[Permavoice - Screened from all known baddies/The Organization/Paixao natives]

[shout_geronimo]

[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]

Comments

[shout_geronimo]

Trouble. Brilliant trouble.

So we're all walking through memories in this place? They've done a good job of it. I've never seen a place of memories that's been done so realistically before, and I've seen a lot in my time. ANd really, if this place is full of memories, than this city had to have come from somewhere. But maybe the people here are prisoners, just as we are. Actually, as prisons go, torture and experimentation aside, it's a pretty nice prison.

He might listen to me. We spoke on civil terms. I'll see if I can get an appointment.

[halfdarkened]

I guess that's nothing new.

It's realistic all right. As real as you remember. Sora met so many friends. ...I encountered people I once allied myself with. As brief as those exchanges were, they acted right.

...Prisons are what you make of them. I've never been a fan of being trapped anywhere.

Sounds good. Tell me when it is. I'll wait outside, just in case the mayor wants to see someone else who will help. And I want to know as soon as I can how it went.

[shout_geronimo]

Maybe it is. I think we could all use something new, don't you?

And I've met myself. That's not unheard of, but I don't remember being here before. That's weird.

I like the way you think, Riku.

I will. I'll just have to ask him when we can speak. He didn't seem very happy about us doing nothing to help; this might get some of us on his good side.

[halfdarkened]

A way out would sure be nice.

"You" as in a general "you." Though I doublt you'll meet yourself unless the Organization makes Replicas. The only "me" I met was something independent from the castle's little tricks. I went through worlds in Sora's memories last time I was here, but I never saw myself except for that Replica.

Big as it is, I still don't like being trapped in this castle, either. Not being allowed to leave the city helps.

Or at least take steps in the right direction.

[shout_geronimo]

I'm all over it.

Oh, no, my younger self's running about here. He's been longer than I have. Tall, skinny, sticky-up brown hair, not too fond of fezzes, sadly. Oh, well. Can't win 'em all.

Oh, definitely. I'm not fond of being trapped, and this place, nice as it looks at first glance, isn't helping.

Hopefully. Hope's always good.

Gooood, was waiting for Riku to wonder about the Doctors.

[halfdarkened]

Me too.

Younger self? ...Hold on, him? So you both really did mean THE Doctor, not A Doctor. How can he be a younger you? He doesn't even look like you.

Second glance and third don't help either.

... [He doesn't even reply verbally to that one.]

[shout_geronimo]

Yep! Spoken to him, have you? Sorry, I'm a bit rude. And not ginger. Always wanted to be ginger!

You're right, they don't. But those glances are still helping.

[halfdarkened]

...Ginger?

[Riku just groans here.]

[shout_geronimo]

Yeah! Always wanted to be ginger. I was blond a few times, though.

What's the matter? Are you sick?

[halfdarkened]

...Hair. Right.

No, just... Nevermind.

[shout_geronimo]

Oi! Different regeneration, different hair. Pay attention.

[halfdarkened]

Regeneration? You didn't explain that one yet.

[shout_geronimo]

Haven't I?

[halfdarkened]

No. Explain please. [The "please" is said firmly rather than politely.]

[shout_geronimo]

Maybe later. [nnnnnot the best idea to talk about that on one of these posts, after all]

[halfdarkened]

It's later. [Not that Riku knows.]

I'm going to hold you to that sometime.

[shout_geronimo]

Later than this.

Oh, are you? Good! I love hugs.

[halfdarkened]

...No. As I'm making sure you tell me later.

[shout_geronimo]

[pouty Doctor is pouty] But I like hugs.

[halfdarkened]

[What is this I don't even face] Great. Sora gives great hugs.

[shout_geronimo]

Oh, good! I like Sora. I need to meet him sometime.

[halfdarkened]

You two would get along.

[shout_geronimo]

We have gotten along, on the occasions we've spoken.

[halfdarkened]

...I'll make sure you actually meet up later.

[shout_geronimo]

How is he? How are you, for that matter? [paternal voice is go]