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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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But later. At the moment, Anti X merely smirked, attitude doing a total 180. So he was demented, twisted and messed up in the head, but it didn't mean this creature wasn't a genius. Did he know patience? Perhaps. But one thing he knew well, was long term suffering.
As fast as light itself, the shadow was behind Dark, teeth already sinking into the latter's shoulder before realization could even process.
And just as fast, was gone in dissipation.
Let the cocky stranger think he was safe. No one upper-handed or told Anti X what to do. Let the poison of his existence seep into unknowing veins and cause the wound to infect and slither itself to the mind.
Once Dark had the answers Anti X wanted, let him find the creature himself in exchange for the cure, as well as finding back his own Sanity.
After all, invoked Schizophrenia was never pretty.
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"...ugh. All right! I'll tell you what you need to know, then, jeez," Dark gasped, breath slightly hitched. "That.. ugh, Axel guy. He was in a hotel with someone... bu-but.. that's about a d-day ago.. Since Paixao don't have that many hotels... that should be--nn!--easy for you... oww..." The man was at semi-mercy, but still won't give up yet. "So tell me! What did you give me—...no way. RABIES?"
Dark swayed slightly before falling flat on the ground, from the top of the bar to the surface of the ground. He was unconscious.