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paixaorpg2006-03-24 07:04 pm
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Contrasting Sides of a Coin. [completed]
Character(s): Dark Mousy, Anti X.
Content: When Dark meets Anti X, chaos ensues. D:
Setting: Boiler Room of Savage Garden.
Time: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None as of yet.
There was never anything entertaining to do in the Boiler Room... and if there was, Dark was probably much too exhausted to think of a single thing, not like he would have the energy to be active anyway. The only thing he could do was waiting for something to stop by... maybe then would he find his enthusiasm back. Being alone with his (still) sleeping pet gets a tad boring after a while, and this has been going on for nearly a week. He couldn’t take it any longer.
Dark had his back leaned against the slightly warm bars of his ‘confinement,’ his bare skin now adapted to the former burning sensation every time he touched the steel. The climate of the room was immensely hot, but being stuck in the place (unwillingly) for that amount of time made him adjust to the different atmosphere quite easily.. but hell, the thought of how it’d feel outside gave him a little chill as he remembered how cold it was out there when he was at the Niflheim gate. Ah, he missed the outside...
...and his clothes.
Of course, all of his clothes had been destroyed from whatever reason... not like he would want to wear a smelly junk anyway. All he had on was boxers... and it feels slightly uncomfortable remaining semi-nude for this long. Hell, it wasn’t “uncomfortable,” it was humiliating... for him, as the legendary phantom thief.
At least no one really knew who the “legendary phantom thief” was. He was safe from humiliation. For now.
Still~... it bothered him knowing that the chance of people forgetting his existence was at a high rate. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to just get the hell out of there... even if he really had no idea how.
Huh. Some company would be so useful right now.
Content: When Dark meets Anti X, chaos ensues. D:
Setting: Boiler Room of Savage Garden.
Time: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None as of yet.
There was never anything entertaining to do in the Boiler Room... and if there was, Dark was probably much too exhausted to think of a single thing, not like he would have the energy to be active anyway. The only thing he could do was waiting for something to stop by... maybe then would he find his enthusiasm back. Being alone with his (still) sleeping pet gets a tad boring after a while, and this has been going on for nearly a week. He couldn’t take it any longer.
Dark had his back leaned against the slightly warm bars of his ‘confinement,’ his bare skin now adapted to the former burning sensation every time he touched the steel. The climate of the room was immensely hot, but being stuck in the place (unwillingly) for that amount of time made him adjust to the different atmosphere quite easily.. but hell, the thought of how it’d feel outside gave him a little chill as he remembered how cold it was out there when he was at the Niflheim gate. Ah, he missed the outside...
...and his clothes.
Of course, all of his clothes had been destroyed from whatever reason... not like he would want to wear a smelly junk anyway. All he had on was boxers... and it feels slightly uncomfortable remaining semi-nude for this long. Hell, it wasn’t “uncomfortable,” it was humiliating... for him, as the legendary phantom thief.
At least no one really knew who the “legendary phantom thief” was. He was safe from humiliation. For now.
Still~... it bothered him knowing that the chance of people forgetting his existence was at a high rate. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to just get the hell out of there... even if he really had no idea how.
Huh. Some company would be so useful right now.
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And then the sac of life before him did something displeasing.
The creature's eyes darted down on edge, adrenaline getting ready to spring and rip this petty whole hand off for touching him. NO one touched him, and Anti X's defenses sprung up higher when the other squeezed and...
...Let go?
This did not make sense to him, and by now the boy could care less if the malice and hostility shown in his eyes and stance - the only reason he hadn't lunged was the line. It'd been signed and set.
But one more move that invaded the shadow's personal space and that piece of scum would get it.
"Don't touch me." He warned, still not getting it nor honestly giving a flying fuck. "Don't EVER touch me. I'll kill you."
It was almost hissed, but still calmly addressed, letting the other know that Anti wasn't one to fuck around. And if the useless flesh before him didn't understand this, that would be its problem.
"I don't care for fancy, keep it. And I don't care for extended deals. You're out, rely on yourself."
There was no real logical explanation as to why the hybrid's mood suddenly went sour. Perhaps it was the seeming dependence the other was showing that irritated him - Not to mention, weaklings made him sick. Anti X owed no one nothing, and never again would any weight be put on his back. He did what he wanted now, and right this moment he wanted answers.
"Now, Spit it. Or I'll spit your insides out to your face, one by one.. Bloody like I like it."
Fingers extracted back to claws for emphasis, body beginning to emit curls of black.
The Anger was present again, and apparently didn't really need any valid reasons or provocation for it just to be in this sick demented mind.
The stranger just didn't understand, outsiders would never understand.
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Dark rolled his eyes, lips hilling into a wry, mocking pout. "Feisty, aren't we~?" Dark muttered, but quickly shrugged it off. "Well, our deal is not quite complete! So it wouldn't be fair if I tell you now, huh?" he sneered, but replaced it with an arrogant look soon after.
With a wink, he leaped on top of his caged, balancing himself upon there so that he won't fall off. "Wiz~!" Dark called, and automatically, his 'pet' woke up from his sleep and hopped on to his shoulder. "Tran—wait. No magic here."
...Fuck.