re-enter in 3, 2...

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[in the middle of this hallway sits a confused looking... person, appearing about thirteen or fourteen. they're naked, save for a red, spiked belt around their middle. their skin is very, very pale, pretty much white, with no signs of any blemishes or even veins. their hair is purple-blue and short, with a pair of odd antennae sticking out of the top of their head. their eyes are yellow with no pupil; instead, there's a black swirl inside each iris. lastly, there's a crooked tail coming out behind them, and a Heartless emblem tattooed on their butt (though that's currently hidden by the floor). oddly enough, they don't seem to have any genitalia or nipples, so even though they're naked, there's not really anything showing.]


(ooc: Anyone remember "Bark" the Rabid Dog Heartless? He's back, except human-shaped. He's still the same idiot dog though. There's some basic info in his journal, and I'll make him more icons... eventually.)

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[tinyf1re]

[well uh, hi person. he's just derping casually along a cross-hallway, going by ahead of you, though he does a double-take and pauses midstep to stare. he's only about fifteen feet away, and he's got a pretty damn strong heart~]

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[...omai~. that heart gets his attention and he perks up, stubby tail wagging furiously.]

BARK!

[tinyf1re]

[freezes, eyes wide.]

...n-nice doggy?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[he's obviously not used to such long, awkward limbs, the way he scoots towards him instead of getting up and walking.]

[tinyf1re]

[...relaxes a little when it becomes obvious that he's not going to get pounced on.]

Hey, can't you walk? You're not hurt, are you?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[he just barks again, wagging, tongue lolling out from a very pointy mouth.]

[tinyf1re]

[cautiously moves closer, crouching down about five feet away from him and holding a hand out.]

Y-you seem pretty friendly. Don't bite me, okay?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[keeps scooting closer, a bit faster than before. heart omg.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Hello, there. This is interesting... Kurt gives a smile.]

Well, now. Haven't seen one like you here before.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[heeeeeey you feel like a Heartless! he'll start wagging, looking up at Kurt.]

Bark!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He laughs. Enthusiastic one, this.]

And good to meet you too.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[well, since he feels like a Heartless- What you? that's about all he can manage when it comes to "speaking", something that only other Heartless would really understand.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He gets that just fine. And just in case anyone walks in, he'll switch to the same-]

One of your kind. From a long way away.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[he looks even more excited at hearing something he can understand properly.]

Long way?

[tinyf1re]

[keeps holding his hand out, though he's understandably wary. this kid is weird, and naked, and bigger than him.]

Good doggy. Are you lost or something?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, because he doesn't quite understand that. lost? he sniffs at Axel's hand curiously before his gaze zeroes in on his chest.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[It's making a refreshing change for Kurt, too, going back to his 'native tongue'.]

Another world. In the desert. Though everywhere is a long way from here.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[he looks thoughtful for a moment.]

What is desert?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Dry, hot place. Sandy. Your home is different?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

Cold, dark. Dead things.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He gives a thoughtful nod.]

The dark, always home. But the cold, not for me.

[A chuckle at that.]

[tinyf1re]

[...looks down at himself.]

What, is there food on my shirt?

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

Under. Dead god home.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[well if you want to be technical-

.....suddenly lunges at him, teeth sinking into his shirt.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

A dead god...

[He frowns a little at that. It doesn't mean a lot to him.]