Is It Okay To Leave It Like That? (Open)
Negi sat in the middle of a field, the cool wind blowing around him. It was dark, with the dimmest of light as he stood there, his naked, blotted out form darkening with every moment. His eyes were dim and his head bowed as he tried to remember what he was doing. He sighed softly at that.
“Hey,” said a male voice from behind him. “You sure you don’t need to go?”
“Go…? Where do I have to go?” asked Negi dimly.
“What, you’ve forgotten that? Man, you’re just helpless.” Retorted the male voice.
Lifting a hand to his face, seeing the darkness pour over his fingertips, Negi tried to remember. “Yes… that’s right… I… I get the feeling there’s… some place… I have to go…”
“But, no matter where I try to go… this blackness is heavy, and I can’t move my body. And it hurts very much.” The dark markings on his arms spiraled angrily, flickering with heavy black energy. “I’m sure… anyone I tough, will be hurt…”
“Is that so… Well then, I guess it just can’t be helped.” Sighed the male voice. “True… This is good enough for a ten-year-old-brat… you did damn well. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”
The voice grew smug at that. “If you move from here, you’ll die, or at best, you’ll become a monster. And if you try to move anyway, recklessly, then you’ll hurt someone, break something. It’s just not worth it…”
Negi nodded, the darkness creeping up his body even faster now.
“… but, hey.” The owner of said voice caused Negi to vaguely realize who this was speaking to him as his face came into view. “Is it okay, to leave it like that? Negi.”
Outside, sitting next to the comatose Negi, Chamo lowered his head. “Please Aniki, be okay.”
The picture book in front of him showed the entire conversation; the darkening Negi, and the features of the man who called himself the Thousand Master.
Nagi Springfield.
(ooc: keep it to one thread please.)
“Hey,” said a male voice from behind him. “You sure you don’t need to go?”
“Go…? Where do I have to go?” asked Negi dimly.
“What, you’ve forgotten that? Man, you’re just helpless.” Retorted the male voice.
Lifting a hand to his face, seeing the darkness pour over his fingertips, Negi tried to remember. “Yes… that’s right… I… I get the feeling there’s… some place… I have to go…”
“But, no matter where I try to go… this blackness is heavy, and I can’t move my body. And it hurts very much.” The dark markings on his arms spiraled angrily, flickering with heavy black energy. “I’m sure… anyone I tough, will be hurt…”
“Is that so… Well then, I guess it just can’t be helped.” Sighed the male voice. “True… This is good enough for a ten-year-old-brat… you did damn well. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”
The voice grew smug at that. “If you move from here, you’ll die, or at best, you’ll become a monster. And if you try to move anyway, recklessly, then you’ll hurt someone, break something. It’s just not worth it…”
Negi nodded, the darkness creeping up his body even faster now.
“… but, hey.” The owner of said voice caused Negi to vaguely realize who this was speaking to him as his face came into view. “Is it okay, to leave it like that? Negi.”
Outside, sitting next to the comatose Negi, Chamo lowered his head. “Please Aniki, be okay.”
The picture book in front of him showed the entire conversation; the darkening Negi, and the features of the man who called himself the Thousand Master.
Nagi Springfield.
(ooc: keep it to one thread please.)