’s physically restraining himself from stomping.)

i’m riku. i’m just as riku as he is, if not better. being a phony doesn’t make me a copy and that’s that. you’re all so superficial it’s—

(the boy laughs and it’s humorless, angry. the words come out as a sneer more than anything.)

— you’re like a teenage girl. basic and stupid.

(his expression drops, all of a sudden, as his whole body tenses again.)

— @sunf0rsorrow

sora, answer the question. you’ve got a phone, search it up or something.

are you eliminating the . . .

(he pauses for a second, pursing his lips together and widening his eyes, biting down laughter and trying to remember what he’s supposed to say at the same time.)

also foids?? what??

(riku’s expression remains unfazed as he nods solemnly, tilting his head to the side and staring down at sora like he’s asking stupid questions with an obvious answer.)

yes, sora, a foid.

(he gestures lazily towards sora’s phone.)

look it up and answer me. are you eliminat—

(the white haired boy audibly gasps out a laugh, but manages to grit his teeth and continue.)

-stiffles a laugh-

okay jeez..

(he searched it up 💔)buthestilltriestocomposehimselfyeah

. . someone i know asked me to, i guess. i didn’t really care so i didn’t look it up.

he says a lot of weird stuff so i stopped listening to him. i might have to start doing that with you, too.

(he pauses for a second, leaning forward to try and sneak a peek at sora’s phone while still being ‘cool’ about it.)