|S O R A [cake] (ofheart) wrote in clockwork_rp,|
@ 2008-03-13 20:42:00
|Entry tags:||agito/akito::fangking, antisora::ofheart, mighty::awarmred|
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Who: AntiSora (ofheart) killing Akito (fangking) and Mighty (awarmred)~
What: Philosophical wonderings, with a break for lunch.
When: Right after Mitsuru (so this is... forward-dated) dies. D: ... So... Late nightish.
Warnings: Eeer. Most likely, graphic death(s) later on. Until then, confusion!
It was an interesting thing. The lights were off in the small, cut off area of the cafeteria, just outside of the kitchen doors - he'd found the wires and cut the power in the delicious-smelling room, if only so he could sit comfortably on one of the .... 'flat' chairs without wishing to hide - and 'Sora' was... thinking.
That was the second most interesting thing. His - 'mind' seemed clear, and though he didn't recognize anything that floated by in that space behind his eyes, it was still there. It wasn't just blackness with highlighted spots where hearts were located; he could honestly 'think' sit down and he could then sit. It was amazing. The suffocating feel of all of his kin had been second nature, but 'thinking' back, it hadn't felt very nice. Because he'd always known something was wrong and now...
That something was emphasized. Why was he feeling less empty than he had? The heartless, himself, was unaware of how he knew he was empty, but he did - just like he knew he was because he was gathering hearts for the Kingdom. For release. He didn't keep any of them. So why did it 'feel' like he was? A clearer mind, thoughts, words: these were not things he knew how to deal with. So he sat, and he thought, and he wondered. Wondered why he wasn't going for his heart. Wondered why he didn't 'feel' like going for anyone's heart, not really. Wondered why he felt 'scared' at that, whatever 'scared' was. It was an emotion. Emotions were for those with hearts... So did that...
No. Now he was just feeling confused. And as murky as emotions were, feeling confused came like second nature, albeit it was faint and detached, like he could say (say? Hah. He couldn't talk) he was confused, but when asked what that meant, he'd be... confused. How confusing.
And as the lights flickered on - fixing themselves, which was very strange, but very normal, too, because Heartless didn't have expectations, and he was a heartless - Sora hopped off his chair, only to scuttle under it like some sort of demented insect gone wrong.
Wrong... something was wrong...
-- A demented insect whose mind was stuck on repeat, claws wrapped around the metal legs as he sat, calm as he had on top, under the chair. Like it was normal. And it was. There was... nothing he was supposed to be doing. -- Wait, what? This hadn't happened before.