:<lesser of the two evils>:<may.death.free.us[CREED, CLOSED]

[Deleted]

“Hey, dad, what does Shiro do in the military?”

“Good things.”

“Dad, you and I both know the government does anything but good with the military.”

“Kayta, that is entirely true; but you know your brother. He’s a good man; a good heart. Even when doing bad doing, Shiro puts the aspect of good into it.”

---

Burlap sack being whipped off the man’s face, the nineteen year old looked into his supervisor’s eyes. The black haired man tried to wipe off blood with his arms, although his hands were cuffed. The head of the government of Murial shook his head at the beaten soldier. “Blackout, you once again went out of your way to save a civilian. How many times do we have to drill the fact into your head that when you are on a mission; you focus on the mission and let nothing distract you? The saving of two could-have-been casualties was not worth the target detonating another bomb. I don’t care if there weren’t any victims of the second explosion; there are still damage expenses and more publicity that we don’t need.”

Blackout remained silent, locking his blue eyes with his commander’s emerald green eyes.

“Take Mr. Utuago to the penalty room again and set the pain level up a notch. This time, Shiro, as you sit and regain your health with your father; I want you to honestly think about your priorities. You think its fun for us to torture one of our most efficient and loyal soldiers? Of course not, but it gets the message across.” With a glance at the two men in suits behind Shiro, the supervisor finished with, “Take him away.”

---

This isn't the dark presence that we sensed, Blackout… No need to intervene with these canines…

“Hey, Smoke; light me up,” the beer smelling man spoke as he stroked his beard gently, cigar in mouth. A guy in a white tank top, bedazzled with gold chains walked up to the overweight man and lit his cig. Smoke then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up for himself as well.

“What are we going to do with the chump, Chug? I checked his pockets; nothing but a shitty amount of munny.”

Chuckling lightly as he held his cigar, Chug replied, “Feed he heart to the damn heartless; keep em’ off our backs for a day or two. Bet his daughter is already lonely up in Kingdom Hearts.”

“You want me to cut that bitch’s heart out? You fucking serious?” Smoke replied, dagger drawn from his jeans as he headed over to a tied up bald man. “I’ll kill the bitch, but I’m not fucking with the insides. That’s on you if you think it’ll work.”

”The heartless don’t need your assistance.”

“Who the hell-“

BANG x4

Storm and Chug both fell to the ground, their knees both bleeding. Storm screamed in agony, “Who the fuck is this bitch, Chug!?!”

Walking out of the alley’s shadows was a man with raven black hair, dark blue eyes. Hung around his neck was the man’s dog tags, thanks to Kjell teaching the man a lesson or two about pick-pocketing and its efficiency. ”The heartless crave the darkness of man who slaughtered a child, however. Which one of you was it again?” Blackout spoke in his calm tone with Valor in hand, aiming it at both men, alternating between the targets. Chug and Smoke both turned their heads and locked eyes, wondering who was going to out the other first. They both spoke out and blamed the other, which caused Shiro to pull the trigger at both of their right arms. ”I despise liars. Now tell me so we can avoid bullets piercing every non-lethal part of your body.” With his only working limb, Chug rose his hand.

“Please, now just let Smoke go.” Chug pleaded as he huffed and puffed on the ground.

”And why would I do that?”

“Please, he’s my son.” Shiro shook his head with disbelief that was the chubby man’s response. Walking over to the younger guy, Smoke, Blackout snatched the wallet that was already halfway out of the thug’s pocket. Opening it, he closed his eyes as he flipped it around and presented a father/daughter picture in the wallet.

”Every heard of an exchange?” Blackout asked rhetorically, firing Valor right at the son’s head. Chug started to tear up in shock, but he didn’t direct his attention from the man with the gun. ”I did your son a favor just as you did that man’s daughter; breaking her free from the cycle of darkness and light.”

“Then what is my fate!?” Chug yelled in agony, both physical and emotional.

”The heartless will find your heart appetizing; you’ll be split into two and you get to join the ridiculous life cycle where you’ll never see the end of being a dimwitted being. Nature can be cruel, huh?”

“Why the fuck are you helping those bastards? Are you one of them?” the bleeding man asked, his voice dying out. Blackout started to pace around, gun in hand, before explaining. The alleyway started to become a whole lot darker, as the small light bulb that gave them light started to flicker on and off. They were coming for their meal.

”Don’t you realize that the only way of putting an end to all of this is by helping them find what they want? Just like the keybladers, your view is corrupted; therefore you won’t be missed. To your other question, I am no heartless nor do I intend to be. To your concern, I am an ally of justice… The fear that gives psychopaths like you a reason to run from your crime; your fate,” Blackout replied as he cut the ropes off of the grieving father. ”To your concern, however, I am Blackout. My condolences.” Once the crying man was untied, he hugged Shiro in an embrace like no other to express appreciation for saving his life and issuing justice for what was taken from him.
If a stranger would have done that without any reason, the soldier would have shot him, but Shiro Utuago understood. Without saying a word, the bald man ran off; most likely to look for his loved one’s body. The darkness of the area strengthened, as shadow heartless started to appear on the walls, scurrying down to the floor subtly. Something, though, instantly alarmed the intellect. Fear, his heartless, could sense it too. The heartless insignia tattoo pulsated on the Utuago man’s arm, under his sleeve; Fear’s echoes spreading to all the heartless in the area with the message clear: Vanish.

As the heartless dispersed, Blackout spoke again to the pathetic Chug, ”You may have a different fate than I had thought.” With that, the man turned a 180 and narrowed his eyes at the darkness from behind him. It was a dark day in Traverse Town, but a gut feeling of Shiro’s told him that it was just about to get darker. ”May I be aware of who’s in my presence?”

---

Word Count of Post

1182

Tag

Creed

Actions used

1

Action 1: Ability

Abilities used

1

An ability that I don’t have yet until I can afford a summon. 100 more to go xD The summon is absolutely harmless if you’re wondering what happens if our characters go to battle. All it did was tell the heartless to go away for two posts with a three post cool down. If you have any problem with this, let me know and I’ll change it ASAP.

---

[Deleted]

[/i] fear the unknown and their lack of ability to grasp the knowledge of the situation which frightens them. Some people fight back when they experience fear. Only the people with a strong heart and courage dare to take hold of the danger which they freight over, and try to rid of themselves of the pain and evil which tugs on their emotional strings. Most people, however, tend to accept the emotion and bow down to it, knowing they have absolutely no chance of ever overcoming it until the threat was eliminated. It was an emotion Creed desired the most out of all. It was the sheer look in their glossy eyes; the colour draining from their already pale face; the shakes and pounding of their heart slamming against their ribcage; their pathetic begs of mercy to spare their pathetic life. She loved it all. But most of all, it was the thought of being in control. And that’s what she had right now.

”Please...just let...her...go.” The shaken man begged once again through gulps of air. A dark purple glow of darkness held him against the hotel room wall by his throat. Sharp claws wrapped around his thick neck, leaving enough room for the man to breathe...for now. His brown eyes looked at the girl standing between himself and the woman on the other side. She, too, was pinned against the other side of the room, but it was a tentacle instead of a long arm which pressed against her neck. Standing between the frightened couple was Gahanna’s dark saviour, Creed.

Creed’s purple eyes rolled back to the man’s fearful ones. Her lips curled into her trademark grin. It was a somewhat scary grin. All teeth with two small fangs resting upon her bottom lip. ”And why should I do that?” Creed cocked her head, waiting for the man’s answer. He didn’t answer right away. He was thinking about what to say. Maybe he was planning some sort of tactical advantaged to overthrow her? Pfft! Creed almost snorted at the idea. ”Don’t have an answer? Shame that.”

”She’s my fiancé, please...please...” Creed gasped. Her black claws tapped her lips as though she had committed a horrible crime. How could she be so stupid?! The girl of darkness felt a pain of guilt stabbing at her heart. Or rather, she played along as though that were the case. Creed released her tentacle from the other girl’s neck. The brunette girl which was apparently his fiancé, started to cough and splutter, her hands rubbing her precious little neck better as though it would help.

”You’re free to go. Please, forgive me for trying to kill you.” Creed bowed her head mockingly. Her smiling eyes locked onto the girl’s. She remained standing against the wall, her eyes watching the dark girl refusing to move from the spot. Creed’s lips fell into a frown. ”Oh, she doesn’t want to go?” Creed’s smiled began to slowly creep back onto her face. Her eyes turning back to the man in her grasp. ”...Maybe she wants to watch? Creed walked towards the male, her eyes never leaving his. Her nose brushed against his neck, smelling the fresh scent of fear pulsing from within his heart. Her black clawed fingertips wrapped around his chin, lifting his face to so that his eyes could meet hers. Smiling that wicked smile of hers, Creed slapped her lips against his. Not kissing, as such, but pressing against hard against his tightly closed lips.

Footsteps thumped against the wooden floor, heading closer towards Creed. Smiling, the girl knew she had pissed the other female off and was about to get hit. Only, Creed was much quicker than the other girl. Her eyes shot to the brunette, followed with her tentacle, pushing her back against the wall with a loud thud. ”Now, now. Don’t be jealous. Wait your turn.” Creed continued to watch the girl behind her limbs of darkness. Her purple eyes would continue to watch the girl as her third tentacle rose extended from her back, the tip pointing into a razor sharp point. It hovered for only a moment before swiping inches from Creed’s face and piercing the male’s heart. A dark purple glow engulfed his body, slowly evaporating back into the tentacle until his life slipped from his eyes. Then the body fell. Creed withdrew the tentacle, but not before she used the same one to strike the screaming girl’s chest. Her body fell limp the second her limb struck the girl. Her soul was quickly absorbed, feeding her darkness which should keep them happy until the next meal.

With a satisfied grin, Creed withdrew all her extra limbs, sucking them back into the open wounds only for them to turn back into scars once they had vanished. She didn’t want to cause attention whilst wondering the streets of Traverse Town, and so, she would walk around as her human self. The saviour stepped out onto the hotel’s balcony. It overlooked a shabby old alleyway with cobblestone flooring. The view was nothing special, so Creed found no reason to linger around. She sucked in a deep breath of fresh air before her eyes shot to the right upon hearing four gunshots, followed with hysterical screams of agony. Her lips curled. She liked the sound of this.

Without hesitation, Creed leaped from the balcony and gracefully landed on her feet as she hit the floor. Her head turned towards the location where she heard the screams before she casually walked towards the alleyway to where she heard faint voices. Her pacing slowed as she approached the corner. There were two men talking before the sound of another gunshot caused her to flinch. Oh the excitement which filled her veins was pumping! She wanted to rush in there and cause havoc, but the girl took a deep breath. No, she must wait this one out. Although she could only hear two voices, there could be many more hiding behind the wall. She made be strong with the help of her darkness, but if there were more than six men lurking behind the corner then she would have a tough battle on her hands.

”May I be aware of who’s in my presence?”

Damn it. Her stealth ability wasn’t as highly skilled as she thought it was. None the less, Creed wasn’t afraid. How could she tackle this situation? If this guy who summoned her had a gun, it would strike her faster than her using her limbs of darkness to attack first. She had to tread carefully until she fully addressed the situation.

Slowly her head appeared around the corner of the wall. Her eyes were wide showing fear and curiosity. There was a tall man standing there with dark hair. In his hand was a gun. This was the one she needed to watch out for. Her purple eyes flickered to the other man crumpled against the cold stone floor. Stains of red dotted his clothing, showing up mainly on his thighs and right arm than anywhere else. Another man, a younger one, was lying lifeless on the floor next to the shot man. Creed wanted to narrow her eyes at the sight. What a waste of a soul. Creed’s body came into the alleyway upon addressing the play before her. Her dark fingers clasped around her lips, her eyes wide with shock and glossy with tears threatening to escape from the view before her. She was playing innocent. It was a safe bet. Play the innocent girl who has never seen a dead guy before. That should save her from being shot. For now, her tentacles would have to remain hidden within until she decided to show her true nature.

”I-is he...dead?” Creed let the words muffle from behind her hands. Despite her fearful eyes remaining locked on this murderer, Creed was fully aware of the dying man next to the dead on. He would soon be gone judging from the amount of blood loss. She would certainly like to taste his soul and feed her darkness before they began to gain an appetite. ”Please. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. I won’t tell. If he were to let her go (not that he really had a say in the matter), Creed would find another hiding place and wait to strike the dying man when the threat had gone. If not, then she would continue to play innocent until she grew bored of this game.[/ul]

[Deleted]

There were times where Shiro was wrong; there truly have been some errors he has made. The analyst was fond of predicting what was next, therefore he found himself deciphering on what was about to reveal himself/herself/itself to the intellect. Judging on the fact that he was specifically guided here by the heartless to investigate the presence, he imagined something powerful. The man recalled one of the most powerful dark beings being a Behemoth, a heartless that Ansem had pit the soldier against to prove himself. That dark being was awfully huge, so he foresaw a bulky man such as his leader, or maybe even a creature. Since the dark being had no alliance to the heartless, he expected to see something completely chaotic or something that had a consciousness to tell itself to not align with the heartless. What a terrible choice if it turned out to be the latter, because that mean they’d have to encounter Blackout in a not so friendly way. Everyone had to learn their consequences, he supposed.

Out of everything he was expecting, a slender woman was not what he expected. White hair in a purple attire, with purple eyes that would draw any ordinary man into a deep gaze. Blackout, however, was no ordinary man. Due to the lack of knowledge of positive feelings, he failed to recognize his attraction to the woman; therefore his mind didn’t lose focus on what he was looking for, which were answers. No weapon visible, nothing suspicious other than the unordinary long fingernails and the uncommon attire.

This can’t be the dark presence.

Oh surely it is, Blackout…

With the confirmation of his dark sensing ally, the soldier merely stood and watched as the girl put on an act. What was with all the dishonesty? It seemed like everyone he had encountered today didn’t practice honesty. Shaking his head slowly, the analyst narrowed his eyes on the woman while speaking, ”Did you believe that because of your gender, your punishment for being dishonest would be any different than these men…?” Pointing the gun at the white haired woman for a short moment before putting it back to his side, Blackout slid it back into Valor’s holster. ”I have nothing against you, however. Although, I suggest cutting whatever you’re trying to pull with me, as honesty is the best policy, right?”

It was hard to believe such a petite figure could contain such darkness, but he was simply going with what Fear had whispered to him in his head. Her nails and attire were what truly made Shiro not question the conclusion, though. With that in mind, the man took a bow to show respect to the powerful dark being before him, sealing the fate of the man behind him as he gestured towards Chug, ”Yours.” Whatever was next, Blackout decided to lean his back against the wall nearest to him, avoiding any blood splatters if there were. Taking a good amount of air in, he exhaled it out, expressing his tiredness. He had been looking all night for his target, as all he was told that the presence existed in Traverse Town; no specific area; no assistance. Now that he had saved a man and found his objective, he was thankful that the searching part was over. Relaxing his composure, he simply thought about what was next.

---

Word Count of Post

560

Tag

Creed

Actions used

0

Abilities used

0

---

[Deleted]

[/font][/i][/b] She thought to herself. Despite her fearful expression, Creed was dying to punch this man in the face. Had he no idea who he was messing with?! Who was he to threaten her with a cowardly weapon!

Her purple eyes followed the gun to its holster. He withdrew his weapon, showing no more threat against her. Yet the longing of wanting to steal his soul still lingered. It was the sheer rudeness of the man and his thought of being in control here which rattled her. A devilish smile crept on her face as he spoke of honesty. Creed dropped the act. Her hands fell to her sides and her eyes lost their innocence. He was no fool, she gave him that. He was not backing down from his initial thought that she was not as sweet as she appeared to be. ”But there’s no fun in being honest.” Creed’s voice had altered from the one she first played. As well as her pose shifting from innocence to confident, so did her voice. It lacked the sweet childish ring it first had.

The man who threatened her bowed. Was he mocking her? Creed pulled her head back and narrowed her purple eyes in his direction as he moved to one side, allowing her to do as she wished to this dying man. Regardless if he was in fact mocking her, he knew the way to her heart. There was nothing more she wanted from a guy than a living breathing person whose soul was begging to be devoured. Forget flowers and chocolate, this dying man right here was the perfect gift. She cocked her head to one side and gave the dark haired man a soft smile. ”Aww, you shouldn’t have. She clapped her hands together like an excited child would when setting their eyes upon a new toy. ”I didn’t know my birthday was today?” She grinned as she approached the man on the ground.

As she passed the gun wielding man, her purple scars on her back was visible from the gaps in her unusual clothing. She usually hid her scars from sight with her dull purple cape. Creed decided to ditch the cape due to the fact only superheroes wore capes; and she was certainly no heroine. It was that thought and that she no longer needed to hide herself from people. Creed had learnt to accept who she was now she possessed this cursed gifted to her. Her scars were there for all to see and question. Only when she let the darkness within them free, did people truly understood where the scars came from.

The dim light cast her towering shadow over the wounded man – who was trying to back away from the approaching girl with his only good arm. Since his other limbs were useless, he wasn’t going anywhere fast. She lowered herself to his eye level as she reached him, smiling softly. He was about to speak up, maybe scream or tell her to back off. Whatever words were about to spill from his mouth, Creed quickly hushed them. ”Shushhh. It will all be over soon.” Creed pressed her long black finger against his quivering lips. This much was true. It would be over for him soon, but Creed liked to play with her food.

Smirking faintly, Creed stroked the dying man’s cheeks with the back of her fingers. Her sharp nails leaving a faint mark of red in their wake. It could have been painful, but Creed could see that if she extracted blood from his cheeks it would take away the pain from his bleeding wounds. Her smile faded. ”You’re so cold… Creed turned her gaze from the dying man to the one leaning against the wall, her eyes narrowing. ”Did this mean old man do this to you?” Creed’s voice mocked. ”Want me to seek your revenge?” The man didn’t speak. He was unsure what was happening right now. Creed could see he was disorientated from the lack of blood. His life was slipping from her. Usually she would want to torture her prey a little while longer, but she was only losing yet another soul for the ever hungry void.

It was no good. She couldn’t let this soul go to waste. It would satisfy her darkness even longer. Who knew when she would be able to feed her babies next? Standing up straight, she exhaled a dissatisfying sigh. Her wounds stretched open and slowly her darkness spilled from within forming the shape of claws; one of which stroked under the chin of the fearful man before it pushed upwards, piercing through his chin and out through the back of his skull. His body fell limp, but Creed struck another dark limb through his chest, this one being a sharp tentacle rather than a claw. His body twitched from shock. Soon engulfing into a glow of deep purple as his soul was absorbed into her tentacle. Once they had eaten their fill, the lifeless body was tossed on top of the younger body next to him.

The two dark limbs flicked off the red liquid which had trickled from the bleeding man. The blood spattered along the floor, adding to the already stained ground beneath her feet. She turned on the spot, grinning at the remaining man. There was no more hiding. He now knew who, or rather what, she was. Playing the dumb bimbo was no longer a game to be played with this man. She needed a new game to play.

”So who do I owe thanks to for such a lovely meal?” She pressed forward. Creed was no stranger when it came to getting in people’s personal space. She loved to watch their expressions as she drew close. However, knowing this man was armed Creed was smart enough to leave a meter or two between them. A tentacle found its way up and around the man’s lower leg, toying with his emotions. She wanted to make him sweat and make him feel somewhat helpless. For now, she wouldn’t harm him. Unless he asked for it.[/ul]

[Deleted]

Fun? The man raised an eyebrow at that comment, as he didn’t know what “fun” really was nor the justification it gave to being dishonest. Clearly, the two did not share the same mindset. For what he knew of fun, it was some feeling that children received when playing board games with their friends. So to reply to that, he used such knowledge, ”Your words shouldn’t be looked at as a mere game. Dishonesty sparks hatred, or do you prefer the company of foes?” The soldier spoke in his calm tone, no raise or descend in the volume of his words has occurred since he had arrived.

What happened next was disturbing to say the least. The black haired man simply watched as she toyed with her subject. The man thought that she would’ve taken what she wanted quickly, but no; seemed as if she wanted a conversation with the obese Chug. She was quite the devious one; he could tell. Her sinister grin, her shy smile to the offering, and the way she messed with the man before slaughtering the thug. Was the first puncture necessary? Killing the guy with the second blow would have been a lot more reasonable and efficient, but the woman’s tactics gave the analyst the impression that she had a caring for gore and brutality. Blackout was once confident with his weaponry and skills, but as her tentacles of darkness revealed themselves, he was feeling less confident in the possible situation where she’d attack him. A single bullet wouldn’t take her down.

Compassion was the soldier’s weakness and that was what got to him. Her weapons erupted from scars along her back, meaning that her tentacles were the reason those open wounds turned to her markings. Perhaps they hurt? He had recalled an earlier event in his mind, where he had met Karma in Twilight Town. She was so used to her bird injuring her where the pain was almost nonexistent. However, Shiro was not one to withhold his thoughts unless he had reason to. Therefore the man slipped his hand into his pocket and took out a piece of white cloth. Once the woman in purple approached him, he locked his blue orbs to her purple ones. ”When you extract your darkness from your back, do you bleed? You can have this if that’s the case; you don’t want to get infected, right? I insist,” the man said as he closed the one or two meters with his extended arm, offering the piece of soft cloth in his palm. The material was folded up into a napkin-like structure, so it would definitely be enough to cover the potential bloody wounds, after being ripped up of course. ”Plus it fastens the scarring process.” If she didn’t take it, he’d put it away back into his pocket in exchange for something else. The soldier could feel her tentacle feel up his lower leg, which was definitely an odd feeling. Whether it was a friendly gesture or an aggressive one, it was indeed alarming.

Glancing down at it for a second, he went back to locking eyes with the woman. ”Blackout. And if you don’t mind, I’m going to reach for my knife. Your little friend down there; I don’t know what to think of it, but it definitely ensues some paranoia for myself,” the soldier replied to her question before pulling out his magically enhanced combat knife. He didn’t want to come off as hostile, but he wanted to be prepared. ”I have no idea who you are, miss, so I just like to be prepared; which I’m sure you can understand. Mind filling me in…?” Shiro Utuago added as he held his knife to the side, casually, with the exception of a firm grip in case she tried to disarm him. As his thoughts stirred, curiosity finally got the best of him, which happened once in a while. ”When you withdraw your weapons, does it hurt?”

---

Word Count of Post

663

Tag

Creed

Actions used

1?

Action 1: Withdrew combat knife just to be prepared in case she strikes.

Abilities used

0

---

[Deleted]

[/i] as such, but gifted, was the term she liked to use. What Vinx gave her, this cursed magic which was so fearful in her home world, Creed could never return the favour to him. Expect kill him with it. Her so called ‘friend’ had it coming to him. Despite her powers causing a change in history to her home by murdering her own flesh and blood which were the royal family which she was once a part of. Creed never regretted accepting the darkness. But to call it an infection was insulting, even if he was referring to just her wounds.

She eyed the white napkin he held out for her, closing the gap between them with his extended arm. Creed had seen this before. Suspicion grew as to what was actually the main purpose of this offering. It must have had some sort of chemical which could either knock her out upon inhaling, or an unknown power with the ability to suppress her darkness from emerging. It looked like just a plain napkin, innocent of any kind of destruction is made cause her. Creed’s eyes return to his blue ones. ”You’re so generous.” She smiled, taking the napkin with caution and placing it in a secure location. She didn’t need it. Creed’s wounds never bled. But thought if it were to be used to cause her more harm than good then she would want to keep it from harm’s way.

Apparently his name was Blackout. It was an unusual name, one which formed a question on the tip of her tongue. ”Blackout? Is it short for murderer?” Her head gave a nod in the direction to the younger male in the small pile beside them. The name wasn’t his real one, surely not? Not that she cared for his name. He was probably hiding it from her for protection reasons. A name, real or not, mattered not to her. It was only the pulsing soul behind a name which interested her.

Although the guy showed no strong signs of paranoia with regards to her crawling tentacle against his leg, Creed grinned as he admitted that he was uncertain of her touch. He removed his knife, warning her before he done so. This attracted her attention away from his face and down to his hand which grasped the knife. There was something odd about the object he held. Creed could feel a weak pull towards it. Magical, maybe? She would put her life on it that it was no ordinary knife. Her eyes returned to his gaze, cocking her head to one side. ”Do I make you nervous, Blackout?” The tentacle which stroked his calf moved up his arm containing the knife. It slithered around his wrist, touching the blade for a brief moment, teasing him.

She could have tried to take the knife, disarming him here and now. It would be useful if he were to suddenly strike out of impulse. Some people did tend to attack her when she pressed the wrong buttons. Blackout was in a good enough range to strike her in a vital organ if he so wished. It should scare her, but she found the danger of it all exciting. Besides, if she were to remove his knife, who was to say he would pull out the gun and use that instead. It would work in both close and long distances, so she would be better off if he had the knife.

Unknowingly, Creed was biting lighting on the tip of her tongue which peeked from between her lips. She was having so much fun toying with him she was drinking it all in. Her eyes fixated on his a little while longer as he asked more questions. Creed gave a small rapid burst of air from her mouth; a half hearted laugh. ”Relax, Blackout. You’re making me feel unwelcome.”. Her tentacle pulled back from his wrist and knife and found its way back to her, resting upon her open hand. Her other stroked the dark limb before it recoiled behind her, resting upon the ground.

Creed took two steps back before turning on her heels and placing herself upon a large wooden crate which was conveniently left sitting in the alleyway. Her feet dangled over the edge, swaying against the wooden box as she placed her hands either side of her, griping its edge. Her four additional limbs hung over the sides like deadweight. Their pools of the void within still stirring as though one was looking into outer space, watching the vortexes twist and swirl with one another. It was a mesmerising sight for those who had never seen darkness such as what she possessed.

”Creed. I suppose you can know my name. Not that it will matter much to you by the end of the day.” She gave him a wink, smiling playfully at the dark haired man. What did she mean by that exactly? Well, she would no doubt be hungry again in the next hour or so. If no one else came to offer themselves on a plate for her, Blackout was her next course. She watched his face to try and see what he thought about that. Would he attack her? No, not right away he didn’t.

Creed went on speaking. Her lips formed a pout, thinking about his question before shaking her head lightly. ”Nope, no pain at all.” It was as simple as that. Creed had never felt the pain as and when she withdrew her darkness. It hurt her dreadfully when the gift was inserted into her body, but since then nothing. Unless, her darkness grew a strong appetite which required taking it out on her, then it hurt. But he didn’t need to know about her weaknesses. That was a rare occasion. Usually people flocked to her like moths to a flame. It was easy to find souls for the void she fed. ”However…I can’t say that the same pain isn’t felt to those who are on the other end of them.” Her smile widened, her purple eyes watching him. ”Would you like to answer that theory for me?” A single tentacle hovered from its dead position, waiting. She knew what his answer would be. Who in their right mind would want to be her test subject?

The girl tilted her head to the right, eyeing his psychical appearance. He seemed fairly normal. Maybe he was just an ordinary human being, much like most people which seemed to wonder around on this world she was currently in. ”What’s your story?” She asked. ”Why did you shoot them? Did they owe you munny?” Creed jumped to the conclusion. It may not be the answer she would get, but it was as good as any guess. There was some time to kill, why not get to know her snack beforehand. [/ul]

[Deleted]

”They don’t even share the same letters,” the man replied, taking the shortening of his name a tad too literally. However, once it kicked into him that she meant otherwise, Blackout felt like scoffing, but kept the same expression with ease. ”It’s all I have.” The man then took his free hand and grabbed his dog tags that swayed to the wind along his neck. Gesturing for her to examine it, it showed the only identity that Shiro had to call himself. If a person were to mention his real name to Shiro, he’d just be flabbergasted by the idea and probably shoot whoever for mocking his identity crisis.

<:- SEC- 8385 -:>

<:- BLACKOUT -:>

No glance was needed to know what her tentacle was up to as it crept up to the soldier’s hand with the knife. Eyes remained with hers, not leaving her orbs for a second. There was something fascinating about her eyes, as he never imagined purple to be a typical eye color, based off of everyone he had encountered; yes, he did notice and kept a mental track. The intellect’s head was like a computer; so free of space where all the meaningless data could be stored. The curious one wondered if he had his memories of his past, would he be able to have a strong enough mentality to process everything. ”You keep me thinking; I’ll confirm that. Nervous? No.”

As she retracted her little friend, the man observed the woman as she walked over to the crate and planted herself on it. Unwelcome? He had given the sick and twisted woman an offering and she felt that way? If she didn’t feel unwelcome by then, he didn’t know what would, so he simply let the comment go right through one ear and out the other. The color of her tentacles turned out not to be as purple as Shiro thought when he fixated on them from a view. It was simply marvelous, like he was looking into a starry sky. Was that pure darkness? If so, it was beautiful. It didn’t drag Shiro’s attention long, as the woman, Creed, was a threat. Especially with her latter comment about how it wouldn’t matter. Oh, he’d remember and it definitely would matter. If she assaulted the soldier, he’d surely live and track her down; put an end to her, unless it was against the mission. Speaking of which…

Creed is the source of the dark presence...? What is the next objective?

Ansem is a busy guy, boy. Message delivered. Waiting for a response…

Refer to me as a b-

Yeah, yeah. Don’t call you a boy. Got it…

Fear was a condescending annoyance at times, but what could the man do? They were in whatever situation together, as that heartless was bonded to the soldier’s body. It was best for the two to get along as the more his heartless companion whispered to him. Since there was no current objective, Shiro guessed he’d just have to buy time with the young lady until he knew what his exact purpose was to do with her. It was a relief to the compassionate man that it didn’t cause the woman pain, especially since she must have used them for combat quite a bit. Whether or not she was in pain, she sure caused a lot, he concluded by her next statement. Was she joking or was she just that sadistic? Raising an eyebrow at her question for a second, he glanced over at the pile, particularly the top one, before replying, ”There is enough evidence to support a conclusion that there is pain for the receiving end. No experimentation needed.” In all honesty, if there wasn’t enough evidence to support that claim, Shiro would consider her offer. In a nonlethal way, of course, but curiosity was one of Blackout’s strengths and weaknesses. Curiosity killed the cat, but redemption brought it back.

Creed seemed to be a curious feline as well, asking the man of his story. Simple response given, ”Don’t have one. I would’ve given you better identification for what you can refer to me as if I did. I, unfortunately, don’t possess any memory from before a month or two ago.” Why was he being so open and honest with the dangerous Creed? Why not? Blackout had nothing to hide, which was the disappointing part. Plus, perhaps trust could be gained through explaining his backstory, not that it mattered to him, really. However, if the upcoming objective involved trust as a factor, it could be beneficial.

Owed Blackout money? What did she take him as? A common street thug? The soldier was anything but amused. ”They gutted a small girl, a daughter to man, right in front of the father’s face; tied up the living victim and ran. Not too hard to track down, but I refused to follow them into the sewers. I preferred the analytical approach of examining a map of the sewage system,” he explained, tilting his head as a gesture towards the pothole that was close to one of her tentacles, ”They rose from that, and after many thoughts about it, I deducted that the obese man that you slain wasn’t going to run far; and the Second District was the safest home to criminals and, no doubt, the place holding the highest record of criminal activity. Therefore, I headed west and caught them at the nearest pothole, giving the father what he needed; justice.”

Relaxed enough, the soldier departed from his spot on the wall and straightened his composure. Cracking his neck to feel comfortable, the man started to pace as he felt like he needed to move. During his movements, his eyes quickly assessed the areas he had not been focusing on; making sure no danger was near. Stopping in his tracks after a couple more seconds, he returned his attention to Creed, who was still at her previous position. ”How about you? Where are you from? You’re clearly not from here, Creed.” Creed seemed unpredictable and chaotic, so Shiro had to remind himself that she was to be focused on. One minute of gazing into the stars could potentially cost his life at the hands of his company. Instead of doing such, he gazed into her eyes, his thought process slowing down. Something about her eyes intrigued him, whether the mystery of her eye color or the mere beauty of them. Who knew?  "So what drove you to the point of acting with me?"
---

Word Count of Post

1077

Tag

Creed

Actions used

0

Abilities used

0

---

[Deleted]

[/i] idea what had happened, surly? Creed just couldn’t get her head around the fact that his memory had been taken from him either accidently or by force. The dog tags he showed her only gave him the name ‘Blackout’, the same name he gave her verbally. It was the only thing he had that spoke to him about his past, Creed assumed anyway. He could still be lying and trying to protect himself. Why? It mattered not to the young woman. A name and a background history from Blackout didn’t really interest her. The reasoning as to why she decided to stop asking questions. She didn’t care.

Creed glared over to the two dead men as Blackout spoke of their dirty deeds. They killed a girl, an innocent young child. That hit Creed. The thought of Vinx trying to force her to murder her own younger brother played on her mind. She could still see those puffy green eyes of his as he hid behind the curtain as she took Vinx’s life. Poor Karv; he had no idea what was taking place or why. His sister had changed her hair colour, her eyes and she gained cursed magic. Not only was his parents and older brother gone, but so had Creed. Karv had no one now. To think he would probably been better off dead angered Creed. To even think such a horrible thought of her younger sibling made the girl want to punch herself. No, he was better off alive. Karv still had Creed. She was still saving his life and his world by collecting souls.

Her trail of thought snapped back to where she was now with Blackout nodding to the pothole beside her. He had clearly thought their criminal activity through to the very detail of knowing where they would be and when. He spoke about justice for the father who had lost his daughter. Creed snarled at this. ”Oh you’re not one of those people are you?” Her eyes rolled, leaning back against the wall withdrawing her tentacles back inside for better comfort. ”What’s the point in getting justice for the old man? Those two clowns would have died eventually, you just quickened up the process. As for the girl…well she’s probably in a better place, away from all this…light.” Creed flicked back a strand of her white hair that had fallen in her eyes. As much as she would rather not know about how the young child died or anything else about her, for that matter; Creed would rather an innocent child not get involved in adult’s conflict. Creed was cruel but murdering a child was beyond even her.

Blackout started to pace around the alleyway, stopping and returning his attention back to her. It was a good move, because Creed was started to contemplating whether or not she should strike him whilst he let his guard down. Her body relaxed again after noticing she had pulled forward from the temptation of striking him. Her smile widened, playing innocent as though she had remained rooted the whole time.

”Ding-ding, you got it!” Creed gave a click of her fingers and pointed at Blackout, throwing him a wink for his correct guess. ”I’m from a world where I was banished, practically. They didn’t like my new look and my parents decided they wanted me dead. Harsh really, isn’t it?” She pulled a pout, sulking at the thought. He didn’t need to know the ins and out of her history. ”Oh, I was also a princess, too. Bet you wouldn’t have ever guessed that, eh?” A little chuckle passed her lips. No one ever did consider that she was once royalty. But who would have thought this creature she had become had even been considered taking the throne.

He went on with his questions, asking her why she decided to put on an act. Creed shrugged her shoulders before pushing herself off the crate. ”I don’t know, Blackout… She walked slowly towards him, watching his face up close, staring into his blues eyes to search for a new sense of emotion. Her face moved from left to right, never moving her sight from his eyes. ”Maybe I was scared you wouldn’t like me for who I am?” She found herself smiling lightly. Her little fang pressed gently against her bottom lip as she continued to watch his thoughts.

Creed lifted her right hand towards his face. The tips of her black nails found his cheek. She paused after running them down his skin halfway before pulling back her face with a displeased look. ”You do like me, don’t you?” Creed, the ever flirtatious dark being, was always playing with men in such a way. Reminding him that she had her claws against his face, Creed pushed them, but not enough to cause any damage. If she moved them then there would be blood. If he moved his face, then there would also be blood. He had to answer carefully.

A slowly pulsing purple glow emitted from the smooth gemstone which was located below her throat. Creed didn’t need to glance down at it to know that the darkness was starting to stir within. It was a warning light; telling her that the void was feeling forgotten and empty. It required more souls for her to feed them. The hungrier it got, the faster it would pulse until it turned black. That was then it would take it out on Creed. For now, she was safe. A slow pulse warning would give her at least another hour to play with Blackout.[/ul]

[Deleted]

”That’s nature. Justice isn’t served through it; only an innocent man deserves to pass away by aging. Hell, I deserved to die over that little girl; I’ve done more harm than her. Life isn’t fair, alas, but if I can do something about it to change that for just a moment; I will,” Blackout explained his perception of the situation. What caught the man’s attention was her comment about how the daughter was better off away from all the light, a deluded concept in the blue eyes of the soldier. Of course, the two of them didn’t think alike; but at least they agreed on that light was overrated.

At the confirmation of his educated guess, the analyst took a small moment of pride for it. Whenever Shiro was notified that he was correct on whatever, there was always a small part of him that praised his mental process. How could he not? The analyst wasn’t perfect with his conclusions, so taking a sliver of a second to mentally notice that didn’t hurt. It wasn’t like the man was cocky or anything; just finding out that he was correct always gave him some sense of satisfaction. Creed seemed like a woman who had gone through a lot of shit; but at least processed it out enough times to the point where she could just shrug it off. That earned Shiro’s envy and sympathy; the jealousy of her ability to remember and the pity that she was sentenced to death by her royal parents. Clearly, Creed wasn’t one to mess around with as assuming her family had an army at their disposal to follow the King and Queen’s commands; Creed was still standing, no? She could have escaped, but seeing the white haired woman’s behavior lead to Shiro’s quick hypothesis that the army was the one that needed to escape. ”Indeed; my condolences for you, miss. And no, it doesn’t surprise me. Princesses, in the books, were imagined as beautiful and dressed in clothing that a peasant couldn’t ever think to set their hands on. You fail to break the stereotype.” Was that the man flirting? No; at least Shiro Utuago didn’t notice it or recognize it as such. All he was doing was stating facts, in his head.

The man, if he had a sense of humor, would have found her answer to his latter questions hilarious. Smirking at her response, as it wasn’t completely impossible to tickle Shiro’s funny bone, he commented, ”I’d take a sadistic woman who I could see eye to eye with as company over a girl who would be afraid of me; where I’d have to look over her. Just how you are; you’re the lesser of two evils.” Out of all the actions that one could do, her next set of actions actually came off as intimidating in a calming way. Flirtatious to some, dangerous to another; perhaps she was standing her ground by pushing into an armed man’s cheek, using her sharp nails. With her question, however; it seemed as if she was expressing her dominance over the soldier, looking for the man to say what she wanted. Blackout thought that her question was slightly ridiculous and unnecessary, as he figured she’d make the man bleed if he said the wrong thing. Creed was not going to get it.

That was due to the fact that midst their conversation, the analyst had been examining the area with all of his senses. He had recognized that they were in an area with high criminal activity at the time span that held the most recorded criminal activity. The duo were not the only threats lurking on the streets. Footsteps were faint, but the man could hear the very faint thumps of shoes hitting the ground; there were multiple men heading their way as they spoke. They stopped, so it ceased Blackout’s attention for the moment, but as soon as Creed asked if the man “liked” her, the temperature from the right direction of his increased slightly. It wasn’t normal.

Let’s try something new…

So in response to the woman’s question, without moving slightly; yellow bright veins started to appear on his neck, erupting from his skin in a light, but thick metal, covering his face at a very fast speed. The nails of Creed’s rose as the metal became thin enough to separate the woman’s claws from the man’s cheek to finish the process. ”You keep me thinking,” said the helmeted man in a dark voice, sounding like the combination of Fear and Shiro’s voice. Instantly, the man spread his arms towards her as if he were going to embrace her, caring not of how Creed would react; only caring about Creed’s physical condition as massively large fireball sped towards them from the dark alley. Quickly, the yellow metal took shape of his whole body, taking the burning heat and roaring fire of the magic for her. The dense covering retracted its self-back to the neckline once the fire was gone. (-6 HP; let’s say.) It was some strong magic, no doubt about it, as little flames caught onto flammable objects around them.

Despite Shiro’s condition, his head turned and narrowed his eyes at the dark alley from which the projectile came. What walked out of the darkness were seven men, dressed in the same style Chug and Smoke had. Four were casters and the other three had daggers, holding it in the same way as Smoke. It wasn’t hard to tell since four had books and the other three had weapons.

”You killed our beer guy and his lil’ bastard!? You two fuckers are going to get it,” stated the caster with red hair, who seemed to be the head poncho due to the fact that he stood in front of the others. The caster started to recite a spell, but was interrupted by the tip of the blade of a combat knife puncturing his forehead. The caster fell to the ground, dead silent.

”I don’t care for sweating in the night,” the voice behind the helmet stated. Assuming that Creed wouldn’t probably appreciate the soldier shooting them all down, (she seemed to appreciate the last live offering), Blackout wasted no time and dashed towards the group. Tackling a caster down to the hard pavement, the soldier bashed his fist into the caster’s head, creating a K.O. before he rushed into a one-sided fist fight with non-casters; all three at the same time. Blackout would come out on top. It was pretty ballsy to mess with the duo of dark forces without even greeting the two; a mistake that the gang would never forget.

---

Word Count of Post

1112

Tag

Creed

Actions used

3

Action 1: Summoned Fear’s physical form.

Action 2: Summon Ability

Action 3: Ability

Abilities used

2

 

Fear- A heartless that stems from its source, a tattoo of a heartless insignia. It connects with its host (reading thoughts, communicating mentally with the host), being able to whisper to nearby heartless and is able to connect to other heartless of its type. There is no physical appearance until it becomes one with the user temporary, creating a physical helmet that protects the head. It also combines the voices of the user and the heartless itself; for Shiro’s case it is this.  The summon only officially takes place when it becomes physical, as the tattoo can never die unless it is killed by another heartless. The HP only applies to Fear when he is physically summoned; and when his HP is zero, the physical form does not return for the entire thread and the only move usable would be the Whisper. Fear holds a higher position among heartless, therefore has a say to heartless that follow the command of Ansem. 

[HP: 10 Cooldown: 4 turns.] 

• Harden-: Fear’s physical yellow shell covers Shiro’s entire body for a turn, allowing all the damage to go to the summon rather than Shiro. The suit is very slim and has no design other than showing off the muscle definition of the man. Fear must be physically summoned.
  [Cooldown: Two posts]

Knife Throw Lvl1-: The ability requires the Way of the Soldier stance. Blackout throws his knife at a rapid speed with a 60% chance of hitting. [Cooldown: 1 post]



---

[Deleted]

[/font][/b] Creed waved her hands to stop any further conversations from taking place. ”Are you…flirting with me, Mr Blackout?” She wanted to laugh. The guy looked so serious that Creed took it for a slip of the tongue. Regardless if he meant no flattery, Creed continued to play on his words, teasing him that little bit more. ”Oh, wait. I see…” A single black claw tapped against her lip, reading him with her stare before curling the same finger around her chin. ”It’s the princess status, isn’t it? Everyone wants a bit of the royal goods. I usually get compliments when I mention the ‘P’ word. But…” Creed dropped her hands and closed her eyes with a depressed sigh. ”I’ve got nothing. Nadda. So, you can stop the polite act.”

Of course, none of this was true. She knew as much as he did that his words were an empty shell. There was nothing meaningful about it. Well, that’s what she had hoped. Blackout had either an expert poker face by not showing any signs of anything as the words spilled out, or he had an expert poker face and meant it to a degree? Creed didn’t dwell on the thought for too long. She had other things on her mind.

When Creed approached Blackout, placing her nails against his cheek, she watched her prey with hungry eyes. Where was his emotion? Where was the stiffness of his body? The fear which should be swimming in his blue pools that were his eyes? Disappointment clawed at her gut. This was not the reaction she wanted. Creed, unknowingly, narrowed her eyes by a fraction. The lack of fear pouring from his body had upset the girl. It raised the question…was he not afraid of her? Her lips parted. Creed was about to speak and question his bravery. That was until something caught her attention.

Her eyes shifted from his, turning downwards to the sudden appearance of a metallic yellow crawling onto his skin. It started on his neck, and quickly started to mask his face. Her hand withdrawn from his cheek the second the cold touch tickled under her black nails. This…this was not something she was expecting. Creed was unsure what was happening. Blackout was clearly more than just a man seeking justice. He was a man with power…a strange power which transformed him into a metal monster. He spoke from behind his newly formed mask, answering her pending question. She kept him thinking? What was that supposed to mean? Dropping the subject completely, Creed was more interested in Blackout’s new form. Even the tone of his voice had altered; it had become deeper and somewhat frightening. In fact, this whole transformation worried her a little. Creed had never seen such magic. This type of magic would defiantly be cursed back home.

Before Creed had a chance to say or do anything, mainly back away from Blackout, she found herself being embraced. Arms wrapped around her, confusing the poor girl. Had he really thought that with all her flirting that Creed meant any of it?! A reaction like this was not on her agenda, and she was about to put a stop to it. Her hands pressed against his chest in a defensive manner. Growling under her breath, she started to push only to stop after a sudden burst of flames surrounded them, or rather, him. His body had shielded Creed from the impact of the fire, only allowing the intense heat wave through. It lasted as quickly as she blinked. The fire had vanished as quickly as she had seen it, only the lingering heat remained on her face once it was all over. Even that didn’t last all that long.

Did he just…save her?!

Assuming it was safe. Creed gave a forceful push against Blackout for him to back off. The girl was confused over everything which was taking place. Blackout’s face decided to hide behind a yellow mask. He reached out and protected her from what seemed to be a fireball. And then there was the question as to where the hell this ball of flames came from! Nothing was making sense right now. Her eyes narrowed at Blackout, cursing him visually for touching her and protecting her from something she could have probably handled. Although she was grateful, Creed refused to show appreciation for his kind gesture. With her reputation, Creed wasn’t used to being a damsel in distress. Nobody had ever protected her like that. And to be honest, she wasn’t entirely sure how to process the thought. She couldn’t thank him. That would make her weak and in his debt. Creed was never in anyone’s debt!

A bunch of dark figures emerged from the shadows of the alley, soon to transform into seven men. Creed smirked as her eyes laid upon the seven souls which begged for her to take from them. One of them spoke, seemingly the leader of the group. Creed placed a defensive hand to her chest, her fingertips touching just below her pulsing gem. ”What did I do?” She asked after being accused of killing the two men behind both Blackout and her. Granted, she played a part. But Blackout would have gladly destroyed both of them if she hadn’t had come seeking for souls. The same defensive hand fell to the top of her stomach and formed an accusing finger which pointed to Blackout. Without saying a word out loud, she mouthed the words “It was him” at the seven men, seeking the deaths of the two which killed their friends.

Just as one was about to cast a spell, a dagger found its way into the mage’s skull. She watched the body fall to the ground, accusing him mentally of trying to kill her with the powerful fire attack. He could have been the one; her eyes turned upwards and towards the other three who seemed to also have magic. It could have also been any of them. Blackout wasted no time in storming forward. He struck one, smashing his head against the floor followed with Blackout’s fist. The mage wasn’t getting back up, she could see that much. As the battle took place, she couldn’t help but eye up the men ready to drink their souls. At least Blackout didn’t kill one of them, so she had at least one offering there. Her purple gem began to pulse a little quicker. Creed had time, but how much, she didn’t know. She needed to zap these souls from their pointless shells and keep her babies happy.

The dark girl was more than happy to kick back and relax as Blackout took centre stage. She was about to push back against the crate to get into a comfortable seat until the three dagger wielding men started to approach her. An unfazed smile remained on her face, turning her gaze from the dark haired one, to the blond haired one and then to the other brunette. ”Hello, boys.” Creed said, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear. ”Have you come to play?”

One of the mend grinned, the brown haired one of the group. ”Yeah, we’ve come to play with you. What did you want to play?”

Creed pressed a finger against her lips, pretending to ponder over the choices of games. There was only one she considered. ”How about…” Her arms dropped to her sides, her hands out stretched as her dark tentacles poured from behind her back. Two of which slithered against the ground, lifting Creed’s body up from cobblestone path below her with the aid of her additional legs. Her own legs dangled from midair until she raised twice the size of the men which stood before her. She pictured their worried faces, grinning down at them as they considered how to handle the woman. ”Catch!” With that said, her third tentacle formed into a claw, gripping one of the dead bodies which Blackout had cornered earlier. With a grunt, she pulled forward the dead weight, tossing it at the three men, knocking one over and hitting another in the shoulder. Creed shook her head, disappointed with their playful attempts. ”I did say ‘catch’!”

The game had come to a end as quickly as it had begun. The two remaining men crept closer to the thirteenth foot woman before them, but at the same time kept their distance from her reach. Not that her ability to reach them was any issue. If she wanted to, Creed could stretch her darkness a further six feet from the additional thirteen they stood at now. They were expandable and highly required for her to have an edge over any battle. Without them, Creed would only have to rely on her combat skills. Her right hook was good, but her dark magic was better.

The two remaining tentacles swirled freely along the ground, slithering around the feet of the two men, teasing them as she could quickly wrap around their puny ankles and kill them on the spot. But, no, Creed enjoyed the game. Her body remained lifted from the floor with the help of her other tentacles. The two men were careful to step over her slithering darkness as they approached the lifted girl. Their daggers in hand, ready to fight as they watched her and watched those arms of hers. Creed giggled, like a little school girl. This was, oh so exciting for the death craving woman. Just toying with these men brought great pleasure. She was so fixated on the two moving men that she forgot about her surroundings. Her face lit up an orange glow, and continued to get brighter as a ball of fire hurled towards her. Her purple eyes widened at the oncoming magic spell. Clearly one of the mages had got free from Blackout and decided to try his luck on her. Only, Creed wasn’t expecting it.

A painful scream ripped from deep within her throat as the ball of fire smashed against her lower stomach. The impact forced her lower from her tall position, but yet still standing taller above the two men. Her hands reached to her stomach, finding the burning pain which embraced her body from the hit. Distracted with her pain, one of the dagger wielding men took a swipe at one of her two tentacles which lifted her up. The knife sliced through like it would butter if it were hot enough. Her body fell from the height, like a tree being chopped. With a hard thud, Creed fell onto her side, wincing as her body crashed against the solid floor. She barely had time to push herself to her feet before the blond haired man pushed the sole of his boot against her throat, keeping her down. Although surprised at her current position, Creed would show no signs of weakness or fear. Her tentacle may have been sliced in half, but they grew back…and at a rapid speed. These men had nothing against her.

A strong pulsing sensation echoed through the pit of her stomach. Was it the burn from the fireball? Creed shook the thought away. No. She had felt this pulse before. Her eyes fell down to the man’s boot. Under it was the gem which indicated the darkness hunger. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel their desire for souls. It was feeding time, and Creed couldn’t afford to mess around with her food any longer.

With one swift motion of her upper left tentacle, it found its way around the neck of blond haired man. She pulled him backwards, causing him to stumble and scratch at the loose she had created. The dagger fell, and Creed reached for it, gripping the handle and holding it to her side as she stood. The other man came for her. His arm raised and dagger ready to swipe at the girl. Glaring, Creed pulled the blond haired man before her at the last minute, using his body as a shield who felt the full force of the point of the blade, finding his friend’s chest and draining him slowly of his life. This angered her. He was a potential soul. Now he had been stolen from her. ”Time to feed.” Creed smiled a sadistic smile. Tossing the dead blond at the brunette, who happened to dodge the body, Creed pushed her tentacles against the floor and pushed herself up and over the man, flipping and landing right behind him.

He turned on the spot, spinning and meeting her eyes before she spoke. ”Hello.” She winked playfully, her facial expression dropping to an all serious look with a click of the finger. As her expression changed she forced a hand around his face, followed with a strong push of her darkness, puncturing his chest. Blood splattered against her face and clothes, but she cared not. It was his soul she wanted, and the sight of blood had no impact on her. Creed had seen more than enough blood in her life that she had become immune to the red stain of life. Once the darkness had had its fill, she dropped the body. It wasn’t enough, she needed more. The hunger started to claw at her insides, begging for another soul or two. She turned, casting her eyes towards Blackout and the mages.
[/ul]

[Deleted]

(Shiro went for the daggered men originally, but no worries; I’ll roll with it. And lovely post, I must say.)

”Flirting? If honesty could be considered flirtatious, perhaps? It wasn’t my intention,” the man stated in response. What the hell was she talking about? Shiro was just stating a fact, but maybe it was the remark on her appearance that lead to her concluding that it was the man’s way of “flirting”. Till that day, the memory lacking soldier didn’t fully understand the meaning of it nor how it worked. On her latter explanation, Shiro felt like he should have been appalled. No matter what status one withheld, the man would act like himself and speak the honest truth; nothing would change that. The soldier had no care for the fact that she was a princess. Raising an eyebrow at that comment, he responding, ”I care not for your royalty or “goods”, whatever those may be. That would be acting, no? It’s safe to assume that the stranger you’re looking at has no fondness of acting, not even exaggerating; I’m no hypocrite. I only speak my mind; take it for whatever as you wish.”

…

The fight was still ongoing, but like stated before; Shiro Utuago was not going to fall to the likes of thugs. Midst the battle, the thugs were getting tired of countering the soldier, so they started to feel a tad impatient. Two of them threw their fists at Shiro’s face, trying to get the man down by ganging up on him with synchronization. Ducking slightly to avoid the swings, Blackout slammed his open palms into the chests of two casters, knocking their books out of their grasps. The muscled man pushed hard, changing their direction of motion to the opposite direction; their bodies stumbling into the wall behind them. Blackout leaped forward and grabbed both of their heads from the sides, and forced the skulls into one another; putting a temporary end to two of the fighters.

The analytical fighter was more than displeased with his performance as the two easy knockouts cost his ally some of her physical wellbeing. At the sound of Creed’s scream, the disappointed man whipped his body around and extended his arm, opening his hand as if he were reaching for his combat knife. Orbit rushing his magically enhanced weapon, the knife emerged from the corpse and rushed towards the gravity manipulator. Before it would come back to his orbit, the strategist decided to take the enemy caster out of battle that injured Creed; flipping the blade to aim towards the soldier before sending it right into the caster’s shoulder. The rush of the knife was not stopped, however, dragging along the caster in agony with it to its owner. The screeching man, right in front of the soldier, felt the pain of the removal of the blade from his flesh. Taking a firm hold around the caster’s neck, Blackout put the blade of the knife to the lips of the head locked man. ”Your mouth injured her, must I silence it?” the voice behind the mask asked. Shaking his head, the caster watched Creed feast on his fellow members. ”Fair enough. I will distract it.”

With that, the soldier grabbed both arms of the caster, twisted it to the point of a snap was heard; one at a time. Letting the caster go to suffer in agony, Blackout returned his attention to the bloodied up Creed. With all the breathing gang members defeated in battle, Shiro locked eyes with the dark princess, a white light emitting from the visors. ”I suggest making it quick if you care to continue to converse with me. I have no reason to watch this.” With that, the helmeted man walked off, slipping his bloodied up knife back into his pocket; assuming what would occur if he stayed. ”Use that cloth for the burn.” the voice was heard from a distance, the first time his tone elevated slightly.

Out of the alleyway and back onto the streets, Shiro Utuago walked over to a nearby bench and merely sat down. He didn’t want to leave the premise, since a mission with Creed wasn’t assigned yet. Although, he was also tired; that was a part of it too. Killing was tiring.

I have received your next objective… Ansem wants you to not harm this one. She could be useful to us…

So the man could leave if he wished; question was what would he do?

---

Word Count of Post

751

Tag

Creed

Actions used

2

Action 1: Ability

Action 2: Kicked Ass

Action 3:

Abilities used

(1)

Orbit Rush

---

[Deleted]

[/font][/b] Creed winced. Her hands pressed against her chest, calming the pain which the darkness was causing. They needed souls, and quick. The tentacles began to twitch, slowly at first, before they started to wrap around Creed’s arms and legs. They wanted her.

Turning her back to Blackout as he spoke about making her desires quick, Creed needed to hide the pain her face expressed. She couldn’t show any signs of weakness. Not to him. Not to no-one! Her eyes looked over the area, finding the first man she took out with his dead friend. With a quick pace, she stood before him. Her hand reached for a tentacle which started to coil itself around her neck. It was easy enough to remove from her body, as the hunger hadn’t driven the darkness insane just yet. With a heavy push downwards, she placed the darkness into the man’s chest, ripping him from his life and soul. Creed looked over her shoulder. Just the one wasn’t enough. She spotted another four which seemed to be breathing, and so, realised all four of her tentacles and allowed them to pierce the men all at the same time. With dying screams, the men were quickly taken from their body and into the void, quenching the darkness’ thirst.

Creed dropped to her knees, a sigh passed her lips as relief as she felt the darkness within her ease away at her chest. They were content. That was good. Her head fell back, breathing in the fresh air with closed eyes before she opened them again, searching towards the dark sky and admiring its beauty. Creed wasn’t much of a romantic, but she loved staring up at the night sky and their beauty spots which were stars. Her eyes took a liking to one particular bright start which seemed to be flashing faintly. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on this blinking star before it vanished so suddenly, never to return to light again. The thought made Creed a little sad. Some said the stars were actually different worlds. Worlds that she had never imagine existed, up until she stepped foot outside of her own. If that was a world dying; would that happen to her world if she stopped stealing souls required to keep the darkness at bay?

The thought was depressing, and was beginning to put the dark girl into a foul mood. Dropping her eyes from the night sky, Creed returned to stand on her feet. Blackout had walked out of the alley, leaving her to deal with the remaining men. With nobody left to deal with, she turned and started to walk in Blackout’s shadow. The pulsing her gem reflected had come to a solid purple glow. The darkness was happy, and would remain happy for some time. Creed was once again in a safe zone. It was time to continue playing with her new friend. No. Not friend. Creed doesn’t have friends. The last time she did he tried to kill her. Blackout was something else. He had saved her, had assisted her in battle, nothing more.

Back to her sadistic jolly self, Creed intertwined her tentacles together, twisting two against two until they merged into large dark wings. The same space like void continued to swirl within her newly formed wings as what her tentacles did. With a grin, Creed took to the skies, eyeing Blackout below as he sat down on a nearby bench. She smiled her wicked smile, careful not to reveal herself in the air to soon. Slowly, she lowered herself behind the masked man, trying her best to suppress her giggle. Her hands reached towards him, pausing when she thought he would turn around and spot her. When she find the right time to move again, Creed hooked her arms under his arm pits and took back to the air, dragging the man with her regardless if he wanted to go or not. This would be her new game, until she got bored and would probably decide to drop him. ”Hope you’re not afraid of heights.” It should have been a question, but was more of a statement. If he was, then she wouldn’t care. In fact, she’d play on his fear if he admitted he was.

The air whipped against Creed’s face, pushing her pale hair back, revealing her pixie like face. Although she was careful not to hit any sign posts or chimneys during the flight, Creed wanted to strike a little fear into the man by flying as closely as she could get. She wanted to see emotion from Blackout, she wanted to sense that fear she longed for so badly. Creed needed him to be scared of his position…of her! ”Woops, almost.” Creed smiled, pulling upwards to divert smashing into a brick wall. She flew up and hovered as she reached the roof top, releasing her grip from the man to allow him to stand on the tiled roof.

Her eyes searched his face, seeking for that emotion she carved. Where was it?! ”Oh.” She pointed a finger, remember suddenly. Creed reached into her pocket with her black claws and removed a white cloth, tossing it towards Blackout with a flick of her wrist, but not before wiping the semi dried splattered blood from her face. ”Here’s your cloth back.” Her feet touched upon the roof with grace, walking two steps forward before her feet remained perfect flat against the grey tiles. ”Thanks you…for the cloth. Not for the fact that you stole those souls from me!” Creed growled. It was two men he stole from her, but it was better than none. There was a hidden meaning in her sudden angered voice. It wasn’t really the men she was angry about, but the fact that he saved her…twice, it would seem. It wasn’t a feeling she could digest. The thought of being in his debt remained seated heavy against her stomach. [/ul]

[Deleted]

Of all the stars in the sea that he called the great night, the dark blue eyes under the glowing white visors stared at one that flashed brighter than the rest. It was marvelous how even things that appeared so similar found ways to show their difference. From the texts and lore he had found in the libraries of Traverse Town and Twilight Town, it was said that each star represented a beating heart of a world. When it went out, Shiro’s eyes made contact with the cracks in the pavement. The soldier wasn’t sad, but he sure felt negative. It was also said that the survivors of the loss of a world were brought to Traverse Town; told to him by Ansem and confirmed in writings of many. To think that his old life, his past, and everything that he could have ever loved just disappeared and became an empty spot in a starry sky. Out of the many he had talked to on Traverse Town, none had come from a world where they recognized the soldier’s dog tags. That could mean he was the only one left of his homeworld’s destruction; the ghost of the forgotten.

The pessimistic thoughts were interrupted by none other than Creed; he didn’t even approach her? The intellect thought that his own curiosity would have got him to chase after her, but no; she willingly came. The mischievous woman was up to something unusual however, as Shiro turned his head to catch her in a paused act of touching him in some way. Normally, Blackout would have gotten defensive real fast, with a pistol aimed at one’s head, ready to fire. However, the man had a knife in his pocket. If she pulled something, it wouldn’t take him more than a second to get his weapon out. ”You decided to not depart from me…? Interesting,” the voice under the yellow helmet thought out loud as he turned his head to look back at the stars.

Was it a dumb move? Of course not, the man was on edge almost 24/7; assessing the situation and his surroundings all the time while thinking about several other things AKA multi-tasking. The man’s head was a computer browser with several tabs open, all pages active too. Not thinking was something that the intellect considered impossible. He had made several experiments too, all with the same result; not happening. There was nothing Creed could do to scare him, as the only thing that scared Shiro was being in a situation; not knowing what to do. The only thing that would possibly startle the soldier was killing him, but he’d take his chances with her. Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea?

Slaughtering Shiro instantly wasn’t Creed’s first priority as he thought, determined right when he felt her grab onto him. ”I have a feeling that you’re trying to humor me,” the helmeted man commented in response to her “worry” of him being afraid of heights. Legs dangling, one could look at the analyst and assume that he was helpless; asking themselves why wasn’t the held man in fear? That analyst would beg to differ, as he wasn’t helpless. Blackout had reflexes that would react to the dangers that Creed seemed to be putting him in. If they actually collided with the wall, Shiro would have kicked his feet out and planted them before impact. If she were to drop him, he would simply alter his gravity so he wouldn’t just plop dead on the sidewalk. If she were to do something else, if she wanted to fight mid-air, the gravity manipulator would surely find a way. Efficient at his first time? No, but he’d figure out a way that would suffice.

Upon contact with the roof of a building, Shiro Utuago regained his typical composure. Now that he was on a roof with surely nobody but Creed, he felt safe enough to remove his guard. Just with that thought, Fear retracted the metal back beneath the soldier’s skin, all the way back to the heartless insignia tattoo. Reflexes on point as most times, the dark haired man caught the former white cloth with one hand and returned it to his pocket until further use. Was she showing appreciation for that? Interesting; even a demented woman such as herself found it in her to say “thank you”. Surely, it would not go unnoticed. Those thoughts quickly dispersed at her complaining about the two lives he had ended. Fair enough. ”No thanks necessary,” the man replied with his usual voice. ”And my apologies, Creed. The first one; I was unaware of your desire. The second one; I felt like I needed to take him out myself as he could have greatly injured you. Selfish and irrational it was, however; so I apologize for my actions of immaturity.”

That being said, the honest intellect sat down on the side of the building, letting the back of his combat boots knock lightly against the window below them. Scooting over a little bit, he removed his feet from the highest window’s view. Hopefully he hadn’t woke anyone up. The last thing the man wanted was another unwanted encounter, especially a hostile one. That potential issue wasn’t the most focused on thought running around the head of the soldier. It was why Creed had bothered to bring him up there in the first place, especially in the manner that she did. Amazing it was, for her to have the ability of flight; but he doubted that such a powerful being as herself lacked the strength to transport him to the rooftops safely. Perhaps she was trying to prove something? Or was it to maybe scare him? Either or seemed slightly ridiculous to the analyst; as she didn’t need to prove anything to him. She didn’t need to put fear in the man as well, since he knew well enough that Creed was not one to mess with. It was an interesting subject, though, so his curiosity got the best of him once again. ”I’m curious. Why bring me up here? And the journey up here, was your intention to make me fearful of you? Or am I missing something?” Shiro asked, head turning slightly to see his conversational partner for the evening. ”As I’m sure you don’t expect me to believe that a powerful being such as yourself had a hard time carrying me.”

It had been awhile since he sat on the rooftops in peace. There was something so calming about it; something that made the atmosphere so appealing. After visiting Twilight Town, the man found it so bizarre that a sun would never rise in Traverse Town. It was very unfortunate to the residents of the world as the sun was a lovely view. Well, he guessed that they wouldn’t know what they were missing since they all had most likely never seen such beauty. Speaking of beauty, he felt like it was a proper time to address a possible insecurity that she had exposed earlier. ”What got you to believe that I was only saying what I had for the ‘royal goods’, you said, yes? As I confirmed earlier, I was only stating facts. Would it be possible that you thought I was deceiving you because you don’t believe in what I had said, yourself? If so, I wouldn’t let that possible lie that you tell yourself bring you down; as you’re wrong.” Blue eyes locking with her purple ones, he told his perception of the truth. Shiro wasn’t a fan of the concept of opinions; thought they were useless, but he understood them. However, when the intellect believed in something so much to the point where he declared it a fact; anyone who’d disagree with him would be wrong, and he wouldn’t mind pointing that out. To Creed, the latter of the soldier’s words could come off as flirting, hammering in the face that she was gorgeous to him, or pure nonsense. Plain and simple, it was just a subject on Shiro’s wandering mind that he felt the urge to bring up and speak his peace; nothing more.


---

Word Count of Post

1358

Tag

Creed

Actions used

0

Abilities used

0


---

[Deleted]

[/font][/b] Creed initially had to contain the burst of laughter the man had stirred in her stomach from his ridiculous remark. How could a low life scum, like the ones they had just fought, have a chance at causing her a serious injury? She should have slapped him right there for his stupidity. The girl wanted to, but he could see where he was coming from. The girl had two on one at the time. The mage came from nowhere. That scream, that was nothing more than a little wind of surprise. To think that she was actually hurt and could have been worse off, Creed was insulted. ”You should be sorry.” An accusing finger pointed towards his face. ”Sorry for thinking I couldn’t handle myself, back there! Next time, leave ‘em to me!” She scolded. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a next time. If there was, she may accidently pierce Blackout’s heart if they were to fight side by side again.[/div]

Her narrowing eyes followed the tall male as he moved to a seated position. Creed, continued to glare at his back as he shifted his body before she decided to turn and look over the edge of the roof, withdrawing her wings as she moved. Her black boot slid towards the roof’s edge, her toes peaking over the top as she leaned her upper body forward to study the street below. Traverse Town was a quiet and peculiar place. Not many souls seemed to wonder the streets here. Something frightened the people from stepping foot outside their four walls. But what? Maybe it was her presence? No, she hadn’t been here more than six hours ago. The thugs she fought could play a part, but they were mere ants. Who would be scared of challenging them? Her mind began to wonder as she noticed a flickering lap post in the distance. Maybe there were darker things here other than herself? The Heartless were known to venture to different worlds to try and swallow them. Maybe that’s what scared the people here? 

Creed heard his curious questions, but she only moved her head a fraction his way, her eyes remaining down along the street searching for something…anything. A few seconds passed before she decided to start answering back. Shifting away from the edge, Creed carefully walked towards the ledge where Blackout sat. She remained standing, looking down at him before extending her arms out and turning up toward the dark sky. ”I thought you would appreciate the beautiful view. That’s all.” She spoke, before grinning down at the man. ”Powerful? Aww, aren’t you just full of compliments tonight? Keep it up and I might start liking you. She threw him a wink with a cheeky peak of her tongue sticking out in a playful manner. Of course, this was far from the truth. Creed had no intentions of falling for him, or any guy, for that matter. She had better things to preoccupy herself with. 

She walked behind him and bent down to his level, reaching her arms around his head. Her hands reached for him face, the tips of her fingers pulling against the corners of his mouth and forcing it into a smile. ”I just wanted to see you smile... Her hair fall around her face and she leaned forward, staring at him from an upside down view. ”There. Much better. You should smile more, mardy bum.” She let loose a giggle before tilting her head and frowning suddenly. ”Did you not find it exciting?” Creed pulled back her black nails, allowing his forced smiled to fade into a natural pose for the serious man. She walked around him, speaking as she placed herself not too far from Backout. ”So tell me, Blackout…what excites you, exactly?” Without facing him, Creed turned her purple eyes in his direction, smirking, awaiting his answer to her open question. 

Whatever his answer may be, she didn’t care. Creed would pretend to take an interest, but after all, he was a no-body to her. Although regardless for her lack of interest in Blackout’s ideas of fun, this could well be the longest time she had spent with another human without slaughtering them. The guy should feel be proud, but worried. Creed was a ticking time bomb, and could decide to turn on him at any given moment. It all depended on how quickly she grew tired of the man. 

He went on to speak, brining up a subject they engaged in before they took a time out to let off some steam. She watched him speak, taking in what he was saying before looking away into the distance before her. She wondered as to why he was bringing this back up. Did she really come across as though she was self conscious about her looks and how others saw her for a place in line to the throne? If she did, she didn’t mean to. Creed had never really thought about her looks or how others saw her. The white hair, purple eyes, black nails…this look she had wasn’t beautiful to her. In fact, she considered herself ugly compared to what she was once was. People were scared of her now, so it wasn’t the norm for guys to approach her or use flattering words the way Blackout had. She put on a forced smile and leaned back, keeping her eyes away from his. For some reason, she didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to show him anything her face might reveal. 

”I don’t lie to myself.” Her voice was stern and serious. Not the usual tone for the childish Creed. ”I couldn’t care less if you were deceiving me or not. I’m used to that, so what difference do you make?” It was true. People did betray her; her one and only friend, Vinx, her mother, father and brother. They all wanted her dead for one reason or another. Blackout was no different. She couldn’t trust a word that spilled from his lips, and why should she? Creed was a liar, a cheat and would stab people in the back the moment they turned. It’s what she fallen victim to, so what’s to say the new people that she meets aren’t any different than her? Blackout could be a terrible liar, despite his constant serious tone and formal choice in words. If he was lying about everything he revealed about himself, his thoughts and facts, he was doing a damn good job at convincing her it was all real.

[/ul]

[Deleted]

Whatever appreciation he thought she had, she started to show less and less. Maybe she was being sarcastic with her expressed gratitude? Well, if that her was her wish; may as well respect it. ”Fair enough. As you wish, no assistance in possible future encounters with one another.” Blackout didn’t know if he had it in him to just stand by and watch the younger woman get blasted with magic if there turned out to be another situation similar to the last one. However, a pest he did not care to be; therefore as long there was no mission to protect the dark girl, he’d let her have it if that was what she truly wanted.

”I do. The night sky can be the most calming and relaxing thing in a universe full of chaos and agony,” the man replied to her explanation. Not only did it calm him, it eased his thoughts at times; slowed down the pace of the intellect’s insanely fast mental process. Perhaps a balancing took place when his eyes locked with the abyss called space; a head full of something balancing with a whole lot of nothing. Maybe his un-thought thoughts traveled throughout spa- Actually, the concept was becoming more ridiculous as Shiro thought about it, so he dismissed it entirely. Eyebrow raised at her next three spoken sentences, he asked in return, ”Why do you think it’d matter to me if you were fond of me or not…?” Why would the man care? It was certainly not part of the mission, so it seemed simply odd of her to bring up the concept of liking each other. Especially with the wink… What was she hinting at?

Blackout was not a big fan of one touching his face, even though it didn’t faze him. However, forcing the serious man to crack a smile wasn’t something he was pleased with. It was annoying and unnecessary to the soldier. The hair in his face didn’t help either, he thought as he glanced up to make eye contact with the white haired woman. At least the reasoning wasn’t to spark fear into him, but her reason; he questioned if he actually preferred it over the other. ”I have no reason to smile. It’s an unnecessary facial expression when there is no reasoning behind it,” the calmed face spoke as he returned to his typical look. The question of hers confused him; excitement? Did she mean his hobbies? And if he had none, what should he have said? Deciding to focus strictly on the emotion itself, the gravity manipulator replied, ”Excitement is foreign to me, Creed. How about yourself?” Shiro felt obligated to return the question. Maybe the meaning behind her asking it was to eventually talk about herself? If so, the soldier had given her the opportunity to speak her peace.

The analyst couldn’t help but notice the quick shift in her tone. Perhaps behind all the charades and acting, he was finally speaking to the true her. Hopefully he wasn’t, and it was just a serious topic for her; as the man would just hate to find out she had been lying to him. However, parents wanting to kill their own daughter was something that was hard to pull out of the ass and act jokingly about. The intellect found it intriguing that she found her parents wanting her head humorous and the topic of deception not. Maybe she just wasn’t fond of her folks? As always, answers would come within time. Patience was key. Regardless, he sympathized with the woman on her troubles with her past. If his trust was broken with another; the answer would surely be a bullet to the one who had betrayed him. Trust was an aspect of life that Shiro held with high importance.

The analyst also noticed that this was the first significant moment where she wasn’t parading her sinister grin around him. Shiro must have struck a soft spot in her. The soldier felt a tad guilty; questioning himself, whether he should apologize or not. ”For one, I can assure that I am not. Second of all, regardless if I was; I shouldn’t mean anything to you. Whether the memory of me is a burden or a pleasantry; I should have no significance to you whatsoever. When you dwell on something, its unnecessary weight; it slows you down. That’s why I am always on my feet; I care about nobody, dwell on nothing. Nothing in this universe can be used against me. I find it that as long as your mentality is strong, you have a higher chance of achieving. My fear is that one day I’ll find out that I can care for one; then I’ll find out I’m just like the rest of you. The symbol on my helmet; it represents what I stand for; the heartless. My other fear is that my fear of feeling will fade away and I’ll start to accept the idea that I could possibly just be lacking a heart.” The soldier’s hand moved to the part on his chest where anatomy books had told him where his heart laid. Maybe it was nonexistent for the last son of the Utuago bloodline. Rotating his head, he once again locked eyes with the one who called herself Creed. ”And regarding trust; you’re better than the ones who broke you. You’re still here. Correct me if I’m wrong; they’re dead. They had it coming.” Turning his head, he once again gazed at the stars. If the two killers were anything alike, they both knew the penalty for stabbing them in the back, metaphorically or literally. Although it was an assumption, Blackout considered it a safe one.

Something sparked his curiousity as he rambled, however; which caused the man to once look for her eyes and lock his dark blue orbs to her purple ones. ”Do you care for someone, Creed? If so, may I ask what it’s like?” The man she was talking to was truly lost.

---

Word Count of Post

1004

Tag

Creed

Actions used

0

Abilities used

0

---