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mewtwowarrior) wrote2007-03-18 10:43 pm
mewtwowarrior) wrote2007-03-18 10:43 pm
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Riku Replica RP Intro
Nothing much to report today, so here's an RP intro I made for the Riku Replica.
In the RP that it was made for, all the Organization members were being brought back to life. Since they all got new life, I had some ideas, and I got permission to bring the Riku Replica back as well. ^_^
The Riku Replica:
Near where the door in the secret cave was located, another body was lying there. This person looked much younger than any of the Organization members who had also found themselves in the aforementioned cave. Another thing that set him apart from the Organization members was his attire. Instead of wearing a long black cloak, this boy was wearing a purple outfit that had a strange design all over it, it nearly seemed to look like a muscle system. On the front of the outfit was a Heartless symbol, but minus the thorny lines that ran through the middle that crossed the heart out. He was also wearing a half-cape, the tattered bits going down to around his knees.
The boy's aqua-green eyes opened, and he blinked confusedly, "Wh...what?..." He muttered weakly. He tried to sit up, and found that he could do so. He lifted a hand to his head, "This...isn't the place I last remember..." He had been killed by the real Riku in the Castle Oblivion version of Twilight Town, and it looked nothing like the cave he was currently residing. "And...he isn't here...." The boy said to himself. "Why am I alive...or is this just an extension of death?..." He closed his eyes, trying to remember.
"This place is familiar....but that's either from his memories...or the fake ones Namine made just for me..." The boy sighed sadly, he was nothing more than a fake, a shadow, a clone. He had been created by Vexen, the coldest-hearted member of the Organization, a scientist who cared nothing more than to experiment on stuff.
The boy remembered that the Organization called him a replica, a fake... a toy... Not even considered a person with real thoughts. Not that he had many thoughts that were his own, most of what he remembered was placed within him, a majority of his memories that didn't even happen. He sighed, he just had to remember that anything that he remembered happening in the castle was his true memories, as unpleasant as they may be, and anything else was either constructed or borrowed.
The boy sighed again, he didn't even know what he was...did Vexen make him out of human bits...or was he a Heartless that had been modified, or perhaps just an advanced robot? He guessed that he'd never know.
The boy thought back to his memories in the Castle Oblivion. He had been called a Replica by some, and by others, Nisemono, both meant he was a fake, an imitation of the Real Thing. Obviously the Real Thing was better, for he had defeated him.
The boy closed his bright eyes once more. He had no real name, and no real life. He had regained some of his strength as he was thinking to himself, so he managed to stand up, a bit wobbly though.
He slowly made his way out of the cave, and immedatly recognized the area through the memories that he had been given. He had been right. His Replica had gone to where his heart was. The island home. The boy sighed, and echoing some of his last words, he uttered, "How original."
In the RP that it was made for, all the Organization members were being brought back to life. Since they all got new life, I had some ideas, and I got permission to bring the Riku Replica back as well. ^_^
The Riku Replica:
Near where the door in the secret cave was located, another body was lying there. This person looked much younger than any of the Organization members who had also found themselves in the aforementioned cave. Another thing that set him apart from the Organization members was his attire. Instead of wearing a long black cloak, this boy was wearing a purple outfit that had a strange design all over it, it nearly seemed to look like a muscle system. On the front of the outfit was a Heartless symbol, but minus the thorny lines that ran through the middle that crossed the heart out. He was also wearing a half-cape, the tattered bits going down to around his knees.
The boy's aqua-green eyes opened, and he blinked confusedly, "Wh...what?..." He muttered weakly. He tried to sit up, and found that he could do so. He lifted a hand to his head, "This...isn't the place I last remember..." He had been killed by the real Riku in the Castle Oblivion version of Twilight Town, and it looked nothing like the cave he was currently residing. "And...he isn't here...." The boy said to himself. "Why am I alive...or is this just an extension of death?..." He closed his eyes, trying to remember.
"This place is familiar....but that's either from his memories...or the fake ones Namine made just for me..." The boy sighed sadly, he was nothing more than a fake, a shadow, a clone. He had been created by Vexen, the coldest-hearted member of the Organization, a scientist who cared nothing more than to experiment on stuff.
The boy remembered that the Organization called him a replica, a fake... a toy... Not even considered a person with real thoughts. Not that he had many thoughts that were his own, most of what he remembered was placed within him, a majority of his memories that didn't even happen. He sighed, he just had to remember that anything that he remembered happening in the castle was his true memories, as unpleasant as they may be, and anything else was either constructed or borrowed.
The boy sighed again, he didn't even know what he was...did Vexen make him out of human bits...or was he a Heartless that had been modified, or perhaps just an advanced robot? He guessed that he'd never know.
The boy thought back to his memories in the Castle Oblivion. He had been called a Replica by some, and by others, Nisemono, both meant he was a fake, an imitation of the Real Thing. Obviously the Real Thing was better, for he had defeated him.
The boy closed his bright eyes once more. He had no real name, and no real life. He had regained some of his strength as he was thinking to himself, so he managed to stand up, a bit wobbly though.
He slowly made his way out of the cave, and immedatly recognized the area through the memories that he had been given. He had been right. His Replica had gone to where his heart was. The island home. The boy sighed, and echoing some of his last words, he uttered, "How original."