The meeting with the others went about as well as could be expected, all things considered. It was more bittersweet than anything else, seeing his old comrades again after so many years. He'd watched them rip themselves, each other, and even the world itself apart, and he hadn't done nothing to stop it. After something like that, nothing could ever be like it was ever again, and he hadn't expected it would be. Some things can and need to be worked out, of course, but if nothing else, he knows how to be patient.
And so he leaves. He gives the others the time and space they need while he re-acclimates himself to the Master's blade. It felt like being re-united with an old friend when he picked it up -- the sole remnant of his first life, having lived so very many. There was the box, too, of course, but he didn't feel the same sense of attachment to it as the blade his Master had given him.
So he spends some time covering ground he's covered before. Visiting other worlds and making use of the weapon that was always rightfully his. The Heartless fall easily, as easily as he remembers, and it feels like slipping on an old, well-worn glove.
Finally.
He walks slowly through the city of the bells tonight, partially enjoying the sights but also attuning his senses. He is watchful and silent, a whisper of a shadow and no more.
He pause. His head turns slightly, his face obscured by the dark hood. He stares hard at a particularly long patch of darkness and remains unmoved as it begins to wriggle and stretch. Golden eyes light up the bell tower rooftop, and all of a sudden, it seems, dozens upon dozens are Heartless spawn from out of the ether.
He chuckles softly. Assuming a readied stance, a Keyblade Riku should recognize very well materializes in his hand.
Prepare yourself, kiddo. The fellow in a dark coat may not have sniffed you out, but the Heartless have, and they'll be coming for you too. ]
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The meeting with the others went about as well as could be expected, all things considered. It was more bittersweet than anything else, seeing his old comrades again after so many years. He'd watched them rip themselves, each other, and even the world itself apart, and he hadn't done nothing to stop it. After something like that, nothing could ever be like it was ever again, and he hadn't expected it would be. Some things can and need to be worked out, of course, but if nothing else, he knows how to be patient.
And so he leaves. He gives the others the time and space they need while he re-acclimates himself to the Master's blade. It felt like being re-united with an old friend when he picked it up -- the sole remnant of his first life, having lived so very many. There was the box, too, of course, but he didn't feel the same sense of attachment to it as the blade his Master had given him.
So he spends some time covering ground he's covered before. Visiting other worlds and making use of the weapon that was always rightfully his. The Heartless fall easily, as easily as he remembers, and it feels like slipping on an old, well-worn glove.
Finally.
He walks slowly through the city of the bells tonight, partially enjoying the sights but also attuning his senses. He is watchful and silent, a whisper of a shadow and no more.
He pause. His head turns slightly, his face obscured by the dark hood. He stares hard at a particularly long patch of darkness and remains unmoved as it begins to wriggle and stretch. Golden eyes light up the bell tower rooftop, and all of a sudden, it seems, dozens upon dozens are Heartless spawn from out of the ether.
He chuckles softly. Assuming a readied stance, a Keyblade Riku should recognize very well materializes in his hand.
Prepare yourself, kiddo. The fellow in a dark coat may not have sniffed you out, but the Heartless have, and they'll be coming for you too. ]