[Here's Riku on a day trip to Traverse-- except he seems to be getting sidetracked. The view is odd, his communicator clearly taping the whole thing from where it fell on the ground. But even in the dimness of Traverse's eternal nights, something odd is clearly going on.
Riku's vest jerks, pulling him back into an alley and then off to the side, dragging him left and right erratically, like it was being buffeted in a storm.]
What-- Who's there?!
[Apparently, whoever's gotten a hold of his clothes isn't talking, though, so Riku shrugs his outer vest off quickly, summoning Way to the Dawn and kneeling. What in the Worlds was it?]
Show yourself-! [And then the invisible hands grab the back of his inner vest, taking him up into the air and careening wildly.]
Riku's vest jerks, pulling him back into an alley and then off to the side, dragging him left and right erratically, like it was being buffeted in a storm.]
What-- Who's there?!
[Apparently, whoever's gotten a hold of his clothes isn't talking, though, so Riku shrugs his outer vest off quickly, summoning Way to the Dawn and kneeling. What in the Worlds was it?]
Show yourself-! [And then the invisible hands grab the back of his inner vest, taking him up into the air and careening wildly.]