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.]

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[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.]