kingdomdressing | (no subject)

Entry tags:

heartless

(no subject)

[There's a courtyard, somewhere. Open to the sky and the fresh air. And in the corner, there's what appears at first glance to be a pile of armour parts.
Until it moves, unfolds arms in a complex motion, and raises a serpent-like head to the sky.

Kurt gets slowly to his feet and 'sniffs', taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds, the scents and sensations of hearts nearby, the flow of whatever darknesses exist. This - is wrong. What's going on? he starts to wonder...]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[he's never seen this courtyard before, so he enters to investigate, only to pause when the Heartless starts moving.]

[It's a few moments before he realises he's got company. The sudden transition to - wherever this is - has him jarred, to say the least.
But when he has? His head whips round, down, looking, staring. Who is this? Pshaw - this guy just reeks of light...]

[...well. he vaguely recalls this Heartless from the game, and also remembers that it's a total bitch to defeat, so he's definitely not going to be making any threatening movements.]

...hi.

[Kurt'd be almost pleased his reputation precedes him. Though the context as to how might prove a little confusing, after all.
This one wants to talk? Almost a shame... but he bends down more closely. And slowly, as if he's having a little trouble forming the words...]

Light-thing. Explain.

Okay, uh.

[takes a deep breath.]

This place is a crossroads between dimensions. There are a lot of people who look the same, but they're all from different worlds. There's no exit as far as anyone knows.

[He'd blink in surprise, if it wasn't for the fact his eyes don't work that way. There's a flicker in them, though, the yellow dimming for a second.]

Trapped. What for? This is not my place!

[He gives a headflick movement which would seem angry, dismissive of the idea.]

None of us belong here, but we're trapped anyway.

[crosses his arms, still cautious.]

[Watching carefully, still, too - though as long as this human keeps up with the explanations, he'll keep to himself. He makes a low hiss for a moment, but it's more the equivalent of a human 'hmm' than anything else.]

No purpose? No reason? Just - here?

Exactly. Nobody knows how we got pulled here, or why we're here.

[shifts his weight a little, looking off to the side.]

[He smashes a claw into a wall, frustrated, trying his very hardest not to shoot the messenger... so, so, tempting, though.]

Then... there is nothing to do.

[jerks back a bit at that, just about ready to summon his weapon.]

No, there isn't. I'm sorry.

[Yeah, this is one unhappy Heartless. He's not really going to need much pushing over the line...]

This is useless! If I am trapped, here, away from our goal - what do I do?

[backing up now.]

You'll find something.

[He looks. Pauses. Twitches his head slightly.]

I suppose I will, now.

[After all, there are still hearts here...]

[and also a couple hundred Keybladers.]

I'd, uh, give you the tour, but I doubt you need it since you probably don't... eat and all.

[That might be a problem... He glances around, and gives what resembles a laugh. ]

Not as you do. And this place does - look rather more suited for those still in light.

Mmhm. There are some Heartless around, though.

[Oh, now this is interesting...]

Where? Is it likely I will see them?

Uhhh, you might. There are a couple Ansems. They usually lay low because of all the Keybladers around.

[Right. He gets the message, and gives what counts as a 'hmph'.]

I see. I should... watch out, myself?

You should be safe as long as you don't attack anyone.

[not trying to be threatening, just stating the facts.]

[Shoulder slump on all six arms. Somehow.]

I will remember that.

[Or at least, he'll remember to pick his opportunities.]

Good to know.

[smiles, relieved.]

There's enough fighting around here as is.

[He tilts his head, curious.]

And how do you mean?

Well... there are a lot of people who don't get along here. And ones who enjoys hurting others for entertainment.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 3