The Show There has to be something else. [He's begging, pleading with the fae, a script clutched in his hand and a look of utter discomfort on his face.] I-- no, I'll take any other role, I just don't want to be in this play as--
[He pauses, frantic in his quick skimming of the pages he has in hand.]
Maleficent's son. That's not even how the story goes. Just-- wait--
[The fae, nose stuck in a different script, turns a deaf ear towards Riku, hurrying off to talk to the cast of an entirely different production, leaving Riku to practice his lines in absolute distress.]
The Curse [It was only a matter of time before Riku's patience ran out, honestly. He's been trying to be respectful with the fae. He's been trying to go through proper channels, to request an audience, to plead his case... but in the end, the mix of memories and seeing someone dressed as the dark, vengeful fairy scolding him for being a rebellious teenager hurting his poor mother by chasing after a human princess--
Well, he could only keep himself contained for so long.
Which is how, with a single snapped out judgement on how stupid the story is and how Maleficent was not nice in any way shape or form... well.
Let's just say the fae didn't take too kindly to that.
So just a few days into this madness, anyone else who might be trying to duck away into the park to escape the chaos of the stage will be able to find a tall, lanky kirin with way, way too much hair and far too many points growing out of his head trying his best to figure out how to balance and move on four legs.
At the very least, he seems to have mastered standing up. Taking more than a few steps at a time, however, causes everything to come crashing down in mess of mane, limbs, and antlers.]
The Walk of Shame [Trying to teleport home had not gone as planned. He'd tried to move into the shadows, to step from the park to his apartment only to feel like he was slowly being squeezed by a metal net, jabbed by dozen cattle prods.
In the end, he's hauling his aching, longlonglong bones up from the grass, ducking his head and asking one of the fey to possibly help him get his script and clothes in a bag before starting the long, embarrassing walk of shame from the park to his apartment.
At the very least, everyone not on the app should just figure he's some weird Great Dane or socialized deer sheepishly limping his way through the city.
And hopefully no one on the app will be around to witness a kirin walking down the sidewalk looking like he wants the ground to just open up and swallow him whole.]
Riku Sekido | Kingdom Hearts | OTA
There has to be something else. [He's begging, pleading with the fae, a script clutched in his hand and a look of utter discomfort on his face.] I-- no, I'll take any other role, I just don't want to be in this play as--
[He pauses, frantic in his quick skimming of the pages he has in hand.]
Maleficent's son. That's not even how the story goes. Just-- wait--
[The fae, nose stuck in a different script, turns a deaf ear towards Riku, hurrying off to talk to the cast of an entirely different production, leaving Riku to practice his lines in absolute distress.]
The Curse
[It was only a matter of time before Riku's patience ran out, honestly. He's been trying to be respectful with the fae. He's been trying to go through proper channels, to request an audience, to plead his case... but in the end, the mix of memories and seeing someone dressed as the dark, vengeful fairy scolding him for being a rebellious teenager hurting his poor mother by chasing after a human princess--
Well, he could only keep himself contained for so long.
Which is how, with a single snapped out judgement on how stupid the story is and how Maleficent was not nice in any way shape or form... well.
Let's just say the fae didn't take too kindly to that.
So just a few days into this madness, anyone else who might be trying to duck away into the park to escape the chaos of the stage will be able to find a tall, lanky kirin with way, way too much hair and far too many points growing out of his head trying his best to figure out how to balance and move on four legs.
At the very least, he seems to have mastered standing up. Taking more than a few steps at a time, however, causes everything to come crashing down in mess of mane, limbs, and antlers.]
The Walk of Shame
[Trying to teleport home had not gone as planned. He'd tried to move into the shadows, to step from the park to his apartment only to feel like he was slowly being squeezed by a metal net, jabbed by dozen cattle prods.
In the end, he's hauling his aching, longlonglong bones up from the grass, ducking his head and asking one of the fey to possibly help him get his script and clothes in a bag before starting the long, embarrassing walk of shame from the park to his apartment.
At the very least, everyone not on the app should just figure he's some weird Great Dane or socialized deer sheepishly limping his way through the city.
And hopefully no one on the app will be around to witness a kirin walking down the sidewalk looking like he wants the ground to just open up and swallow him whole.]