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realityshifted2014-10-15 10:23 pm
darkercalling) wrote in realityshifted2014-10-15 10:23 pm
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07 ↔ duality
// scenario 01 - the angel //
[Riku found his first lookalike very quickly - and it was so intent on taking him out that he almost didn't have time to react. Almost.
No sooner had Riku declared the thing a fake than it came rushing at him, expertly swinging a mechanical sword comparable to Riku's own. Riku can easily guard, but every retaliation he makes has been met with the same effortless defense. When he attacks with light, the other cancels with darkness. It doesn't matter if he tries to play unpredictable. It isn't working.
They've been at this for a while now - back and forth, blow for blow, equally matched and equally as stubborn. Neither one is backing down, but neither can seem to get the upper hand, either. It's like they can predict each other perfectly - and that's exactly the problem.
This doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon, especially if there's nothing to break this seemingly perfect balance of powers.]
// scenario 02 - the shadow //
[It isn't until much later that he finds another source of trouble that looks just like him. ... At least this one has clothes. In fact, he's dressed just like him, cloak and everything. He is missing one thing, though - theaviators blindfold. It makes it all the easier to notice those golden eyes that all but glow with some sort of malice behind them.
Riku isn't impressed. He just wants this over with.]
I didn't think I was that popular.
[He stands straighter, lookshimself the double over like he's sizing him up, seeing if he's even worth any effort.]
Let me guess, you want to beat me and take over my life, too?
[The other Riku smiles - a twisted, insincere thing - and laughs at the notion. He takes a single step closer. It would be more menacing, maybe, if Riku really understood the situation.]
Yeah, right. Like I'm some fake trying to be the real me.
[He cocks his head to the side, yellow eyes watching carefully.... and infuriatingly knowingly.]
No. I am you. There's a difference.
[And the only answer Riku cares to give is to go ahead and draw his blade, metal and gears clicking into place as he readies himself for what he's already assuming will be just another hell of a fight.]
(( OoC: Pick your poison and have at it. ♥ ))
[Riku found his first lookalike very quickly - and it was so intent on taking him out that he almost didn't have time to react. Almost.
No sooner had Riku declared the thing a fake than it came rushing at him, expertly swinging a mechanical sword comparable to Riku's own. Riku can easily guard, but every retaliation he makes has been met with the same effortless defense. When he attacks with light, the other cancels with darkness. It doesn't matter if he tries to play unpredictable. It isn't working.
They've been at this for a while now - back and forth, blow for blow, equally matched and equally as stubborn. Neither one is backing down, but neither can seem to get the upper hand, either. It's like they can predict each other perfectly - and that's exactly the problem.
This doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon, especially if there's nothing to break this seemingly perfect balance of powers.]
// scenario 02 - the shadow //
[It isn't until much later that he finds another source of trouble that looks just like him. ... At least this one has clothes. In fact, he's dressed just like him, cloak and everything. He is missing one thing, though - the
Riku isn't impressed. He just wants this over with.]
I didn't think I was that popular.
[He stands straighter, looks
Let me guess, you want to beat me and take over my life, too?
[The other Riku smiles - a twisted, insincere thing - and laughs at the notion. He takes a single step closer. It would be more menacing, maybe, if Riku really understood the situation.]
Yeah, right. Like I'm some fake trying to be the real me.
[He cocks his head to the side, yellow eyes watching carefully.... and infuriatingly knowingly.]
No. I am you. There's a difference.
[And the only answer Riku cares to give is to go ahead and draw his blade, metal and gears clicking into place as he readies himself for what he's already assuming will be just another hell of a fight.]
(( OoC: Pick your poison and have at it. ♥ ))