:<lesser of the two evils>:<may.death.free.us[CREED, CLOSED] Aug 1, 2014 2:39:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 2:39:51 GMT -5
“Hey, dad, what does Shiro do in the military?”
“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-“
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?”
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Action 1: Ability
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.