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[ Riku disappears first. Vanished in her sleep, in the middle of the night, collapsing in on herself in a shimmer of starlights. This isn't like last time. No warnings, no chances to say goodbye, no hesitation or resistance. She just isn't there.
Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.
Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.
Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.
Things aren't the same for every world.
Things go better than expected.
The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.
Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.
They've been gone two months. ]
Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.
Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.
Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.
Things aren't the same for every world.
Things go better than expected.
The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.
Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.
They've been gone two months. ]

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[waddup, smol Riku. your presence is much more sensible than what happened in the game, but Axel's still a little surprised.]
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[ She's going to be really pissed if it's something dumb like another game came out and there's a new threat or something. She looks supremely Done with this entire story. At the 'hi' she does turn around to see the smolku.
The replica gives him a little wave and crosses her arms. She's in normal, casual clothes, and looks very interested in whatever else he has to say. ]
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[i mean it's sort of that, so. he very vaguely remembers about the girl Repliku who was around when he first got to the dressing room, but that was ages and ages ago, and this isn't quite the same.]
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What?
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[one of many things that he was almost certainly shouting vaguely about from inside his blanket fort of secrecy. Axel lives such a weird meta existence compared to you canon people.]
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[ What the fuck is happening. She really thought things were finished. ]
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[clearly he should've saved this for later, even though it is pretty important. he's gonna steer Riku over to the couch and sit down on one end, facing the other end so they can talk.]
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Do you want me to at least introduce you first?
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[the games are increasingly stupid, he's finding. they're good for a general layout of what happened but not a lot more than that. he is interested in how this other Riku came to be, he's just also a dumbass.]
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[ Because why would Riku think the replica in the games wasn't also given a body? She gestures to the replica. ]
You know who she is.
[ Then she looks at the replica, and gestures to Axel. ]
This is Axel. He's kind of one of the doubles I told you about, but he's... different. Not from the same kind of world. There's a hyena in there, too, but I guess he's less excited to see me than last time.
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[ It's hazy. Feelings, mostly. Unclear memories. Nothing solid enough to grasp. She just sort of gives another little salute-wave, because what. ]
What makes more sense?
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[he has to think for a second. also while he's distracted, if Riku's paying attention, his eyes go gold for a second in acknowledgement, sorry smolku if that's jarring.]
I think the easiest explanation is that these games are kid-friendly, and also all of the boy versions of Riku are idiots sometimes. Ri's a good example, actually. What happened in the game was that you-
[he points at smolku.]
Were inside of Riku for that fight in the maze, and kind of ejected yourself from her- him, and punched the heart or whatever out of the dark version and left the empty replica body behind for... Nami, I think is where it went. It was dumb and didn't make sense.
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So I guess other yous just don't stop me?
[ Riku shrugs helplessly, because fuck if she knows how boy-hers work, but she looks somewhat disturbed by this information. ]
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[he has to think again, and runs a hand distractedly through his hair. i could just handwave the explanation, but it's good to make Axel use his brain.]
I guess the short version is that time travel is horrible and bad. The longer version is that there was this person back before the first keyblade war called the Master of Masters, who wrote down a bunch of prophecies and then disappeared, leaving these five foretellers behind who had copies of the prophecies, and then a sixth person who had a page that had been removed from all the prophecy books who was just supposed to keep an eye on things, I think.
[with him so far? the next text wall will be bigger and will almost certainly skip some bits, but we may as well get it over with now.]
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[ What the hell is going on. Why does Axel get to know all of this stuff? ]
I'm not sure you should be telling us all of this, but at this point I guess I don't care. Especially if some people aren't even alive in those other versions. You're sure this happened in our world too?
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[because it's funny, and because someone has to. actually blame Tanya, i think she had Kai show Axel the first game, and it was all downhill from there.]
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[ That's suspicious. Why Xigbar, though? ]
So she time-traveled?
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[there, and he didn't even remember to explain about Larxene and Marluxia coming from keyblade wielders, or Ven being like a hundred years old, which is fine because that has no bearing on this current topic.]
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So is it time travel, or has she been claiming vessels for... what, hundreds of years?
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[which is a subject everyone here is familiar with, intimately. this is doing a lot for Axel's ego, being able to be the one who actually knows stuff for once, but also he wants to give Riku more hugs, since he stressed her out.]
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The replica looks a little more tolerant of the amount of bullshit being revealed, probably because she hasn't been in and out of the DR and this is all wild to her anyway. She crosses her arms and leans back against the couch. ]
So what do they want? What's the point of all of that?
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[he shrugs, and reaches over to pat the top of Riku's head sympathetically.]
Sorry for dropping all that on you when you just got back, but it seemed pretty important. Not that you can do anything about it right now, though.
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[ The replica stares at her for that part. ]
I guess keep an eye out and tell me if another game shows up. We can use it as a warning.
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[Rikuuuuuuu he missed you. there are practically little hearts radiating from him. but he's also really interested in the replica now. is she gonna get her own apartment? will she have a different name or is this another Riku to add to the confusion? ????]
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