Open RP.
Faint, barely audible ocean tides washed calmly through the air, accompanying the slight jingle of keys as the teen finally closed up the bakery, the place he had earned a small job since returning to Destiny Islands a few months prior to that night. It was dark; he hadn’t realized the time go by while he had been cleaning up the kitchen. The chill, tropical air brushed against his skin as he left the still warm shop to return home.
Riku sighed. He loved his island home; but he couldn’t shake the old spark in the pit of his being that yearned for the unknown, a thing he had both pleasant and dark experiences with before returning back here with his best friend Sora.
He still held the power to call upon his Keyblade, but there had been no reason to use the weapon; not that he wished heartless or other dark creatures upon this world- no, he had had enough of that Darkness to last a lifetime.
He shook himself of those thoughts, rolling his neck to relieve the tension that came with those unpleasant memories.The teen turned at a bend in the road, letting his thoughts wander once more.
For a moment he didn’t notice her; standing just beyond the dim light, standing in the shadows. She literally looked like someone had placed her there, like a chess piece out of place on a different board game all together; and Riku stopped, his eyebrows knitted together softly. He couldn’t tell who she was, and his instincts told him to keep his guard up.“Hey, who are you?” He called after a moment, standing his ground.
“I smell… the ocean,” Xion murmured to herself, breathing in the salty night air.
The memory brought her back— back to a time where she often came to a certain island seeking answers and solace when she was still a nobody. The corners of her mouth tugged up in a small smile, suddenly remember why it was that she launched herself from world to world. The smell of the sea brought a sense of familiarity to her, and it was comforting.
She resolved herself to turn around and begin her search for anything suspicious when a scuffle rang out through the air. She had let her attention slip too far into reminiscence, and had not noticed that she was being approached. Realizing her foolish mistake, she turned on her heels, mentally preparing herself to either defend why she was out roaming so late, or make a break for it. Sauntering forward lightly, she braced herself— when a voice drifted past her ears.
She paused for a moment, the tone recognizable. Squinting deftly through the darkenss, she tried to make out the figure that approached her. She straightened her posture, speaking cautiously.
“My name is Xion,” she returned. She doubted that would hold any significance, but nonetheless, she held her ground.
(Source: xionthepuppet)
