DEATH SHOWER

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[s-so hungry, so underfed and sickly, he's just foaming and drooling as he wobbles down the halls, not caring if he smacks into anyone.]

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[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[stumbles a little when she spots him, nearly dropping the books in her arms]

By the Light... Are you alright?

[stupid question, she knows, but she's a little in shock at his appearance]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he's immediately attracted to her confusing scent, wandering over like a lost animal until he smacks square into her stomach with the metal contraption over his face, shifting it and causing the rusted bolts to squeal. this in turn makes him groan, stumbling left, right, and then he's down for the count.]

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

Hey--!

[crouches down next to him, a gloved hand hesitantly touching the contraption over his face, eyes wide with worry]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[growls lowly, drool freely trailing down his chin as he rolls and writhes, scraping the visor against the floor.]

I'm so hungry.

sajfh going out bbl

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

Whoa, hey. Calm down, I can make you something to eat.

[moves to keep him somewhat still because that can't be good for him]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[she sounds like Namine and it's calming, so like a hurt puppy he tries to get as close as possible, curling up against her warmth.]

Meat.

*stalls*

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

...okay, I can't create that, but I can make you something in the kitchen.

[not entirely sure what to do, so she puts a hand on his head gently, making sure to keep away from the- god why would anyone do that?- metal in his head]

oh what the hell is wrong with me

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[...hears something walking, head tilted to the side]

...Hello?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[g-grooaaan gurgle bubble. he's lumbering over to Sora, running that slobbery mouth against any part of his skin he can find, tasting and nosing him.]

Please feed me. Please.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...I h-h-have cookie dough?

[lets out a startled noise at the mouth, eyes widening]

Please-- hey, stop, really--

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[sniffs up his arm, nearing his neck and sticking his tongue out to lick. Sora is a friend. Sora is a good boy and Sora shouldn't be hurt.]

I need meat.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Meat?

Like steak?

[t-trying not to move]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

Meat.

[is all he says. he wants something warm, bleeding.]

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ ow. ]

Watch where you're going!

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[growls lowly, and god, he hates that voice, that voice that cuts right into his head and makes the wounds feel like they're bleeding again. he reaches up and messes with the visor, grabbing the crown, juggling it around until everything stops hurting like white hot fire, and then he's stomping over to Roxas.]

Useless.

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ ohhh shit. that doesn't look like any mysterious enemy he's fought before, but it's definitely giving off a weird vibe. ]

[ a weird, scary vibe. ]

Uh, sorry?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he's already swinging out though, one bony but heavy arm covered in chains swaying Roxas' way.]

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ there's a clash as a clunky key bursts out of nowhere to block it. ]

Hey!

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[grabs right on to the cold metal neck of it, holding tight.]

You should be dead.

[his voice is scratchy, mechanical as he tries to tug on the key.]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[steps around him easily, but not before tapping his fingers twice against that visor of his.]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[those taps and the scent that goes with them make him snarl. with a deep breath, he hisses.]

Don't touch me.

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[considers just leaving this weirdo alone... but this could be fun. he stop and turns, reaching out to walk two of his fingers along Riku's shoulder.]

Why not?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[snaps his needle sharp teeth around his wrist-- ... but there's no pressure at all. he lets out a pathetic whine and hangs there.]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[tips his head, flexing his fingers slowly. he hums thoughtfully, slightly intrigued. the whining draws his attention away from those pointy teeth, though, and he reaches out with his other hand to run his fingers along the edge of the visor.]

What?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[the whines only get more and more frantic-- the metal on his chin's lit up right at the joints of his jaw, and he can't close his mouth, flopping his tongue around helplessly.]