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“ I am going to enact terrible violence. ” | For Kairi!
► ❪ CLEARING INBOX ❫
Striking black attire, distinct and enough to recognize, to know of the ruin and devastation left in the trails of those damned cloaks. It's not hard for imagination to take the singular line and weave possibilities of what may lay within the fog of that intent. Did he think this funny ? Burgeoning ire glossed irises a shade darker. Contrarily, the world seemed too bright, colours washed out as eyes narrowed, thin, sharp, seeking to pierce the black veil shielding features from the world. Fingers curled tight around the grip of flowered blade. Did this faceless, hooded goon think the rest of them were props to his little game of seeking needless, unending suffering ? She didn't understand.
What was this, that bubbled hot behind her teeth ? That stung her throat, blistered skin, and left her trembling ?
A spark of a slumbering rare flame illuminating tender insides, a type that often gets pushed down down down to mere cinders. An invisible hand reaching from it to pluck shimmering bloom from chest's confines, and let uncommon ugly feelings tread the surface of her heart. Her light — blinding / burning / a harsh glare — swelled up within it's container, driven by emotion, greater than any uncertain fear might've threatened her stance to waver. A shimmering molten river coursing though veins, boiling higher past the threshold, as though it would spill over the cracks and melt the ground she stood upon.
Ah.
Kairi was so tired and so very angry.
❝ For what ? For what ? ❞ she seethed. Accusation coated her uneven tone, low then cresting high like the thundering of crashing waves. ❝ How about you try leaving people alone for a change ?! Beat it ! ❞
@voidedgear
The world somehow managed to be both familiar and entirely alien to her. Mysterious but as warm as the eternal sunset colours painting the sky. Acclimating to Twilight Town was proving to be, in and of itself, a unique challenge. Yes, some time was clocked here while laying low during her escapade during the commotion on the islands but that was... different. A wholly separate experience of being marooned on a world unknown to her, hiding in plain sight among the people going about daily routine underneath the cyclical chimes of tolling bells. She's been around but she didn't really know the place. Who could say if this bistro was around the last time she wandered down these alleyways and streets ?
Kairi lasted two minutes gawking over the impressive professional grade kitchen - it must be, she's never seen so many seemingly high end appliances lined up in one place like this before - before attention turned to the recipes pinched between fingers. During their brief stop at the Moogle Shop, in the midst of her excitement and a desire to contribute to the upcoming activity, she forked over some munny to acquire a pair innocuous cards. The titles sat scrawled on the flat papers, detailing the puzzle pieces to Kupoberry Cheesecake and Moogle Mousse with Kupoberry Sauce. Nothing she'd heard of before but hey, trying their hand at new desserts could further test the newfound boundaries of Sora's apparent skill in the kitchen he manifested in the window of time they'd been apart. However, one small problem arose. Strawberries and oranges.
Sora had stepped out with the mouse ( rat ? regular rats were bigger in size than mice on the islands but who knows about anywhere else. and that big one — remy's his name, sora said — had looked mighty comfy perched atop her friend's bed of wild spikes for whatever reason, but he appeared friendly enough ) that ran (??) this place, off to briskly scour the nearby areas in search of missing ingredients. Maybe while they were out she could get a head start ?
Easier said than done. That was the hope, the dream, but alas not all dreams were meant to be.
The creak of the door hinges had a head whirling to face it, disheveled red and white locks swinging. Powdered clothes sat in a manner of disarray. A healthy dusting of white dislodged by the abrupt movement flew into the air, drifting flurries settling on shoulders, face, freckled nose and coaxing forth a small sneeze with a jerk of the arms. The fumble sent a few precariously perched containers free of contents clattering to the floor, newly honing reflexes kicking into gear just so, snatching a few wayward eggs rolling off the edge from meeting a similar fate.
Shoulders slumped, lined with defeat. Already she could feel it. Bones turning to dust with age, hair graying, crepitus settling in as the years were shaved off her life with each subsequent mishap. With an anguished groan, the eggs were placed on the granite tops back in their rightful place among the haphazard spread. ❝ ...I can explain. ❞
@valorxdrive