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		<title>Foxfirestorm at 19:52, 22 March 2013</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth isn't sure what Riku is about to do. Yet when they boy tells him to wait, he does, and when the boy reaches out for him. He doesn't fight back, though little was he ready for what was about to come.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge Magister soon found himself stepping into the void, into a place of memories. His eyes went over to Riku, but finding himself unable to move, realizing quickly at the sound of the voice that this-- this was indeed a place of memories. It had to be. He took in all the information given. The words being spoken to Riku.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge Magister wants to speak, to yell at the words to go away, yet no voice could be found in this. He wasn't even sure if Riku was the Riku before him. The one showing him this. Yet his hand extends out. His hand extends out as his eyes plead for his body to move, for him to /stop/ this madness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Powerless. So Powerless.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth then lowers his hand. He reminds himself. Memories. You can't change memories. You can only lock them away and hope no one finds the key. He just watches now. Stopping himself from trying. Stopping himself from even wanting to step out. Yet it was in his eyes. The anger of the words spoken, perhaps in some essence, these words he may believe himself, yet in some ways, these words he does not agree with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yet Gabranth wonders, who was the voice speaking about? Who was the one giving him something without a cost? It is a small wonder the Judge magister realizes that Riku shuns words and this makes Gabranth wonder if his own actions have continued to line up with his words, because this was something. This was something he understood.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then the final words come: 'Let go of your hopes boy' and Gabranth's eyes narrow, they almost flick from blue to gold right away, but he quickly calms himself. Having to remind himself. Memories.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then Gabranth watches the fight break out. His eyes narrow slightly in confusion. He isn't sure what to make of these details. Was that Riku? Who was he attacking? No. No. Something /was/ very wrong. It takes the Judge magister only a bit to realize it. To see it and he causes Gabranth to snarl his teeth tight and his hands clench up into fists. Control. Mind control. That voice. That voice was the key to this, wasn't it? That was the key to all this. All of Riku's mental state. Words, words that lead to a world's destruction. Words that pulled at a boy's desire. Words that..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Oh Riku..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This is indeed /not/ your fault..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then the Shadow Lords. He has heard of them. He knows of them and he starts to draw the connections here. He starts to draw them all together. The voices, the heartless, then this other voice... no.. this other voice was different. The words were.. different. The meaning, the feel.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His eyes narrow, this was crossed. Slipping across. The event coming forth were clashing. They didn't add up. They didn't make sense, at least not yet. At least not yet. He would figure this section out, but even when it came to an end, Gabranth was aware of /one/ very strong detail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku, Riku had been used by so many. He had been used by the Shadow Lords. They took his unknowning knowledge, they took his willingness, they took his desire, and turned it against him. They turned him-- against himself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; That is what Gabranth made of all this. That is what the Judge Magister could pick from the pieces in such a short moment, yet there was so much more. So much more that need to be analyzed. To understood.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; So when Riku when down on his knees, Gabranth followed the motion, only with as his knee impacted the ground, he pulled Riku into a tight embrace. He held Riku there, unless the youth pushed away. He held Riku in an almost brotherly way. Those blue eyes closed tight shut and he had no words. There was no words needing to be spoken.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he at last whispers, a voice of calmness and reassurance. &amp;quot;..thank you..&amp;quot; He would then loosen his arms, but keep them there if Riku desires it, then with a softer voice, as his blue eyes open. A guarding look, not one for Riku, but toward the world. To make sure none would come near. A older brother, protecting his younger brother. Yet he could not find any words to say. He could only hope for now, the actions spoke loud enough, because in actions-- is what Gabranth honestly knew how to speak and if Riku was to look, if he was look at Gabranth's face. He may find those eyes watching everything in a protective way and he may even find a hidden pain behind them, a pain of very deep contemplation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth isn't sure what Riku is about to do. Yet when they boy tells him to wait, he does, and when the boy reaches out for him. He doesn't fight back, though little was he ready for what was about to come.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge Magister soon found himself stepping into the void, into a place of memories. His eyes went over to Riku, but finding himself unable to move, realizing quickly at the sound of the voice that this-- this was indeed a place of memories. It had to be. He took in all the information given. The words being spoken to Riku.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge Magister wants to speak, to yell at the words to go away, yet no voice could be found in this. He wasn't even sure if Riku was the Riku before him. The one showing him this. Yet his hand extends out. His hand extends out as his eyes plead for his body to move, for him to /stop/ this madness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Powerless. So Powerless.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth then lowers his hand. He reminds himself. Memories. You can't change memories. You can only lock them away and hope no one finds the key. He just watches now. Stopping himself from trying. Stopping himself from even wanting to step out. Yet it was in his eyes. The anger of the words spoken, perhaps in some essence, these words he may believe himself, yet in some ways, these words he does not agree with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yet Gabranth wonders, who was the voice speaking about? Who was the one giving him something without a cost? It is a small wonder the Judge magister realizes that Riku shuns words and this makes Gabranth wonder if his own actions have continued to line up with his words, because this was something. This was something he understood.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then the final words come: 'Let go of your hopes boy' and Gabranth's eyes narrow, they almost flick from blue to gold right away, but he quickly calms himself. Having to remind himself. Memories.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then Gabranth watches the fight break out. His eyes narrow slightly in confusion. He isn't sure what to make of these details. Was that Riku? Who was he attacking? No. No. Something /was/ very wrong. It takes the Judge magister only a bit to realize it. To see it and he causes Gabranth to snarl his teeth tight and his hands clench up into fists. Control. Mind control. That voice. That voice was the key to this, wasn't it? That was the key to all this. All of Riku's mental state. Words, words that lead to a world's destruction. Words that pulled at a boy's desire. Words that..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Oh Riku..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This is indeed /not/ your fault..&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then the Shadow Lords. He has heard of them. He knows of them and he starts to draw the connections here. He starts to draw them all together. The voices, the heartless, then this other voice... no.. this other voice was different. The words were.. different. The meaning, the feel.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His eyes narrow, this was crossed. Slipping across. The event coming forth were clashing. They didn't add up. They didn't make sense, at least not yet. At least not yet. He would figure this section out, but even when it came to an end, Gabranth was aware of /one/ very strong detail.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku, Riku had been used by so many. He had been used by the Shadow Lords. They took his unknowning knowledge, they took his willingness, they took his desire, and turned it against him. They turned him-- against himself.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; That is what Gabranth made of all this. That is what the Judge Magister could pick from the pieces in such a short moment, yet there was so much more. So much more that need to be analyzed. To understood.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; So when Riku when down on his knees, Gabranth followed the motion, only with as his knee impacted the ground, he pulled Riku into a tight embrace. He held Riku there, unless the youth pushed away. He held Riku in an almost brotherly way. Those blue eyes closed tight shut and he had no words. There was no words needing to be spoken.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Then he at last whispers, a voice of calmness and reassurance. &amp;quot;..thank you..&amp;quot; He would then loosen his arms, but keep them there if Riku desires it, then with a softer voice, as his blue eyes open. A guarding look, not one for Riku, but toward the world. To make sure none would come near. A older brother, protecting his younger brother. Yet he could not find any words to say. He could only hope for now, the actions spoke loud enough, because in actions-- is what Gabranth honestly knew how to speak and if Riku was to look, if he was look at Gabranth's face. He may find those eyes watching everything in a protective way and he may even find a hidden pain behind them, a pain of very deep contemplation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Riku &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;Proxy&lt;/del&gt;]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;And.. that's it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You can only shove people away so hard. He had done that all his life. Pushed people away. Pushed himself into a corner. Pushed and pushed and eventually he just broke. And it didn't take the Shadow lords to do this. They never broke him though the echoing voice of dread nearly managed. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But Gabranth. Right now, did what they could not, and all the walls come tumbling down and Riku begins to sob. He clutched onto the Judge Magister for a long few moments. Finally his strength returns and there is a flash of embarrassment and pain and Riku pushed himself away from Gabranth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Not rejecting, but so embarrassed to be caught with shields shattered that his immediate, instinctual impulse is to flee. He stops long enough to look at Gabranth, face reddened and wet and dripping. He manages, very painfully, to smile. &amp;quot;..this'll teach me to go out on walks.&amp;quot; he snorts at the quaver in his own voice, &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;% &lt;/del&gt;He nods to Gabranth. In gratitude. In.. mostly pretty much in shock. He pushed as hard as he could.. and he could have figured the Judge Magister would only push back harder. Riku opens his mouth to say something else, and.. then shakes his head, disappearing between one blink and the next as he flees this part of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;And.. that's it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You can only shove people away so hard. He had done that all his life. Pushed people away. Pushed himself into a corner. Pushed and pushed and eventually he just broke. And it didn't take the Shadow lords to do this. They never broke him though the echoing voice of dread nearly managed. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; But Gabranth. Right now, did what they could not, and all the walls come tumbling down and Riku begins to sob. He clutched onto the Judge Magister for a long few moments. Finally his strength returns and there is a flash of embarrassment and pain and Riku pushed himself away from Gabranth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Not rejecting, but so embarrassed to be caught with shields shattered that his immediate, instinctual impulse is to flee. He stops long enough to look at Gabranth, face reddened and wet and dripping. He manages, very painfully, to smile. &amp;quot;..this'll teach me to go out on walks.&amp;quot; he snorts at the quaver in his own voice, &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;He nods to Gabranth. In gratitude. In.. mostly pretty much in shock. He pushed as hard as he could.. and he could have figured the Judge Magister would only push back harder. Riku opens his mouth to say something else, and.. then shakes his head, disappearing between one blink and the next as he flees this part of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth doesn't chase. He wants to chase, but he knows better. This is when the dog needs to heel and just be patient. Riku will come back, but the boy needs time alone. Just like he did, so many times.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge of Ambition rises to his feet, looking down at his hands for a moment, before he clenches them tightly only for a brief moment. Silent thoughts to himself as he eyes glance up to where Riku ran off too, before he turns away and then walks the other direction. His head slowly finding itself lowered. Riku would find him again, when Riku was ready and Gabranth. Gabranth would be there, for when he was needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Gabranth doesn't chase. He wants to chase, but he knows better. This is when the dog needs to heel and just be patient. Riku will come back, but the boy needs time alone. Just like he did, so many times.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The Judge of Ambition rises to his feet, looking down at his hands for a moment, before he clenches them tightly only for a brief moment. Silent thoughts to himself as he eyes glance up to where Riku ran off too, before he turns away and then walks the other direction. His head slowly finding itself lowered. Riku would find him again, when Riku was ready and Gabranth. Gabranth would be there, for when he was needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Raenas at 19:42, 22 March 2013</title>
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