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paixaorpg2006-02-22 07:13 pm
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Time's running out~! [completed]
Character(s): Dark Mousy, Zexion.
Content: Dark’s second day in the boiler room. Dark is all angsty.
Setting: ‘Boiler room’ in Savage Garden.
Time: Thursday morning, after Kadaj was taken away.
Warnings: Language, probably.
Time flies like an arrow, doesn‘t it? Keep on moving forward, never pausing, never ending, until it hits an object—whatever it might be—or lacked energy to continue. Sometimes he wondered, being kept in the room for such a long amount of time, if his time would end here, because with all honesty and from the bottom of his heart, he hated everything about this place. The heat, the water, and of course, the bastard that got him in this there—Zexion. But hell, what a life to waste. Dark Mousy wasn’t ready to die yet.
It was a shame, really, that he was caught in such a tight situation. It had only been two days before when he was spirit within a young boy’s body, coming out only when that one boy’s DNA got adjusted. He yearned for light, for freedom. Now he’s got it. So what was left to lose? “…Everything,” he found himself saying out loud to no one in particular. Kadaj was gone shortly before he woke up from his sleep, apparently. He was alone—with Wiz, that is.
Still, what exactly was ‘everything’? He no longer had to steal, to be the Legendary Phantom Thief that everyone talks about… to be a spirit. His life was basically complete, in the most twisted way possible. In the most weird way possible. Should he be complaining?
Dark was laying down flat on his back, using his neglected tank top as a spread. Wiz laid peacefully asleep upon his exposed abdomen… seeming so neutral to their endangered state. Of course, his pet was a tad naïve to understand what exactly was going on. After being poked around by Zexion, Dark was positive that Wiz was starting to like his own enemy. With Wiz being as close to his age as ever (which was around 500), he’d expect him to learn more about the real world. His first magical assistant still remained the innocent mess as it was five hundred years earlier.
Figures.
The former thief shifted himself up to a sitting position, using the bars of his cage to lean on. Wiz rolled slightly from the sudden movement, landing on his thigh with a little thud. Dark eyed his servant with a grim expression and tried to keep it that way as he heard and saw Wiz snore ‘kyuu’s. Well, isn’t that just precious. The bunny’s cuteness could sometimes be almost shocking. He really didn’t realize it that much until now, since he barely had the time to do so as a soul.
All he did for the Niwa family was work, work, and work. Occasionally, he’d find a certain miss to date, but other than that, all he did was steal. He had no time to examine the wings behind his back—he was too busy escaping from the police and all of that good stuff—which this ‘Paixao’ lacks so much of. Was there not any fun here? If there is, where the hell was it?
Obviously not anywhere in here. If this was Zexion’s definition of “fun,” then the kid seriously needs to get laid—with absolutely no sarcasm intended.
Dark gave a breathy huff as he felt a slight increase in temperature, ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. He ran a finger through his damp hair, quite surprised that it went by so smoothly. He kind of expected knots on the mess he called hair from all of that twisting and turning in his (rather uncomfortable) sleep.
His mind then drifted back to the game incident. Even after all of this, he had no idea of what was ahead of him. Absolutely no idea. Perhaps torture, or maybe a violent punishment. But hey, why would he be punished? He really didn’t do anything harmful, did he? Just little teasing nicknames, and tempted the other catch him. Apparently, Zexion took it a step ahead of him. Well, fuck. Scratch that; he took it a leap ahead of Dark.
And so he was caught. Literally caught, and forced into a human sized cage. It was humiliating in one way and overly overwhelming in another.
Now he was waiting. Waiting and waiting, and it has only been about 24 hours worth of delay. And Zexion still hasn’t shown himself, even a little visit. Even if the stranger would come (which by now, Dark doubted), what exactly was Dark waiting for? Death? Possibly. What Zexion had up his sleeves, he did not know. But heh, looks like time’s running out for him. He may live, he may die: but he’d definitely not leave this place the same person he was now. Yet, he continued waiting.
Content: Dark’s second day in the boiler room. Dark is all angsty.
Setting: ‘Boiler room’ in Savage Garden.
Time: Thursday morning, after Kadaj was taken away.
Warnings: Language, probably.
Time flies like an arrow, doesn‘t it? Keep on moving forward, never pausing, never ending, until it hits an object—whatever it might be—or lacked energy to continue. Sometimes he wondered, being kept in the room for such a long amount of time, if his time would end here, because with all honesty and from the bottom of his heart, he hated everything about this place. The heat, the water, and of course, the bastard that got him in this there—Zexion. But hell, what a life to waste. Dark Mousy wasn’t ready to die yet.
It was a shame, really, that he was caught in such a tight situation. It had only been two days before when he was spirit within a young boy’s body, coming out only when that one boy’s DNA got adjusted. He yearned for light, for freedom. Now he’s got it. So what was left to lose? “…Everything,” he found himself saying out loud to no one in particular. Kadaj was gone shortly before he woke up from his sleep, apparently. He was alone—with Wiz, that is.
Still, what exactly was ‘everything’? He no longer had to steal, to be the Legendary Phantom Thief that everyone talks about… to be a spirit. His life was basically complete, in the most twisted way possible. In the most weird way possible. Should he be complaining?
Dark was laying down flat on his back, using his neglected tank top as a spread. Wiz laid peacefully asleep upon his exposed abdomen… seeming so neutral to their endangered state. Of course, his pet was a tad naïve to understand what exactly was going on. After being poked around by Zexion, Dark was positive that Wiz was starting to like his own enemy. With Wiz being as close to his age as ever (which was around 500), he’d expect him to learn more about the real world. His first magical assistant still remained the innocent mess as it was five hundred years earlier.
Figures.
The former thief shifted himself up to a sitting position, using the bars of his cage to lean on. Wiz rolled slightly from the sudden movement, landing on his thigh with a little thud. Dark eyed his servant with a grim expression and tried to keep it that way as he heard and saw Wiz snore ‘kyuu’s. Well, isn’t that just precious. The bunny’s cuteness could sometimes be almost shocking. He really didn’t realize it that much until now, since he barely had the time to do so as a soul.
All he did for the Niwa family was work, work, and work. Occasionally, he’d find a certain miss to date, but other than that, all he did was steal. He had no time to examine the wings behind his back—he was too busy escaping from the police and all of that good stuff—which this ‘Paixao’ lacks so much of. Was there not any fun here? If there is, where the hell was it?
Obviously not anywhere in here. If this was Zexion’s definition of “fun,” then the kid seriously needs to get laid—with absolutely no sarcasm intended.
Dark gave a breathy huff as he felt a slight increase in temperature, ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. He ran a finger through his damp hair, quite surprised that it went by so smoothly. He kind of expected knots on the mess he called hair from all of that twisting and turning in his (rather uncomfortable) sleep.
His mind then drifted back to the game incident. Even after all of this, he had no idea of what was ahead of him. Absolutely no idea. Perhaps torture, or maybe a violent punishment. But hey, why would he be punished? He really didn’t do anything harmful, did he? Just little teasing nicknames, and tempted the other catch him. Apparently, Zexion took it a step ahead of him. Well, fuck. Scratch that; he took it a leap ahead of Dark.
And so he was caught. Literally caught, and forced into a human sized cage. It was humiliating in one way and overly overwhelming in another.
Now he was waiting. Waiting and waiting, and it has only been about 24 hours worth of delay. And Zexion still hasn’t shown himself, even a little visit. Even if the stranger would come (which by now, Dark doubted), what exactly was Dark waiting for? Death? Possibly. What Zexion had up his sleeves, he did not know. But heh, looks like time’s running out for him. He may live, he may die: but he’d definitely not leave this place the same person he was now. Yet, he continued waiting.
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Eventually, he stopped, snapping the journal shut and slipping it into one of his coat pockets. Lifted his head, gazing over at Dark and Wiz with an arch of his brow. Slowly, he approached, careful not to slip in any of the puddles of water spread along the floor as he flashed them both a deceptively warm and friendly grin. It was strange, really, how innocent he could look at times..
Once close enough, he reached out to grasp hold of one of the bars, but made no move to open the cage. "Did you miss me?" he cooed, addressing them both, but actually looking down at Wiz while he spoke. Poor Dark was getting all the attention sucked away from him with that little rabbit around, it seemed.
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These were one of those moments where he had to continue to keep his cool. How did he dealt with situations like this back then? Just smile and be yourself, he remembered. And he played along, putting on an act like never before.
He grinned a bit, scratching his left cheek with his finger, looking slightly thoughtful when memories of that event way back when came across his mind. Sure the legendary phantom thief could act. He has cross dressed before, just to put up a good show for that… brat. Something like this should be easy enough! Which brought him to the next question: why was he so angry?
Oh, yes. The heat. Of course the heat. He couldn’t stand it. That is probably why he was so frustrated. For now, he’ll blame the humidity.
“Oh, I’m sure Wiz missed you a lot,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Hey, Wiz. Why don’t you give the pretty boy a warm welcome back?” His grin grew along with his amusement. Yes, go away stress.
Wiz kyuued happily and leaped on Zexion’s shoulder (whoops, one ability revealed: high jumps) while Dark resisted the urge to smack his forehead. Truth be told, Wiz really didn’t know what to do, and did what he thought Dark was hinting: nuzzle his neck, as he have done so many times before.
“See? He really did missed you!”
Yes, keep your cool, Dark.