It's been a long day. A long couple of weeks to be honest – with Ysverai's image (their failure) continuously displayed on the screens around the station, with new people waking up and needing guidance, with the new memories he's received just days before…
Well, Riku would liked to think that he can't be blamed for turning in early for once (especially if they are to go to the northern mountains in the days to come. Riku sure doesn't look forward to it.)
He isn't sure what time it is when he drifts back to wakefulness – all light in the station is artificial and with life frozen in time, there is no sun to judge its flow by – and for all that he's a little disoriented, Riku can sense immediately just what exactly had woken him.
It's the smell of Darkness.
Even if he can't create them himself anymore, he knows the feeling of swelling magic all too well, the way Darkness pools and gathers before it rises up and parts the fabric of space to create a corridor from one place to another – and even if he can't tell just who is going to step out of it, he's certain that it must be an enemy (Axel would know better than to open a corridor into his room of all places, so it surely has to be someone newly awakened, one of the New Organization XIII maybe?
Rather than to turn on the lights and wait to see just who is going to step out of the Corridor, Riku rolls himself out of his bed, Way To The Dawn falling into his hand the second he feels steady ground beneath his bare feet. Then without hesitating another moment, he pushes himself forward to strike at whoever is trying to surprise him in sleep and darkness.
They really should know better than to try that one on him of all the people.
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Well, Riku would liked to think that he can't be blamed for turning in early for once (especially if they are to go to the northern mountains in the days to come. Riku sure doesn't look forward to it.)
He isn't sure what time it is when he drifts back to wakefulness – all light in the station is artificial and with life frozen in time, there is no sun to judge its flow by – and for all that he's a little disoriented, Riku can sense immediately just what exactly had woken him.
It's the smell of Darkness.
Even if he can't create them himself anymore, he knows the feeling of swelling magic all too well, the way Darkness pools and gathers before it rises up and parts the fabric of space to create a corridor from one place to another – and even if he can't tell just who is going to step out of it, he's certain that it must be an enemy (Axel would know better than to open a corridor into his room of all places, so it surely has to be someone newly awakened, one of the New Organization XIII maybe?
Rather than to turn on the lights and wait to see just who is going to step out of the Corridor, Riku rolls himself out of his bed, Way To The Dawn falling into his hand the second he feels steady ground beneath his bare feet. Then without hesitating another moment, he pushes himself forward to strike at whoever is trying to surprise him in sleep and darkness.
They really should know better than to try that one on him of all the people.