Comments | 13meters: Oh, what a beautiful morning

slightdisquiet in 13meters

Oh, what a beautiful morning

Sep 20, 2011 22:23

Who: slightdisquiet and YOU!
Where: Radiant Garden, varying places
What: Just random shenanigans. Possibility for very dark things.
Warnings: Possible dark things varying from experimentation to torture.

( A wonderful day in the Garden )

ana, open!, [canon] kingdom hearts

Comments 5

wieldertobe September 21 2011, 03:31:21 UTC

[ he isn't sure how he got to be here, to be quite honest. it just felt like a burst of pure... fear, of anger, negativity, some sort of infecting darkness, like that catapulted him right to the ground and left him there. any normal child would've started wailing and crying for their mother, running about and asking if they'd seen where she went.

but not Riku. he looked around, and though he had a surge of panic in his chest, he grabbed his wooden sword and proceeded to start searching. ]

slightdisquiet September 21 2011, 03:49:40 UTC

[...And Xehanort will stare at the child when he comes across him. He hadn't seen any children around here with wooden toys like that. So he will approach quietly.]

Is something wrong?

wieldertobe September 21 2011, 03:56:01 UTC

[ so this is another world.

he watches people come and go from afar, already tired from walking the expanse of what seems to be the town. atop a barrel, his feet dangling above the ground, he keeps his sword in his lap while he muses.

Xehanort is one of the many who've approached him, but one of the few where he actually speaks back. ]

No. I'm just lost. [ which isn't a bad thing, as one would think. ]

angelphones September 21 2011, 03:49:00 UTC

[Welp. This was not where he wanted to end up. Katsu looks around, trying to figure out how to get back - ah, oh well. He should explore anyway.]

[... Maybe he should be hiding his energy though. Well. It'll be okay, right?]

quinary September 21 2011, 08:29:50 UTC

[there's a small child, no older than eleven or twelve but runty and malnourished, collapsed in an alley. The people passing by hurry on, turn their heads away, pretending not to notice.]

[His form is limp, but he's still breathing, shallowly. There are fresh burns on his arms and legs, what's visible under his dirty garments. His small face is contorted in pain, and he lets out a small whimper.]