Homecoming (Open)

[cruxis]

Radiant Garden. It held many memories for Riddo, and it made him chuckle a bit weakly. As he sat alone on a roof top of one of the restored buildings of the area, he couldn't help but remark at all of the progress the restoration has done since he first left the world. He had quite a bit of adventures himself, but it's always nice to take a fine little break once in a while. He bit into a candy bar and sighed quietly, looking up into the sky.

"Hm...how long has it been since I was last here? It feels like I'm back in time, in a way. Silly me, sitting here all alone, pondering like a madman. Yet, what else could you do here?"
He lowered his head and looked into his hand. His growing abilities still made him a tad uneasy, and he still has no exact idea what he is, or what to do from here. Still, all he can do is explore and see if anything come up. Riddo dropped down to the street below and went on his way...

[rox]

Roxas had been aiming for Twilight Town. When he opened the portal, he wanted to go to the place most special to him, but someplace else tugged at him. He'd never been to Radiant Garden that he could remember, but he knew from sifting through Sora's memories that he was born here.

There was an odd division that he'd picked up on in the dreamlike reality behind his Somebody's eyes, a Sora from before Hollow Bastion and a Sora from after, and something in between never quite melded even after Roxas rejoined him. Like because Roxas existed, or didn't, Sora was different somehow. He wasn't on his own, but he was at least that important. The thought was actually kind of exhilarating, or it would be if he could feel...though Roxas wasn't always sure if he couldn't. Axel said that it was possible to remember feeling one way and thinking he was experiencing it then, but Roxas had those moments before any of Sora's memories touched him. The frustrating, or would-be frustrating thing about it was that he couldn't be sure if he was pretending. Maybe I'm just so used to it that I don't know it's happening.

At any rate, the thing he wasn't faking was the dim memories of the Radiant Garden he'd never been to. He found himself walking past broken down houses and wondering what happened to the ones he thought would be there, spotting cracked cobblestone but finding it smooth in memory. None of it made any sense, but his memories were already so scrambled. There was already a Roxas who'd worked for the Organization and a Roxas who'd grown up with a Hayner, Pence, and Olette who never were. Couldn't there be another Roxas in between? After finding out all the things he had about himself, it almost couldn't surprise him if there was a whole other self who existed just past the reach of memory.

Someone hopping down almost directly in front of him nearly took his nose off and Roxas took a quick step back. "Watch it," he said without conviction. Suddenly he missed having a hood he could yank over his head and melt into the background with. It wasn't like the Organization was after him, but to Roxas it seemed that anyone who saw him might see that he was out of his place. A Nobody in their midst.