In the Darkness

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[There's a Heartless wandering through the DR today, curious and lost since he's just arrived.  He's wandering around Traverse Town and taking in the sights with wide eyes.]

Well, this definitely not Halloween Town.  Or that dark city, or, uh...anywhere I'm used to being.

[And it smells different too, not the same kind of light and dark that he's used to.  He's too curious to be worried yet though.]

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[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[Roxas coming at you on a skateboard at top speed--]

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[Golden eyes widen and he scrambles to get out of the way.]

Whoa! Hello there!

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She glides past him and goes launching off the skateboard, stumbling several feet before she whips around to stare at him. Enemy? Not an enemy?]

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He's going to stare for a long moment before pointing a bit. No, no one ever told him pointing is rude.]

You...you're a chick! [He's seen Roxas enough to know the difference.]

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[Her eyebrows go up, and she turns around fully to stare at him.]

Glad you noticed. Who're you?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He blinks a bit and tilts his head.]

Oh, right! My name's Kasimir. And, uh, yeah; Heartless.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[Hang on, summoning her Keyblade.]

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head the other way, jumping back a few steps.]

I can do that too!

[Summons his own Keyblade (http://img824.imageshack.us/img824/7716/darkarrowbyshinigamylle.jpg). He's just a show off, and it's not even a real Keyblade, just a weapon that looks like one.]

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She looks surprised, but it doesn't stop her from calling her second keyblade.]

How about now?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He blinks. Blinks again. And then his shoulders sag.]

Yeah, no, I can't do that. [Dismisses the keyblade and instead summons two large shuriken that are just about as big as he is.] Got two of these though.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She pauses to stare, then moves to a more defensive posture, keyblades held out ant ready.]

Okay.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

... [He blinks. Rocks back on his heels. He seems to be considering things.]

Soooooo...why exactly are we all weapons at the ready? Not that a good fight wouldn't be nice since it's been a while, but I'm kinda opposed to fighting chicks. Not that I won't, just, you know.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

Why, because you know I'll win?

[Despite the comment, she straightens up, resting Oblivion on her shoulder.]

What kind of Heartless are you?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

Psh, please. As if. [And he's never even hung out around Xigbar to pick that up.]

Uhm...I dunno. I'm just a Heartless. [Not supposed to exist, but he just...popped into being one day when Roxel got old enough.]

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She looks very confident that she could best him in battle, but she's not going to try. Unless he comes at her first.]

Why do you look human?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He blinks and tilts his head, dismissing a shuriken so he can have a free hand to scratch at his hair.]

I dunno. Why does that Ansem creep look human? And then there's my girlfriend, and Savio, and a whole bunch of other Heartless I know. Oh! And the King, of course.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She just stares.]

What kind of world are you from?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He blinks, stares back.]

Uhm...well...it was...normal? I mean, normal for us? Like, Nobodies, Heartless, Sora, Organization XIII. I think I'm failing the explanation question...

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

You know Sora?

[She looks even more surprised.]

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

Well...uhm...I know of him. Don't think we ever met though.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

Okay. Who's side does that mean you're on?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

I follow Aora. Whatever he says, goes. Pretty sure he's at peace with Sora though.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

And the worlds?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[Slight deer in headlights look.]

What about the worlds?

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

You said your leader was at peace with Sora. You never said which side he was on.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

Oh...well...Sora's on the side of, you know, the worlds and light-ick-and Aora's on the side of us Heartless. So I guess so long as we don't try to destroy worlds and Sora doesn't kill any Heartless like me or certain Nobodies, then, uhm, yeah.

[He really sucks with answering questions like this, yeah.]

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[Gee, she sure looks awful suspicious.]

So you don't try to take hearts?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

Well...I never said anything about that. It's...what Heartless do, you know?

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

[She scowls.]

And is that what you plan on doing around here?

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

Maybe. [He shrugs.] If I get hungry. I'm not hungry right now though.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

People will stop you. There are plenty of us around here with keyblades.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] I'll just avoid them then. My Nobody and my Nobody's mother weild Keyblades, it's not like I don't know how dangerous they are, so yeah.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

You don't get it. You can't just avoid them. There's hundreds of us.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.] I can go places you all can't. The deepest shadows, the blackest darkness. Places all your light would be swallowed up. It's not like I have any evil plans; I just want to exist.

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure stealing hearts falls under evil plans.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

And a vegetarian would say that eating meat is evil. It all depends on your stand point for how other people exist.

[He's trying to sound intelligent here.]

[cyanbars.livejournal.com]

Don't even start. Eating meat and ripping someone's Heart out are completely different. Someone will stop you.

[burnthedrkness.livejournal.com]

For someone who's not supposed to feel anything, someone seems to be in a very righteous mood.