A. A Helping Hand He isn't the best at helping to herd actual cats, but when he isn't testing out his own abilities, he can often be seen in a healer's robes; making rounds and checking to see if anyone is hurt or requires assistance. He keeps a bag of snack goods on him as well, so if he notices that someone's been there for a while, he offers a bag of chips or some other snack and a box of juice. "Here. You'll need your strength if you're gonna keep at it."
B. Return to Darkness The moment he stepped into in the room, he all but sealed his fate for the rest of the day. The black-coated man stands in the center for a brief moment, before with a hum and slight gust the dark mists deposit a familiar weight in his right hand; a red and deep blue webbed wing-like sword, bright cyan and catlike eye ever gazing outward. "You may start at any time," they said, so he takes a moment; adjusts to a sense he hasn't had in months again. Takes in all the scents and sounds before the man takes one step back, then another before he drops into a stance. His knees bend only slightly at first, sword held up mere inches from his face as his left hand reaches out, palm held upward.
And then, like a snake, he strikes out.
One strike, he dashes forward for a second, blade singing through the air as he spins on his feet, jumping up and swinging the strange sword upward and vertically. Beams of bluish light shoot before him in three different directions. Yet they don't stop; he twists in midair; dark energy playing at the tips of his fingers as a flash of white hair slips out of the hood. Fingers curl as the dark clings to his arm, hand drawing back to his waist before he twists it outward and forward. The floor is singed before he even lands; he doesn't so much as fall as he does slowly descend.
"Alright, that should be enough for the day," the lab tech calls from the safety of the observation panel. The man takes a few more breaths before straightening, lowering the hood and heaving a sigh. Because feeling that familiar hum, being able smell those around him again. It's like going home again.
"What were the stability levels?" He asks, fighting to keep his voice even; still riding on the high of an energy that he'd been longing to make his own again for so long; for so long...
He doesn't notice right away if he draws an audience beyond the lab techs, but when he does, he dismisses the blade in the same black mist and moves to the entrance. If they look terrified, he'll give them a slightly concerned look. "You alright, there? You look pale."
Ever the salty healer, he guesses.
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AU!Riku Replica | OTA
He isn't the best at helping to herd actual cats, but when he isn't testing out his own abilities, he can often be seen in a healer's robes; making rounds and checking to see if anyone is hurt or requires assistance. He keeps a bag of snack goods on him as well, so if he notices that someone's been there for a while, he offers a bag of chips or some other snack and a box of juice. "Here. You'll need your strength if you're gonna keep at it."
B. Return to Darkness
The moment he stepped into in the room, he all but sealed his fate for the rest of the day. The black-coated man stands in the center for a brief moment, before with a hum and slight gust the dark mists deposit a familiar weight in his right hand; a red and deep blue webbed wing-like sword, bright cyan and catlike eye ever gazing outward. "You may start at any time," they said, so he takes a moment; adjusts to a sense he hasn't had in months again. Takes in all the scents and sounds before the man takes one step back, then another before he drops into a stance. His knees bend only slightly at first, sword held up mere inches from his face as his left hand reaches out, palm held upward.
And then, like a snake, he strikes out.
One strike, he dashes forward for a second, blade singing through the air as he spins on his feet, jumping up and swinging the strange sword upward and vertically. Beams of bluish light shoot before him in three different directions. Yet they don't stop; he twists in midair; dark energy playing at the tips of his fingers as a flash of white hair slips out of the hood. Fingers curl as the dark clings to his arm, hand drawing back to his waist before he twists it outward and forward. The floor is singed before he even lands; he doesn't so much as fall as he does slowly descend.
"Alright, that should be enough for the day," the lab tech calls from the safety of the observation panel. The man takes a few more breaths before straightening, lowering the hood and heaving a sigh. Because feeling that familiar hum, being able smell those around him again. It's like going home again.
"What were the stability levels?" He asks, fighting to keep his voice even; still riding on the high of an energy that he'd been longing to make his own again for so long; for so long...
He doesn't notice right away if he draws an audience beyond the lab techs, but when he does, he dismisses the blade in the same black mist and moves to the entrance. If they look terrified, he'll give them a slightly concerned look. "You alright, there? You look pale."
Ever the salty healer, he guesses.
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