a. exsilium; 23rd-27th.
[ his arm is in a sling.

it doesn't stop him. it's supposed to be healed by now, but any further magical healing just irritates him and riku--... riku knows better, but he just doesn't have the patience to sit still when everyone he knows and everyone he's met in the past year and a half (almost a year and a half, almost more) is about to be wiped off the map.

he's not supposed to be walking. his arm is in a sling. he isn't eighteen yet and he's zooming around on his cruiser, stopping every now and then to help exiles in any way he can. the people he's spoken with that used to snap and snark in his direction give him pleading glances and he hates it, but endures, tries to make them as comfortable as he can.

he tries to make a large-scale barrier. riku is good at shields. he'd wanted the power of the guardian since he was a child and he had it, and he raises it high to try and expand the sphere of iridescent hexagons so it's higher above his head and covers more area. it's barely working--he can start going over a twenty-feet area, but he's not making progress. ]

b. moon base; 27th-30th (first person to volunteer to be the person who dragged him up here gets it)
[ he awakes in one of the rooms--jolts awake, rushes outside into the hallway, stumbling over himself as he gets to the nearest window.

before he can even get a look outside, the back of his head pounds mercilessly, almost mocking him. he knows the sight that he's about to see, eyes shut tight against the glowing light as he presses a hand against the back of his head. he's going to see exsilium below him, the entire world, while he's floating safe in space and--

cracking his eyes open, his heart stops and sinks, lips pursing and jaw clenching. fingers curl into a fist, knuckles white. ]

Sora would've saved this world by now.

[ he hisses to himself, all inward malice and hate; his free hand summons way to the dawn on instinct, and he has to turn his head and dismiss it before he bumps his head against the window, eyes closing again, fist still. ]

Not much of a Master, looks like. Yen Sid ought to rethink his decision.