Rosie

Name: Riku Age: 15. (If it's in BBS's timeline totally, I'll change it. But playing a five year old would be tricky.) Appearence: (RosieislazyandonheriPodTouchbutI'msureyouprobablyknowalready.) Bio: Riku is Riku. (/shot) Okay, well, he grew up on the Destiny Islands with his friends Sora and Kairi, but succumbed to the darkness in an attempt to gain a load of power and to escape the islands and see other worlds. Bleh.

Raiden raised his eyebrows, but didn't rush to correct her- after all, maybe it was better letting her go on believing it had just been an outside attack. Will passed them as he headed to the portal, glancing briefly at Eliza and noting she seemed to not be fatally wounded, pretty much what he had pictured. He didn't stop to ask what had happened, if s'Arina had gotten away- in fact, he only spoke just as he entered the portal, not bothering to look back. "Knew you'd get out JUST in time for MY damn shift." Will didn't wait for any reply before he went through.

"But... what if you... what if it happens again?!" Raiden continued to ask, voice raising in volume, as he shifted his weight onto his knees and got to his feet, ignoring the faint twinge in his injured arm as he did so. Will had sat himself in the entrance to the cave, out of the way, right after Eliza had left. He'd managed to doze off up until that point, when Raiden's raised voice woke him up. Picking himself up, not quite sure of the time but figuring it was about time he started his shift anyway, judging by how much his body was aching from sleeping for a while in an awkward position, sitting propped up as he had been. Since he already had his cloak with him- he'd been sitting on it while he was asleep- he didn't have to go back for it.

Jake pushed himself to his feet, swaying uncertainly on the spot for a moment as his head spun- he'd stood up too fast. "Fine. Go back to your moping," he retorted, turning and stalking off. He got a good distance away before he realised his hands were empty, and stomped back to retrieve his bag.

"You're going back tomorrow?" Raiden looked at her with utter disbelief, not bothering to try and stand up as well. He touched his palms to the ground like he was about to get up, but didn't put any real pressure on them or shift his weight in the slightest. "After what happened today, shouldn't you take a break from this stuff?"

Raiden stared at her for a moment, incredulous. Then, he snorted, covering his mouth and trying to mask the laugh that was threatening to burst out of him. "Do I look like I have a watch? Even if I wore one- which would be stupid, since time passes differently back home anyway- wouldn't it get broken, with how much I get thrown around?"

"You went completely ape-shi-" Raiden started to say, then tried to correct himself. After all, if she couldn't remember, there was no point in being stupidly tactless. "Um. You had... a bit of a problem. You went kind of nuts and some creepy spirit told me to bring you back here before you got worse."

"It's not like it can kill me." Raiden smirked, shaking his head. "It'll be fine after a while. And I probably should be asking you that." He turned, cradling his arm against his side.

"I never knew messengers could get screwed with just by being in our realm," Raiden commented, not looking at her, but instead at his arm. Scorch marks ran along it, healing as they reached his shoulder, but still apparent against the pale skin. He wasn't healing as fast now he was out of the Netherworld, but they didn't hurt. He supposed it was his comeuppance for messing with lightning too much, even if they would fade soon. He was less bothered by the injury itself, more concerned with how scruffy it made his right arm look in comparison to his left. Though, were he able to glance in a mirror, the dirt on his face would have bothered him a whole lot more.

(...He's skinny, sure.... xDD) Raiden squatted down slightly so he could put Eliza down, trying not to knock her too hard in case he woke her up and she went psycho or something- even though her original clothes were back, he half expected her to leap at him, laughing, and try and strangle him. Okay, he was just paranoid, but... He plonked himself down on the floor, sitting a few feet away, between her and the portal. Silly as it was, Raiden didn't want to just leave her there- after all, if he'd been strong (or stupid) enough and wandered through the portal, someone else could have and dragged her right back through.

Name: Sebastian Age: 16 Gender: Male Side: Lost. Weapon: Powers: Can manipulate shadows and such, using them to trap people/attack/hide. Other than that, is only stronger and faster than average, really. Appearance: Pale, with messy, kind of shaggy black hair that falls into his eyes and reaches halfway down the back of his neck. He sometimes ties up the back if he isn't going to be running around or fighting, since he doesn't want to be spending time in a tense situation, fussing over whether the tie is staying in his hair. Dark grey eyes- so much that the pupil practically blends in with the iris. Tall, with a slim but still quite strong frame. He tends to dress in dark clothes, with little detail but a lot of layers- for example, he'd wear a T-shirt underneath a shirt, underneath his leather jacket which he loves and I expect will get torn up very quickly due to his fighting style... Bio: No one really too fancy- you could consider him a generic one of the Lost, so to speak. His older sister stole him away from his parents when he was still a toddler, and he was brought up as one of them. When she first took him, Sebastian was very gullible and naiive- though they soon beat that out of him.

(You're meeting my little brother at the pub? :'D) Raiden made a grumbling sigh, then headed for the portal. "I have to go back to him sometime, you know. He's going to notice I'm not around, and since I can't die, he's going to come looking for me," he complained aloud, even though he still thought Eliza to be unconscious. His hair was falling into his eyes and was starting to irritate the hell out of him, but he couldn't push it out of the way without dropping her. He tried flicking his head, but it didn't work, and, if anything, made the bangs settle even more annoyingly over his face.

Raiden hesitated for a long moment. "I just... hate this half life. And I kind of feel like I got cheated out of having a life in the first place- I mean, if it weren't for all this screwed up death stuff, I'd probably be healthy by now. And, more importantly, alive."

Catching Eliza, Raiden went to head for the portal they'd entered the realm through earlier, but paused. "Wait. My question first. You could just close the stupid portal, for all I know." He hitched Eliza higher up in his arms, trying to get used to the weight. "If..." he kept hesitating, stumbling over his words and searching for the right way to put it. "Is there... ever a way that people who've... not passed on like me... Could I ever be alive again? Properly?"

"I... Are you saying I hit like a girl?! I bet I hit harder than you!" Raiden snapped back, before groaning and telling himself to pull it together. Getting het up about the slightests of digs wasn't going to help anything- especially the fact he was missing the entire point of what she was saying. Irritated, he tried again, hissing another string of apologies even though he knew Eliza probably wouldn't care if he said it or not.

"...I'll ask afterwards, because I guess I probably can't be trusted, right...?" Raiden bit his lip, but headed over to Eliza, slightly wary. Darting towards her, he smacked out at a pressure point in her neck, apologising even before he moved to knock her out.

Raiden subconciously hugged his stomach, nodding and glancing from Eliza to Scarecrow. "Infecting them, huh... If I knock her out for you, will you answer something for me? It's just... something that's been bothering me." He bowed his head, turning ashamed as he thought of what would happen if any of his family were witnessing... well, any of this. He was supposed to be helping them, stopping the messengers... But, he was too interested in the answer.

Confused, Raiden stood there awkwardly, completely unsure of what was going on with her and what to do- until he heard Scarecrow and turned on his heel, glaring suspiciously and raising his dagger, pointing it at Scarecrow. Realising it looked kind of pathetic- using it like a sword only emphasised how small it was- he lowered his arm, glancing back at Eliza. "...What's up with her?" he asked, not even bothering to try and question Scarecrow on his being there. "I'm not knocking her out for no reason, knowing my luck, she'll get brain damage or something."

"...I don't think she's coming back, you know," Raiden commented, cringing at how obvious he sounded. "Don't waste your energy, idiot..." He studiously started cleaning his blade on the edge of his shirt, scrubbing uselessly at the dried blood and mud strewn across it, getting more frustrated the more he tried and carried on making no difference.

Urgh, that's so unfair... How can she take hits like that and just brush it off?! Raiden thought, still maintaining the distance between himself at the fight. Believing s'Arina would be too busy focusing on Eliza and her summons, he sent a burst of lightning at her. After what had happened when he'd thrown his dagger, he didn't really want a repeat act of that. (Sorry- I've been at an... attitude adjustment camp thing with my cousin. He drove us into town today, but I'm not around much...)

"Be careful!" Raiden yelled at her, squatting to tug his dagger out of where it had landed in the dirt. "Last time you summoned big stuff, you passed out, remember?" He almost ran and attacked s'Arina, but the Folk made him reconsider and keep his distance- he didn't trust his luck, and knew if he ran at s'Arina the Folk would probably hit him along the way.

Raiden turned, at first confused and shocked, but his mouth set into a grimace when he caught sight of Eliza properly. Stumbling and swaying a little as he got back to his feet, he dropped his hand from the wound. It stung, but he knew he wasn't going to go and leak blood everywhere since it had healed enough by that point. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest- although whether it was really happening or whether he was just remembering how it felt, he didn't know. "Eliza... I told you not to come back," he scolded, but he couldn't hide how grateful he really as she'd been there to stop the attack.

Will clenched his fists, holding back the urge to swear at her or do something stupid like go after her. He turned, storming away- only stopping close to the exit of the cave, and with an angry yell swinging his arm back and punching the cave wall. "...You're all idiots,"" he hissed, not even noticing his knuckle split and start to bleed. Raiden didn't quite realise what s'Arina was going to do- and didn't have the time to get out of the way. Clutching the wound the blade had created with his left hand, he grit his teeth and decided to bear it until he healed. Throwing his right arm out towards her, he sent lightning crackling through the air, crying out in pain as his arm struggled with the current.

Will raised a hand to his smarting cheek, startled for a moment, before he cleared his throat and pulled himself together. "You're going back?! You'll get yourself killed!!" he yelled at her, forcibly grabbing her arm and trying to yank her back, away from the portal. Defenceless, Raiden could only move out of the way the best he could- throwing himself to the side and rolling hard against the ground. Instead of making it close to his weapon like he'd hoped, he still wasn't anywhere near close enough to make a dash foor the thing.

Zack snorted. "It's not like we have a hat anyway. But thanks for trying-- even though I'm not that tired... just physically worn out. Which is kinda the same thing... I don't know. Guess that's what I get for trying to interfere with my idiot brother, though, huh?"