[When darkness took him, he expected it all to end. After all, Real Thing won. More like steamrolled him, really. Even with his darkness (darkness that the real Riku probably feared), even with the power he drained from Zexion, he failed. But that was fine. Inevitable, even. After all, he was just the imitation. Good riddance, right?
Riku told him that his heart would end up in the same place as his, though the Replica doubted it. Even now that he's regained consciousness, he still doubts this is what he meant. After all, waking up in some weird room with an overly eager creampuff that says "culu" a million times a minute? Yeah, no. If it weren't for the lingering soreness in his body, he would've called it a dream.
But nope, it's real, for better or worse, and as he storms through the ruined city, he wears an unwavering scowl on his face. His hands remain fixed into gloved fists. Gloved because, without his darkness, he's left with Riku's clothes, completely unarmed with some annoying monster thing trailing after him. Even then, he ignores the cries of:]
Heeeey, wait up, you dummy! You're doing this partner thing all wrong!
[The voice in question belongs to a perky Veemon who's toddling after him with a pout. They make it to the edge of the ruined Tokyo Tower before he finally stops and sneers at his tagalong.]
Look, if you want a partner that bad, can't just you find a new one?
[Someone may want to inform him how this Chosen Child thing works.]
Power Problems:
[Having successfully escaped his Veemon for the time being, the Replica now finds himself in the midst of an angry Kunemon swarm.
Electric bugs... He glares at the sight, reminded way too much of Larxene, if she became one of those Digimon-things. Left without his Soul Eater, he's forced to rely on other means of combat...
Specifically, a stick. Unfortunately, prodding electric insects tends to make sparks fly. In the midst of his attack, the bugs rear their heads back and shoot electrical blasts straight at his chest, and he tumbles back into a pile of rubble.
Really, at this rate, he's going to need a babysitter. Darn kids, so stubborn these days.]
Riku Replica | Kingdom Hearts
Riku told him that his heart would end up in the same place as his, though the Replica doubted it. Even now that he's regained consciousness, he still doubts this is what he meant. After all, waking up in some weird room with an overly eager creampuff that says "culu" a million times a minute? Yeah, no. If it weren't for the lingering soreness in his body, he would've called it a dream.
But nope, it's real, for better or worse, and as he storms through the ruined city, he wears an unwavering scowl on his face. His hands remain fixed into gloved fists. Gloved because, without his darkness, he's left with Riku's clothes, completely unarmed with some annoying monster thing trailing after him. Even then, he ignores the cries of:]
Heeeey, wait up, you dummy! You're doing this partner thing all wrong!
[The voice in question belongs to a perky Veemon who's toddling after him with a pout. They make it to the edge of the ruined Tokyo Tower before he finally stops and sneers at his tagalong.]
Look, if you want a partner that bad, can't just you find a new one?
[Someone may want to inform him how this Chosen Child thing works.]
Power Problems:
[Having successfully escaped his Veemon for the time being, the Replica now finds himself in the midst of an angry Kunemon swarm.
Electric bugs... He glares at the sight, reminded way too much of Larxene, if she became one of those Digimon-things. Left without his Soul Eater, he's forced to rely on other means of combat...
Specifically, a stick. Unfortunately, prodding electric insects tends to make sparks fly. In the midst of his attack, the bugs rear their heads back and shoot electrical blasts straight at his chest, and he tumbles back into a pile of rubble.
Really, at this rate, he's going to need a babysitter. Darn kids, so stubborn these days.]