• day 7 •

[otherness]

[Roxas has had it. The food is-- well, it's fucking nasty, the books have been tampered with, and he can't seem to sleep in the usual places because of eldritch monsters, pissed off trees or Saix chiding him from the fog.

Dressed in a worn shirt and pants (thanks Castor), and no shoes, he doesn't seem too intimidating. But he's incensed enough to jump onto the nearest roof and start yelling.]

Hey! Whoever did this, I know you're listening, so put it back the way it was!

[Yeah, okay, sure. But then he reaches out, a flick of the wrist, and summons a black and white keyblade reminiscent of a clock's hand.]

It's not funny anymore!

[If there's another way to get the people in the shop to listen when he's behind bars, he's totally up for suggestions. Otherwise: yelling.]

Comments

[behisequal]

[He hasn't quite evolved to the "sinister" level. Once he starts indiscriminately killing people, perhaps...]

Oh, I have, and its current state is absolutely deplorable! They must know what they do only hurts us over and over. Always, constant torture and pain! When will it end? When will they be satisfied?

[otherness]

[... Yeah, that.]

It's not just the kitchen. I keep hearing stuff, and the forest is nasty, and... It's the people running this place, right? Can't we do something to make them stop?

[behisequal]

If we could, my friend, then this realm would be peaceful and without conflict--and would have been for years. [A man like Mu and any of the others who came after him surely would have brought it about if there, indeed, was such a way.]

However, yes, I fear the carnage is as wide-spread as you have heard, and I dare to wonder how much farther it may yet go.