And now for something completely terrible -

[angelphones]

Who: Katsu and Muraki
Where: Forest Quadrant
When: Late evening
Style: Action
Status: Closed
Warnings: Muraki being creepy? Also death. That too.


[Katsu was trying to relax, trying to take it easy - it was hard, with constant reminders of what he had to do, people he had to protect… but no. He needed to calm his mind, and so he finds himself out in the forest quadrant, wandering inside and looking up at the trees.]

[It's peaceful here. He's not used to this kind of quiet, though he's become more comfortable with it since arriving here. It's so different from Tokyo… but it's nice. He can breathe a little easier, taking a step away from civilization.]

[He pauses for a few minutes, just leaning against one of the larger trees and listening to the sounds of the forest all around him.]

Comments

ohai son.

[lamorteblanc]

Try...?

[ Another slow chuckle as he leans in to trap the smaller form against the tree. Delicious. Perfect. His system practically thrums with this newfound energy as it courses through his system. ]

There simply isn't any trying to be done, I'm afraid. When something this deep seated and ancient has become second nature.

[ A smaller smile as that scalpel traced a particular pattern over Katsu's throat. The doctor pauses in his taunting a moment to start to murmur softly, channeling a bit of that energy back. This energy begins to feel like a noose around the boy's throat; constricting, tightening. The beginnings of a spell. ]

Unfortunately. I find you might not remember very much of this when you awake.

[ There's a nuance in those words which causes the bleeding glyphs to glow. Somewhere above on the island, the moon bleeds red as the doctor raises the scalpel over his head and brings in down deep into Katsu's throat. Enough to sever his jugular, enough to silence any of his screams for the killing strike.

But the presence of another draws his attention as he dismisses the seals and allows the body to drop from his grip. ]

Ah. Riku. What a familiar sight.

[angelphones]

Heh... I know someone like that...

[His face goes white as he struggles to breathe, to keep his horror hidden - Riku? - and all he can think of as the scalpel is raised and then plunged into his throat, through the pain, is -]

'I'm sorry.'

[And then it all goes black, as the pain and terror is too much. His body is shutting down anyway.]

shut up, old man.

[limitless_land]

[...He's there. He's there just in time to see the last strike, and-]

KATSU!

[Riku's blood runs cold as he stands there in horror, not even hearing himself thinking - his heart screaming out as he felt it. That familiar aura was fading fast, and even if it were useless, he throws up a bit of his magic in the form of a green mist falling over the other's body while starlight and darkness swirl to life in his hands. If nothing else... he wouldn't be... wouldn't be...

The boy couldn't even shake in anger, even though the emotion filled his hidden eyes- the scowl permanently settling itself on his face. If there is anything one should know about those with the power of the Keyblade, it is that they are dangerous when provoked unto anger whether they be fully trained or novices.

'Familiar...?' The thought merely flitted over the surface before being drowned out by the emotions he had so expertly drowned out and controlled in his year of fighting to defend a comatose friend, and another year of distancing himself from others here. All because he feared losing them, and now that he was too late...

Soul Eater appeared. Not Way to the Dawn, not another Keychain he may have collected since coming here, but Soul Eater. Something that fed on his darkness. And he would use it so that someone wouldn't get the chance to steal much of it for himself.

'I'm sorry, Master.'

Riku was gone, warping himself behind the doctor and using the Coat to disguise most of his energy that wasn't being expended by the blade in his hand. The eye seemed to shimmer as he twisted the grip into a reverse and slammed it down as hard as he possibly could.

Somehow, that blade didn't seem to be emitting darkness, either. Instead it glowed white, skipping the usual necessities for his limit break. After all, all he could see was bright and red.]

[lamorteblanc]

[ And there was that delicious darkness again. Something he'd wanted to harness in the boy for so long, coax out, perhaps even use for his own means. However, here it was directed at him. Clearly, not his plan.

The doctor barely gets a moment to twist away from the attack due to it coming in the last possible second. But it goes through. The blow cuts into him, causing him to spill forward and cough out a great amount of blood. The pain is immense, but as far as he's concerned hasn't hit any vital organs.

He needs to get out.

He needs to get out now.

Abort mission.

He wasn't expecting this.

But to panic would be a sign of weakness. With a wince, he wrenched himself from the blade, managing to press down on his coat jacket as a makeshift tourniquet as he stumbled forward. ]

You certainly haven't lost your spark.

[limitless_land]

[See, that is the thing about Keyblade wielders. Even when things go according to plan, something always seems to go awry when they're involved. Whether it be due to skill, or simply because of the moments they follow their hearts subconsciously.

This time? It is grief, loss, anger, and the sense that no matter what he tried, he can't protect the ones he loves from this.

Riku doesn't smirk as the attack strikes true, doesn't truly react to the wince or to the sudden surge and stumbling. He would dye the white that the other wore with red if he could--which he can. Shifting the hold on his blade again, allowing it to glow with both light and dark as a second of pure dark forms in his left, he spins as he strikes again. Spins and strikes with both blades, leaving physical and metaphysical damage.]

...Welcome oblivion.

[There's none of the usual snark his voice contains, none of the teasing. Nothing but the cold, dark-tainted sincerity of honest to god hatred. One does not simply mess with someone he loves in any way without facing vengeance. He can't...

He screams in frustration when the blades merge into one and he strikes up.]

[lamorteblanc]

[ He knows it isn't enough to stop him from moving or enough to push him away but he's going to try anyway. A barrier comes up in an attempt to get him away from the blades because he doesn't dare make it any worse than it already is.

Physical assessment isn't looking good.

Heavy bleeding, something that's definitely gonna sting for a really long time, but on the plus side he's still fully recharged. It was going to help with his recovery...

Given he could get away in the first place.

So the minute the barrier's up, he's going to summon another circle and this one's for attempting a teleport away. Should it connect, he'll have disappeared in a sudden flash of feathers. ]

[limitless_land]

[It does indeed keep the initial strikes from reaching him, and for a brief second his hood falls back as he spins, revealing a dangerous hint of anger in his eyes beyond the blank expression. There's no satisfaction in hurting others. All he ever wanted was to protect...

Protect...

He grimaces, watching the last strike go through a sudden flash of feathers instead of flesh. What just... happened?

Riku drops to the ground, second blade vanishing from existence entirely. He hadn't used that much of his own dark powers in a long time, let it out from the vast potential of his heart. He stares at the feathers falling around him, wincing. What had he...

...

He barely manages to turn around to face Katsu before everything goes black; suddenly exhausted.]