Partyan, partyan, YEAH!

[keybearer]

Characters: OPEN. Come one, come all!
Location: Traverse Town.
Summary: You know what stinks? Darkness and despair. With new residents popping in more frequently than before, the residents of Traverse Town have decided to throw a big celebration to lift spirits and keep people's minds off of the spreading Heartless.
Warnings: Nope!

[It seems that the people of Traverse Town have been hard at work. Colorful balloons linger in the air. The First District restaurant has been rearranged with a large banquet table with free samplings of various meals. Cookies, cakes, jellos... it's all there, along with more wholesome meals.

There are some posters inviting visitors to the newly opened Fountain Plaza, whatever that is. Didn't Traverse Town originally have three districts?

And it doesn't matter what you were doing before. You're here now, so have fun. The moogles demand it!

No frowning, no sad face!]

Comments

[nokey]

[There's no stars here. ...Man that's a bummer. He's also got other places to be and other places to find. But at the same time, it does look pretty here. Being the amicable and laconic guy he is though, he takes this moment to sit up on a high perch and look at the sky.

...Also write in his diary. He hasn't done that yet before.

Also not bothering to take off the party hat]

[individuate]

[Hey.

Hey bro.

Guess who's gonna sneak up from behind and place a hand on your shoulder?]

You're way too predictable.

[Boo, XIII. Boo.]

[nokey]

[Surprise? Yeah, distinctly some surprise as his eyes open a little wider, and he looks up over his shoulder. Hey. He wasn't done with that diary entry, but his lips quirk up a bit. Smiling a little]

[individuate]

What, did I ruin the moment?

[Even if he did, he can't say he regrets it. Oh, and that smug grin on his face isn't fading any time soon.]

[nokey]

No, not really. [He should keep writing, but that would be rude... so he puts his pen in the diary and shuts it.]

[individuate]

[...snort.]

You didn't have to stop, you know.

[nokey]

That would have been rude.

[individuate]

You do know there's such thing as multitasking, right?

[nokey]

Mm. But I'm not very good at it.

[Said the dual wielder]

[individuate]

You've got two weapons. I think you could handle it.

[Or, if nothing else, it'd be interesting to see him try.]

[nokey]

I can't focus on more than one thing at once.

[Riku should know that. If he wasn't so laconic and muted, he'd be pouting and this would sound whiney. As it is he just looks away a little.]

[individuate]

[...Aww. Not as planned.

The Replica pauses, folding his arms over his chest.]

Then don't let me stop you. I can wait until you're finished.

[nokey]

If you don't mind, it'd only take two minutes.

[individuate]

Hey, don't worry about me. I've got plenty of time.

[Besides, he knows those diaries help him out, anyway.]

[nokey]

[...Kay.]

The sky in Twilight Town is silly, it doesn't have stars. I wish I was at the clocktower, but the hat is nice. I think I like this party hat.

Riku is here too. He looks silly in the party hat.

[individuate]

[He's just gonna... peer over XIII's shoulder. Silently.

Keep writing, bro. He'll save the hair ruffles until he's done.]

[nokey]

[...Hmmm]

Nothing found today either. I hope I'll find something tomorrow.

[And close the book. Good]

[individuate]

Silly, huh?

[Heh, heh...

He steps closer, raising an eyebrow.]

[nokey]

It does. [Seriously, the colors even clash]

[individuate]

Well, you can thank the moogles for that.

[Guh. He'd take it off if he didn't expect them to fly up to him and force it back on.

Or maybe even a tackier looking hat!]

[keybearer]

[...Well, this is slightly awkward.

When Riku spots XIII, he takes a moment to stare from below. His mind flashes to the incident in Monstro. How the Replica kept on trying to save the day...

What's he even supposed to think right now? He's 'Sora,' but... man. If his memories are any indication, any wrong moves might ruin everything.

Shaking his head, Riku slowly but surely makes his way up to XIII. When he finally reaches his perch, he clears his throat, and...]

Sora.

[nokey]

[He tenses significantly at Riku showing up. He can't be laconic and just look up at the sky when he's there. Indeed, he stands and looks at him with a mutedly wary expression]

[keybearer]

Hey, relax.

[He holds his hands out in front of him. No Keyblade. No tricks.]

I'm not here to fight.

[nokey]

I can't believe that.

[keybearer]

Hey, I saved the--

[...Bad move, Riku.]

I saved your friend. Kept him from losing his heart.

[To which the Replica essentially threw a fit over. Beat himself up for being too weak...

Not that Riku knows this.]

[nokey]

I know.

[Quietly. Quite... quietly.]

It's weird.

[keybearer]

He wanted to help. I saw how frustrated he got just because I was there.

[He sighs.]

So... I helped him. It wasn't like I meant to steal his mission.

[nokey]

[...] We don't need your help.

[keybearer]

Sheesh, no need to give me the cold shoulder.

[Guh.]

If I hadn't done anything, he would've lost his heart. Would you really want that?

[nokey]

He could have made it out, somehow. [He knows he wouldn't. His eyes shift a little, frown]

[keybearer]

I didn't want to take any chances.

[He averts his eyes, letting his arms fall to his sides.]

But that's all I did. Once Monstro's stomach acted up, I took a step back. Let him rescue Pinocchio. If I really wanted to hurt you guys, do you really think I'd pull something like that?

[nokey]

[Blankly looking back. Hell if he knows. He knows it was probably considerate too, but it doesn't mean that it's not something he wants to forgive this guy for. He can't, as long as these memories rest in his head. He can't even feel the hatred he figures he ought to have. He doesn't even have memories of hate to associate with it]

[keybearer]

We don't have to be enemies, Sora.

[He knows those memories are a roadblock. To him, they're probably his entire world. That's what makes the situation so frustrating, really.]

[nokey]

Yes we do. You're not my best friend, and you're accountable for a lot of bad things.

[There might even be a light edge there. A bit of a barb]

[keybearer]

Look. I'd never hurt you. Maybe I've made a few mistakes, but nothing like that.

[nokey]

My memories say you did.

[And he's holding on to those. His eyes avert. It's not trying to pick a fight, just sort of a... pointed statement]

I'm still working on icons sorry for the placeholderish ones orz

[keyplacement]

[Oh hey, it's another one of her friends! And... well he seems to have taken to the party hat much more than Xiruk had. It's enough to make her giggle slightly before sliding down to sit next to him, leaning forward and peering over to get a closer look at the diary.]

What are you doing?

cool cool cool

[nokey]

I'm writing my diary entry for today. [His face is as impassive as ever, but his lips do quirk up a bit. He likes Xion, he likes her a lot. He's never not laconic (and he does make the diary entry daily) but with her sitting next to him he closes the book so as to pay attention to her]