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@repliika-blog
outofcharacter. I’m heeere, just been a lil unwell lately. ;o; Went to hospital on my birthday, kinda just been chilling since then. I’m working tonight and sunday is my last shift ever at that hellhole so I’ll have 100x more free time to actually roleplay ayyyy. ♥ May do a couple of replies tonight, we’ll see. :)
faithfulreplica:
@repliika
There’s no mistaking that face, or…well, he’d say the scent, but that’s what tipped him off that this was, for sure, not the original being subjected to some weird magic. The original’s scent had never been that dark. How many Replicas had Vexen made?
“…Hey.” He’s bad at talking to people. And introductions. And this is either another Replica from this universe… or another one. Either way, he’s not letting this other Replica leave before he at least offers to buy the m a sandwich and new clothes or something. (He remembered being stuck either with his armor or the original’s horribly designed pants, if the other wanted jeans or something he definitely had enough munny to oblige.)
What is this?
It seems as though they’re the same... and yet, ever so slightly different. Were there more of them running around than he realised? Why is this one so big when he’s still so puny?
Whatever the reason -- the boy thinks it unfair that he has yet another version of Riku to compete with, whether they be fake or otherwise. Those insecurities he has about feeling unique have most definitely begun to multiply, gaze trailing off as he kicks at the ground, seeming generally rather avoidant of the other for the time being. He knows that simply looking away won’t make this new copy go away, but he can hope it will nevertheless.
“Uh...”
Now he’s never really had much problem with feeling tongue-tied. Not until this very moment, at least, gloved hands fidgeting awkwardly at his front as he desperately thinks of something to say.
“--I mean, hi. Are you... One of us?”
liightisms:
@repliika liked for a starter!
“Riku?”
At first glance, Sora had nearly been fooled again. It soon became clear though, that this wasn’t quite his friend. There were noticeable differences, and it didn’t take long for the Keyblade wielder to remember the events at Castle Oblivion, and just who he was.
“Wait a sec…”
His smile faltered a bit, but it was soon back in place. Just because this wasn’t the Riku he knew, didn’t mean he didn’t like this one too. Perhaps now that things were different, maybe they could even be friends too?
“Sora--”
For once, he doesn’t bother to correct the other -- not when he seems perfectly capable of figuring things out for himself -- and he’s all the more glad for it, feeling none too keen on having to deal with a jumbled mess of memories all over again.
Of all things, the replica hadn’t expected to see Sora’s sorry face again... And some small part of him is relieved to see the keybearer in one piece. Whether that’s his own genuine fondness or a part of Riku’s own influence remains to be seen, but he offers Sora just the faintest of smiles in return, allowing the both of them some small comfort.
There’s some awkwardness on his own part, a few things left unsaid. Perhaps now is as good as any time to set it all right.
“I guess I owe you an apology, don’t I?”
tatarian-memory:
Get in his- A slight grin formed on her lips as she lifted her hand to summon one of the weapons her forms carried. An annoyed noise sounded out of her when it was the keyblade like one she carried from her final form.
“So if you aren’t shaking right now, you’ll be able to fight back now right?” Her grin flatter with a visible frown “Stop lying to yourself and let me in. I’m not afraid to fight but I am worried if a person I call ‘partner’ or ‘friend’ is.”
“We could hardly be called friends. Related by circumstance at best.”
How nice it must be to unload one’s fears and concerns upon another... But how can he, when everyone he’s ever dared to fully trust went on to hurt him in one form or another?
He does take a step back, calling his own weapon to his side -- if only to stubbornly try and prove her wrong. If there’s one thing that Riku’s replica cannot be faulted for, it’s the consistency between his words and actions, foolhardy though they may sometimes be.
“Nobody’s ever really cared about what I think. Why should that change?”
ofwalkingdawn:
☾ 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐮 ☽ Bemusement accompanied by speculation traveled across the contours of his face delicately, the cold tundra blue of his eyes kept upon the head of a person he thought very much deceased. Still images of his body melting into darkness shot through the real one’s thoughts, recalling the replica’s last words when he faded into an empty abyss. “A faithful replica until the very end… that’s… okay.” And just like that, he was no more. Something about the existence of him, the death of his clone, all of what he represented never agreed well with Riku’s heart. There was a chance that whole mess had to do with why he felt a need to eliminate Roxas rather than talk to him. In the end, there can’t be two of one person, it will always brew conflict. At least, that is what he used to believe.
❝How about we skip the pleasantries. How are you… alive?❞ Vigilance armed throughout words of caution, unable to discern if the replica was here to simply chat, or to pull a fast attempt upon the real one’s life. But Riku genuinely was curious, tucking toned arms in a fold across his torso as he looked down at the other with an intense half-lidded gaze. ❝Nobodies coming back are one thing. But you’re not one. You’re a fake.❞ A harsh truth, but it was the truth nonetheless. Naught but logic and reason mingled with his tone, void of emotion until he was certain that this was not about to lead to a clash.
“This fake isn’t here to deliberately ruin your day, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
Wow, Riku. That’s harsh.
Truth be told, he’s almost a little offended. The both of them know himself well enough that if this were a true confrontation, he’d be doing far less teasing and much more fighting. Riku’s copy has never been anything less than openly aggressive towards those he has any kind of qualms with, and holds little patience for anyone who doesn’t hold his respect in some way.
“I guess you could call it surviving out of pure spite. The dark never scared me much, anyway. Totally not my scene.”
It’s a rather blasé way of talking about one’s own demise, but could they ever really expect anything more from him than a completely deflective and unhelpful answer? This particular replica hasn’t got much of a track record for being cooperative with much of anything, and this conversation seems no different.
Riku is wary. That’s to be expected, he supposes; the two of them were never really fast friends.. Or even friends at all.. Yes, he did try to take his original counterparts life on numerous occasions, after all, but the boy isn’t stupid. He’s well aware just how unmatched he truly is this time around... And, for once, that’s alright with him. As of late, he’s grown so tired of fighting.
“What really matters is that I no longer listen to anyone unless it suits me. Whatever I think, whatever I feel, it’s mine -- that’s what’s real.”
And he’ll be damned if he ever lets anyone take that away from him again.
@tatarian-memory continued from HERE.
“Me? I’m not afraid of anything!”
His answer is immediate, the stubbornness in his tone almost verging on being downright defensive. Oh, there are a great many things that frighten him -- things that he would never dare utter to another soul. Weakness has no place in his heart. Not ever.
If she isn’t afraid of fighting, then he won’t be either.
“I just wanted to check that you wouldn’t get in my way.”
...It’s a pity, then, that the tremor in his clenched fists completely and utterly betrays any notion of bravery on his part.
@arpeggxo because what is life if Repliku doesn’t harass the shit out of Myde amirite???
“Hey, you!”
Left without many other options, he’s quick to flag down the nearest... Local?
Or at least, someone he assumes is a local -- some numbskull with a dodgy haircut. The boy knows full well that he must look horribly out of place himself, skulking aimlessly around the streets the way that he has been, but his time is limited. He’s determined to do something before someone decides to call him out for his shady behaviour, if nothing else.
More to the point, he’s very recently found himself in a spot of trouble, and he needs someone’s help before he... Well, he doesn’t want to think about that. The replica requires the assistance of someone smart -- something that this guy probably isn’t.
Now, don’t get him wrong; he hasn’t gone soft. In fact, he wouldn’t be here at all if this were purely down to a matter of choice. This entire situation is absolutely the last thing he wants to deal with... But his hands are tied here, and so he sees no other option but to simply ask, because he definitely isn’t getting very far by himself.
“Do you, uh... Happen to know this area well? I’m looking for someone.”
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“It’s... Pretty.”
‘Pretty’? Wow, so descriptive. So smooth. Way to go!
By his very nature, the replica isn’t much of an art critic; unable to fully distinguish the smaller, intricate details of Naminé’s scribbles... But he can most certainly appreciate the overall aesthetic in his own ways, and the effort that must go into her work.
Now, he had never intended to pry, nor to cause intentional embarrassment. He’s simply curious about the world around him in the only kind of way that a doll can be, and he peers over her shoulder with a soft smile, perhaps just a tad envious of her talents.
The boy seems to realise that he must be invading her personal space, darting back upright with a start. So often does he act solely on impulse, often overlooking how it might affect others. Perhaps he should back off before his presence becomes too suffocating.
“Sorry, that’s probably not very helpful. I hope I’m not distracting you?”
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“You seem... Familiar, somehow.”
She has her eyes.
And there it is: the overwhelming urge to PROTECT -- an almost nostalgic sensation of warmth that he’s only ever harbored for one other.
Just looking at her brings an image to mind: of two tiny hands, linked together. The both of them standing side by side, surrounded by vast ocean as the stars fall all around them, as though threatening to strike the very earth itself.
She was so very frightened, and he had promised to protect her.
...It’s all a lie, he tells himself, but the memory comes nevertheless, as though his heart is just too stubborn to simply let go of it.
This is the one Sora and Riku both hold dear, he realizes, the name on the very tip of his tongue...
No. How dare he have the audacity to address her, wearing the face of a friend most dear? He’s a fraud of the very worst kind; an impostor who deserves nothing close to the fondness his appearance alone would likely receive.
What the hell had he been thinking? Just as quickly as he began this, he feels as though he has to get out, desperately grasping for any kind of excuse to end this before it goes too far -- gaze lowering, hesitant.
“Never mind. My mistake.”
@ofwalkingdawn ❤ ‘d for a starter!!
Well... This is awkward.
“Y’got taller than the last time I saw you, Real Thing.”
Much to his own dismay, the replica hasn’t done much growing of his own. He’s built from data and artificial limbs -- a copy only of what once was, left behind and cursed to stagnate in this childish form. He’ll never grow into his own person.
Not physically, at least.
His HEART is a different story, fake or not, and the boy seems... Unusually relaxed in the other’s presence, hands resting upon hips as he takes in Riku’s physical appearance, for once having to look up to his counterpart. Boy, does he HATE that -- but he makes no mention of it, sporting a confident grin in spite of his own growing insecurities over his appearance.
The replica’s counterpart has grown in far more than his height, he can tell. Good for him. Moving on is a difficult thing. The fewer similarities they share, the better it’ll be for the both of them in the long run.
It seems as though he’s not about to indulge any of the juicy details related to the GLARING issue he’s presented Riku with -- him being here, in one piece -- choosing instead to quirk a curious brow, somewhat rudely pointing up at the other.
“The hair, though? What’s up with that?”
Hey, hello! Eggy here -- I’m very flattered that you guys are following me! Feel free to leave a ❤ for a starter!! ( This starter call counts for all mutuals: past, present and future ones! )
Hey! What’s up? Feel free to like/reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with a REPLICA RIKU from KINGDOM HEARTS: CHAIN OF MEMORIES!! I’m dipping my toes back into this fandom after a long time away from it (shame on me, I know) so I’m totally up for making some new friends!! ♥♥♥
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ログ４ by 裸餅
※The artist has given me permission to repost this.
My Repliku Week ~ Day 2
My Favorite Sad Quote: “But…nothing changes…I’m still just empty. Everything about me is borrowed. As long as you’re around, I’ll never be more than a shadow!”
