I'll be ignited / When I get to watch you burn [Semi-Open]

[boundbynaught]

Characters: boundbynaught and superior_mansex in a main thread, but open to any onlookers / interlopers
Time: Sunday May 15th
Style: Log
Status: Semi-Open; In-Progress; see this OOC entry for details!

Sub-threads:
- Main Combat
- Sit in the peanut gallery
- Request OOCly to intervene in the fight

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Main Combat

[boundbynaught]

[superior_mansex]

It was just a regular day for him. That was the day that he look a walk around the bubble to study any changes or notable yet mundane things that caught his eye. All in all it was boring and he was just trying to keep up some sort of activity so to not bore himself too much.

Currently he was looking at the natives that bustled around him in their (so he's been told) numbers. There was no reason to be on edge or expecting anyone to jump out at him since he could feel nothing and wasn't particularly frightened of any of the people within the city. At that moment, he stopped walking and looked up to the watery dome, looking thoughtful and dishearten.

"Maybe it would have been more beneficial to support my departed heart's ploy for darkness while he was here..."

[boundbynaught]

Rep hardly cared about the people mingling about, or Xemnas's deep thoughts. As soon as he was certain that Xemnas was distracted, he slipped into a Dark Corridor. He appeared right behind Xemnas, Soul Eater poised high over his right shoulder.

[superior_mansex]

He pretended not to notice the presence behind him, seeming to continue his reflection while he stared at the bubble still. In reality, he was prepared to defend as needed, depending on the business of the person behind him.

Peanut Gallery

[boundbynaught]

enter stage right~

[xblood_lusting]

The feel of darkness practically dampened the entire city to the point where the doctor was certain it was subtly seeping into his clothes and soaking his skin to the bone. It felt familiar, almost as if that night which never really left his memory had started to replay. But certainly, this wasn't Riku. For some reason, it seemed more impulsive, wilder, freer... yet stranger and altogether more malleable.

Naturally, this had drawn him out. He followed his instinct, followed his internal compass to where this fight was taking place. Interesting. The doctor circled the pair off a distant perimeter. He would not interfere but be a At any rate, the winner would need medical treatment and the loser would probably need the same three days later after he returned.

At any rate, the sheer amount of power was a near joy for him to see. A small smirk curls on his lips as he draws out a cigarette and his lighter. Delicious.

enter stage left :|

[limitless_land]

Muraki wasn't the only one in tune and following where the darkness leads.

A corridor opens up nearby, depositing one cloaked figure. Hood up and blindfold secured, the two combatants wouldn't be able to sense his presence. He knew that darkness well, and the stolen power it was utilizing. The blind rage, lack of focus... it was too easy to crush. Even the faint whisper in his head agrees with that assessment, no matter how much resentment he held towards it and shoves the other presence aside.

Fake's actions are suicidal, and the one he was based on is in every way a disapproving rival. There is so much he still needs to learn... Ah, but there's another dark presence in the area and of course it's the doctor a certain shinigami warned him of.

"Come to enjoy the show?" he asks, keeping his tone neutral no matter how much he was seething under the the hood at that smirk. He wasn't any better than Ans- ...Guess he'd have to be more careful if he were to jump in and try to break it up.

/tangos with

[xblood_lusting]

Ah, Riku. If he had popcorn, he'd gladly share it with you. Unfortunately, the doctor has no buttery treats and cigarettes aren't meant for sharing. But what a circus, oh, what a show. Certainly something he wasn't expecting to see.

"Hardly enjoyment, dear boy. More of... education." he turns his attention to the hooded figure, pushing his glasses up slightly. "Is he by any strange chance related to you? The resemblance is quite striking."

His voice carries a definite cocktail of mockery and curiosity. Riku had always been one of his more favourite people in the bubble. Seeing another one, this one with the capability to be molded, was a definite treat.

OOC: Want to intervene?

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