your kind // Kirito + Wendell {Blitz}
Jul 5, 2017 14:59:56 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jul 5, 2017 14:59:56 GMT -5
Kirito Miristioma
District Eleven
He's not the first. For the past few years shadows have been slinking from the dark depths of the coal mines into the hell fire of the games. One by one demons have been embarking with aspirations as insidious as the true nature of sin itself. Is this boy the next of such a spree? What's been happening in Twelve to turn such turmoil into tributes too terrible to speak of? Has the lack of victory finally shunted all light which can stop such events from developing? Has Snow sent them into despair worse than what any outsiders can bare witness? Where is the wickedness spawning from, and why is continuing to crawl to the surface? Silent the dark dream that Arbor may be involved does slip through Kirito's thoughts. He can't just watch any longer, he has to understand.
Steps lead him to the elevator and like a rush of wind he is descending towards his destined destination. With each floor which flickers by flashes of the past present themselves too strongly to be subdued. Skin is stolen from Carrita's corpse by the hands of a Twelve tribute, even her allies are left silenced by the slaughter. A hand falls forcibly over Kirito's eyes as he wills the warped wisdom he owns to stay in slumber out of mind. He's never been strong enough to keep it at bay forever, undoubtly the darkness will return from its dwelling again shortly with the same stolen skin.
The training center sits all but abandoned at such an early hour in the morning, Kirito knows such things from years of restless wandering. In a matter of moments District Twelve's most recent terror will materialize by invitation of Kirito's own hands. A blade not nearly as heavy as he's had to wield falls into his palms, a voice comes with it.
"What an interesting choice Kirito. I like it, but don't you think you should allow the one who won you all those fights battle here?" Kiri's voice is a cruel and corrupt as the last time they had spoken. Irritation aggravates Kirito's mind as he speaks within his own head to the monstrosity sitting in his shadows. "I have no need for your help demon, remember I was the only one to actually use the sword after I shut you up in your cell?" A hiss hurls itself from the shadow's lips as it sulks back off into its place. Steps draw Kirito's attention else where.
A sword is thrown to the approaching figure, a gesture from one demon to another. "Hello Wendell, I must say the things I've heard about you interest me. I want to know more about you, see more of you. What better way than a fight?" Kirito allows the boy to prepare himself, only one thing matters here. Discovering the exact nature of this boy, is he dark or just an ass.
Steps lead him to the elevator and like a rush of wind he is descending towards his destined destination. With each floor which flickers by flashes of the past present themselves too strongly to be subdued. Skin is stolen from Carrita's corpse by the hands of a Twelve tribute, even her allies are left silenced by the slaughter. A hand falls forcibly over Kirito's eyes as he wills the warped wisdom he owns to stay in slumber out of mind. He's never been strong enough to keep it at bay forever, undoubtly the darkness will return from its dwelling again shortly with the same stolen skin.
The training center sits all but abandoned at such an early hour in the morning, Kirito knows such things from years of restless wandering. In a matter of moments District Twelve's most recent terror will materialize by invitation of Kirito's own hands. A blade not nearly as heavy as he's had to wield falls into his palms, a voice comes with it.
"What an interesting choice Kirito. I like it, but don't you think you should allow the one who won you all those fights battle here?" Kiri's voice is a cruel and corrupt as the last time they had spoken. Irritation aggravates Kirito's mind as he speaks within his own head to the monstrosity sitting in his shadows. "I have no need for your help demon, remember I was the only one to actually use the sword after I shut you up in your cell?" A hiss hurls itself from the shadow's lips as it sulks back off into its place. Steps draw Kirito's attention else where.
A sword is thrown to the approaching figure, a gesture from one demon to another. "Hello Wendell, I must say the things I've heard about you interest me. I want to know more about you, see more of you. What better way than a fight?" Kirito allows the boy to prepare himself, only one thing matters here. Discovering the exact nature of this boy, is he dark or just an ass.
