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MOVED TO @boundforgreatness
HEADS UP i am moving dark over to my multimuse @boundforgreatness! i have quite a few reasons for doing so, but the most prominent one is that it'd be easiest for me to keep up with threads/drafts/et cetera.
please do follow me over there, i'd love to interact still!
thinking of moving dark+drafts over to my multi @boundforgreatness. it'd honestly be easier for me to have everything all on one blog.
what if he worked in the freezeria??
what then?
i still live!
this year the holidays are a bit stressful since we're celebrating most of 'em with the in-laws and i dislike playing host. i've also been battling a cough/cold for a couple weeks now and it's a pain.
also my friend got me hooked on CRK recently, so i've been hyperfixated on that and the papa's games sooooo
life has just been chaotic and hasn't really allowed for me to properly sit back down and rp, even though i want to!
@heimskringlas: hmmm… wonder who could've said thaaat ~
"loki, you are the most offensive god i've ever met. a pox on you and your cows!"
he blinks.
"wait, that's apollon. a pox on you and your horses."
"being told i use emojis like a straight person is the most offensive thing anyone's ever said to me."
i'd apologize for the scattered appearances lately, but i've been reading a lot lately.
i have so much i want to try to finish before the end of the year!! but rest assured i'm still here on this blog as well as my multi @boundforgreatness, feel free to pester me any time on either blog!
Orange hardly knows the deal between Dark and Chosen beyond the fact that the two once allied together, and now they're not allies for whatever reason. Chosen must have had his reasons for not saying anything.
And since he didn't know the whole story, he wasn't in any place to judge.
That was, until Dark made the mistake of threatening one of his friends somehow.
"Leave him out of this," he says with more conviction than he has before. That power had gone dormant again, but he's sure that under the right circumstances he could tap into it again, "unless you want me to remind you why that'd be a bad idea."
Even if Dark wants information on Chosen, Second is not willing to let himself be coerced.
"oh relax." dark rolls his eyes when second bristles. "i'm not going to harm the guy, i personally find him more interesting than i find you." he paces around second, humming quietly to himself, though honestly, dark doesn't actually have any real plans. second is not going to make anything easy for him, which means dark has a reason to stick close to the orange hollow head.
"mind if i stick around then?" dark continues to press. his tone makes it clear that he's not asking for any sort of permission, and he's very much going to make second's life miserable for awhile. "you ever played the knife game before?" he grins widely, holding up his arm to show off his wristband.
"i'm curious to see what happens if i make you play that."
❝ bold words for a guy who looks made out of twizzlers. ❞ also dark started it, yadda yadda.
"if you want twizzlers so bad, go get the actual candy."
dark is aware he started it, he's also going to finish it.
tastes like red dye number 40 ... ?
"i'm not edible, loki! leggo of my arm!"
pot, meet kettle.
"You're a fast one, aren't? Unfortunately for you, I am the one who's asking questions now." Cyno said, crossing his arms sternly. He'd given plenty to this stranger, and his willingness to indulge him had all but depleted.
After all, he'd given them something to mull over. Now it was time to return the courtesy.
"Starting with your nature... the nature of your visit, too. And most importantly: why did you strike at me?"
"you looked striking." dark says in response, grinning at the pun. though his grin fades a moment later. "well, striking, in the aspect that your headdress is unusual. i don't see anyone else with hats like yours. i still think you look like an anubis cosplayer."
"and as far as why i'm here, i don't have the slightest clue, actually. i can create portals to other realms and worlds, but the path is unpredictable, and where i end up is a mystery. it just so happens that i ended up in an egyptian adjacent realm." he looks around, before turning back to cyno. "so...do i not get that notebook after all?"
"chat how do i get a god to stop chewing on my fucking arm?"
That she could understand and would give him a nod. “Come with me.” Gesturing her hand in her direction, she quietly lead him inside the Notre Dame Cathedral. Since it was mid day, the bottom floor of the cathedral was completely empty, just leaving the two of them.
he's massively uncomfortable, being led right into the oppressive looking cathedral. while it's massive, and such a staple of the society, dark doesn't exactly like being inside, where their voices can echo and he still feels entirely exposed.
the lack of people save for the woman helps, though only just barely. dark's fighting the urge to draw his cloak tighter around himself, or even to retreat to a corner. instead, he holds still, silently counting to five before slowly and carefully pulling the hood off, followed by the rest of his cloak.
"here, see?" he says. his face is hollow, showing the area through his head. he's exactly what he appears to be: a red, hollow-headed stick figure, with black wristbands on each arm.
"not exactly the kind of entity anyone sees on a daily basis."
“Good boy.” There. Much better. The silence that ensued after their previous skirmish is jarring in contrast. Kafka sheathes her own blade and steps closer, pausing two steps before him. Magenta eyes, fathomless in their depths, studied her quarry.
He’s immersed. But not deep enough to be pulled into the undertow of the currents. The stellaron hunter inhales quietly.
《Listen》
Slick as an oil spill, her command oozes. Slipping in through the cracks and filling the gaps. Sifting out each pocket of space by instinct. Pouring without end. Suspending in space. Warm. Gentle. Comfortable in its lull.
“In your head. In the deepest recesses of your mind. Buried deep. There is 《Another voice.》 Another that overrides all of your decision making and impulses. It tells you to hurt. To destroy. To hate. It’s not always obvious. Sometimes it hides but it’s always there.”
She wonders if he knew. If he suspected that his life had never been his own.
《Listen》 “Now that you’re aware of it. You’ll know. Might take a while but you will know. So when the time comes, 《Contain it.》 Don't worry about the rest. You just need to focus on my voice when the time comes. Understand?”
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EVERYTHING SHE'S SAYING makes perfect sense to his mind, as sluggish as it may be. there's no outward sign that he's understanding, save for the vacant stare, but inwardly, his mind is shifting around to accept the new commands. he's long since been aware of his initial programming, the shit alan, his creator, had inflicted upon him. dark had spent years trying to fight it, only to give in to those impulses in the end.
dark had accepted that particular fate. he'd tried to navigate it by embracing it all wholeheartedly, though there'd always been that nagging in the back of his mind, telling him that he never had free will to begin with. dark had always hated alan for it.
but now, now there's another voice in his head, someone with a soft, but firm voice, guiding him in a different direction. were dark more coherent at the moment, he'd be trying to fight this, too. though deep down inside, dark is aware of the fact that he NEEDS that impulse control, and if not himself, who better than kafka?
CONTAIN IT.
head tilting ever so slightly to the side, dark blinks in response to that command. he can't fight his impulses forever, but containing them? fighting back and trying to ignore the programming that dictates most of his actions? THAT, he can do.
"i understand," dark responds, voice not quite a monotone. as deep in trance as he is right now, there's emotion in his voice. a hint of relief, some measure of appreciation toward her that is separate from her commands. why not appreciate the offered help, even if it's given with force?
at least she's not trying to force a personality change on him. he's sure he'd fight that with every bit of free will he possesses.
" IT MEANS WHAT it sounds like. What ARE you ? " Her gaze narrowed, suspicious gold eyes bouncing across his form, trying to analyze, to piece the puzzle together and solve the mystery. " You look like a children's drawing gained sentience. "
dark lifts a finger at her statement. TECHNICALLY, she's correct. except his creator hadn't exactly been a child at the time, though young enough for it to still count.
"yes," dark agrees, wagging his finger. "you nailed it, mostly. my creator wasn't exactly a kid, but close enough for it to count. i don't actually know how old he was though."
he hums, letting his arm drop. "what about you? you don't look like any angel i've seen. i thought they were supposed to wear white robes and hold harps or something."
She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t reveal himself as he could already see how open minded she was. She was never the person to judge and this time, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Why not? Tell me why. Just by meeting you, I know you just as beautiful on the outside just as you are on the inside.”
she really wants to see what he looks like, huh? dark is no stranger to shocking and horrifying people, this isn't going to be any different. well, except for the part where he doesn't want to draw attention to himself.
"fine," dark says, grin reappearing on his face. "but not here, alright? let's go somewhere a lot more private, i'd rather not attract so much attention."