midnight taken form;

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[A somewhat unfamiliar being seems to be creeping along the hall, away from the simulation room. He's on the prowl for hearts, so do be sure to keep your distance, and mind the strong scent of darkness coming from him. He'll likely attack anyone who approaches, though he may run off if you pose too much a threat or have no heart to offer.]

Comments

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

...The dork, or one I don't know?

[His Sora will always be 'the dork'. It's a fitting name, he'll tell you.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

T-The dork?

[Why would someone even classify any Sora as a dork? He pursed his lips, wrinkling his nose.]

I don't think you know me..

[But he knew the other versions of this Riku!]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[Definitely not dorky Sora. He didn't stutter ever, unless talking about Kairi~.]

Right, nevermind then.

So what... what happened?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Sora stutters, but only when he's nervous. Clearly, he was calm now. But yeah-not dorky.]

W-Well...How should I put this.

[He was deciphering whether to lie or not.]

You had a little...transformation.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

...Transformation? What's that supposed to mean?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

That you were....probably acting different than usual..

[Because he sincerely doubts that Riku usually attacked random people and clawed at their hearts.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[He's actually the person who would defend others from that sort of thing.]

Very specific, Sora. Look, I... I can't remember how I wound up in the library. If you know, would you kindly fill me in?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

You came in here looking like one of those shadows..

[He paused to find the word in his mind.]

-A heartless I think and just kind of....startled me.

[He'll be vague about that part at least.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[Good thing there's a hoodie over his face or he'd know just how "startled" Sora got. Might want to hide those claw marks at your next chance.]

I... wait, what? What do you mean I looked like...?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, his hands were pushing against the marks since it was a little wet with blood so...He'll just steal the hoodie back later of hug a nice, big book to his chest sooner or later.]

You were...black and had yellow eyes.

[There are your specifics, he wasn't going to say much about it.]