Discreet Birthday, go!

[acceptedoblivion]

Characters: Riku Replica (Ira) and YOU!
Where: Aqures Ixen, Hospital, Training Hall, and B-06
When: Sept 9th
Summary: It's his third birthday, and he isn't sure if it's right if he should celebrate or not with what's happened and still happening. Thus, ignoring the significance of the date and job hunting of both varieties.
Warning: None (yet)


Prologue
At first as he tried to ignore what day it was, but the image of the computer terminal with not just his own data, but every single person who’d been brought to the Tower kept popping back in his mind as the morning went by.

Name: Numberless Vessel
Date of Creation: Sep. 9, year unknown
Greatest Fears: Loss of individuality, loss of control, discovery, itself.
Ira grimaced at the memory, shaking his head as he headed out for the day. A part of him still didn’t want to believe it, but what better a thing to taunt him with then the truth? It certainly would have been up Jason’s alley. The jerk.

Hospital, Crystallized Heroes Wing
He made absolutely sure that Lin was with him before going to the hospital. After hearing how insane the security had become, it was like a ritual they both did together every Friday. Ira would leave a single seashell by each of those from his worlds and the Tower--a habit he had picked up from his sister--for every week they remained in stasis, then leave and hope to all that was dark and bitter that the security didn’t get trigger happy this time. Leaving any other visitors to their own business, he started to leave his weekly collection of seashells by every single friend he’d made that had crystallized and didn’t vanish.Today, however, he lingered for a few moments in front of Emmet Brown, then Sora, and finally Ventus, before stopping at Meteor’s crystallized form.

“With how the Calamity’s spreading, I don’t know how many more of these I’ll be able to leave from now on...” he muttered, fully aware they couldn’t hear him. So really, the next part as he placed the shell next to the other’s form was for him alone. “Sorry I couldn’t gather any from the Islands, or what was left of it.”

Why did it have to be there instead?

Training Hall
Like with any day that he needed to stop thinking of something that was bugging him, he went to the training hall to practice his less-familiar skills. Especially with October around the corner. Him and October never truly got along well. Then again, neither did he and December, February, April, or June. October was one of the worst offenders, however--especially after last year.

He had no idea what the world had in store for them, but he planned to be ready for it. Thus he can be found practicing a few spells that were both familiar yet not, as Red Mage somehow used a few spells he’d learned from his Terra differently. Muscle memory and Job instruction were not quite agreeing with him, especially with this dainty excuse of a sword.

B-06 (Locked to Saori)
Man, what a morning. After sending in his application at a few item shops around town, the brief trip to the hospital, and then the training hall, he was exhausted (and a bit smelly). So, he decided to head home for a moment. Both his housemates were likely out doing their own thing, so he’d maybe find a moment to himself.

So, after a quick shower, he let himself flop on his bed back-first. Shirtless. It’s not like he was expecting anyone, after all!

...He’s going to be glad he at least changed into a decent pair of (clean) pants that somehow still fit him after the growth spurt, isn’t he.


Around the Town (Aqures Ixen)
Eventually, he decided it was likely a good idea to get Lin to stop pestering him to do something today to celebrate at least make something to celebrate someone’s return from Crystal Stasis. So, he’s first off to the library with a notepad and pen, looking up both fish recipes and a few vegetarian options for the resident monk of the house. After which, he’ll leave to buy the ingredients he needs. Hopefully without either one catching wind of him doing something nice for a change. That’s the last thing he needs them to know, clearly.

B-06 again (Locked to Minato Arisato, Aang)
After hours of preparations, looking up recipes, and finding a few he (hoped) that the others would like… his attempt to make an edible dinner out of something that wasn’t oatmeal and biowaste seemed to finally take shape into something at least decent. The fact that nothing burned and that he’d remembered to debone the fish was something he was proud of. With the vegetable dumplings, grilled fish, and some coconut milk. Now, hopefully, both of the others liked it.

If anything there was that Japanese-style cheesecake… No way was he going to finish that on his own.

Epilogue, Sep. 10th
And then, with the mail being delivered for the day, there is the sound of David Gallagher (or Mamoru Miyano) cursing loudly.

Comments

B-06

[needsteaplz]

Just when Ira was about to relax he would've a knock at the window. No, not pebbles being tossed at the glass but an actual knock.

That was when Saori's head popped into view from above. Yes, freerunning was the fastest way to get from her house to his, but it made for lousy normal entrances. Oh sure she could've just jumped down to the front door but where was the fun in that? Instead she perched herself on the roof and popped in.

"Ira~ I'm glad you're here. Can I come in?"

Training Hall

[deadlyvu]

Lydia still practiced in the training hall herself, even if she was sure she was doing things wrong without proper instruction. But--she believed strongly in self-defense, and even if her teachers were in Crystal... She didn't want to disappoint Miss Armstrong OR Mr. Kenshin; she hoped they'd come back, sometime. (It was a painful feeling, hope.)

Headed there by bicycle, it's the one built by MarKus, rather than Manami's racing bike. Easier to handle tougher terrain, and she has her gear in a basket attached to the front and pannier bags on the back. Betel-Po is napping on top of the back too, as Lydia'd come straight from school.

A quick change, Betel-Po floating behind her, and Lydia was in her usual adventuring gear, rapier and dagger strapped on and ready to try and practice. Pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face, and Lydia was in much better spirits than when he'd seen her last. "Ira!" was the friendly call, a wave being given too as Lydia picked up her pace.