kingdomdressing | in every corner

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in every corner

[there's a scream from down this hallway as some poor soul is consumed by the shadows -- not Heartless, simply moving shadows. as the last dying gurgle escapes the writhing mass, a figure rises out of it slowly, darkness rolling and dripping off him like smoke and water. the figure is fully dressed in dark leather; heavy boots, pants, and a lovely leather jacket with a black wifebeater beneath it. he breathes the darkness in, out, a slow and dangerous smile making its way onto his face as he takes in the sight of the hallway. a hand goes to his pocket, a cigarette is pulled out and put to his lips, lit with a flick of his other hand. he runs that hand through his dark blue hair afterward, red eyes bright with malicious intent.]

Well now... didja miss me, dressing room?

(ooc: lolwat)

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[deflates at that, the little bubble of hope that he wouldn't figure it out bursting.]

Yeah, you seem like the type.

So glad you've figured that out.

[he's going to get rid of the darkness, but move Sora's hands to rest on either side of him.]

Stay in that position.

[he does of course, his eyes still closed as well.]

What are you going to do?

I'm not entirely sure yet~.

You don't have to do anything, you know.

[almost holds his breath, wishing he could at least open his eyes and see what was going on.]

Oh, I'm well aware.

[hm hm hm~. so very thoughtful.]

Open your eyes and look at me. I think I've got an idea.

[does so, watching him warily. he has a feeling whatever this idea is, he isn't going to like it.]

You're going to find Kai- the real one, redhead with a whole lot of useless Light- and you're going to attack him. Stab him, preferably. And you aren't going to listen to any order by anyone else until you've already done it.

No!

[he's horrified at the thought of being forced to hurt someone like that, his body already jerking in an attempt to stand, though he's fighting it.]

Please, take it back! Don't make me do something like that!

No, no, I think this is just about perfect. Kai gets hurt, you get hurt... all around a pretty good deal, I think.

[he stands back up, watching Sora struggle. this is just too good.]

[he's lost the battle in trying not to get up, but he's going to grab onto the first door frame or door he can get his hands on, trying to keep himself from going right in Kai's direction.]

But it's wrong! I don't want to hurt anybody!

I want you to hurt somebody. I want you to make Kai bleed.

[he's gripping this door frame pretty tightly, sheer determination keeping him from going further.]

Why? What did he ever do to you!

He exists.

[...which is the only reason he exists, himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hate everything that Kai is and stands for.]

I won't do it!

[he's trying to pull himself into the room, now. if he can somehow trap himself, maybe he can buy some time]

You will. You'll go do that right now, in fact, even if I have to carry you somewhere you can get a knife myself.

[he almost loses his grip at the reinforcement of the command, not dignifying that with an answer. he's too busy scrambling to shift his grip to the door knob for something easier to hold on to.]

[well, if you're going to be like that... darkness surges up, wrapping around Sora's hands and forcing them away from the door; they're now trapped, and good luck holding onto anything like that.]

Now go. Your hands will be free when you get somewhere with something you can stab Kai with. And you will do it, or both your life and his will become a whole lot more miserable.

[he looks utterly miserable as he obediently starts heading for the nearest kitchen. as he's turning the corner he looks back to see if 'Kai' is going to follow him. Maybe if he doesn't, Sora can get someone to help him somehow.]

[Sora will see 'Kai' sink into the floor in a mass of shadow... which promptly heads along the floor after him.]

[he saw that, growing even more depressed when he realizes anyone he might ask for help with that... thing following him around, might end up with yet another person getting hurt.

when he reaches the kitchen, he'll head straight to the wooden block of sharp knives on the counter, choking back a sob as he's unable to keep his hand from reaching for the nearest one.]

[more than just hurt, sweetheart~. the darkness around Sora's hands will fade so he can get one of the knives, the shadow lingering in the doorway to "watch".]

[thankfully, the nearest one wasn't very large like the cleaver. it is rather slim though, with a serrated edge and a very sharp point. now that he has the knife, his hand will slip behind his back as he starts heading out of the kitchen in a different direction; supposedly, the direction the real Kai is in.

and yes, he did try to step directly on that shadow. :|]

[it didn't even move; it's not like Gem could feel it, after all.]

[well it made Sora feel a little better. he's torn between hoping someone sees him with the knife and stops him, or hoping he doesn't come across anyone at all. he doesn't know himself where Kai is, but apparently his curse does.]

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