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@cryogenicmuses / the second coming | FROM

"i haven't forgotten shit," dark growls, pressing a hand against second's chest. he's barely able to get a grip over himself, fighting against every bit of programming that is screaming at him to destroy. he DOESN'T want to destroy second though, not yet. "it's not even them i care about right now, unless they interfere."

"how'd you do it?" dark asks, prying his hand back. dark's ignoring how much his hand is trembling right now. he really needs a drink or something. or at least, to take several steps back before second grows a brain and attempts a second murder. "i thought you were useless. so how'd you do it? you still look useless to me, and i'm willing to take my chances that you won't attack me right now."

taking a step back, he rubs his hands together, before touching his wristbands. for some reason, making sure they're still there provides some sense of comfort, though not enough to settle his nerves. this entire situation had been a bad idea to begin with. this idiot kid clearly has no idea what he's doing.

@grislyintentions | KAFKA

space had always intrigued dark in multiple ways. it's the ultimate frontier, the big leagues in terms of exploration and travel, and a giant mystery he'd love to unravel.

he isn't entirely sure WHERE he is, this isn't a universe he's entirely familiar with. nor is he even directly in space to begin with, but it's close enough that the stars are practically within arm's length. he can't stop himself from staring upward in awe, inspiration finally seizing him instead of the usual lust for destruction.

not that it lasts long. dark can feel another presence entering the space behind him, and he's whirling around, whipping his blade out with a grimace. he should have expected to land in someone's actual home this time, though he never actually does. where he tends to land is always a gamble. the woman looks unremarkable at first, giving him the impression he could probably take her down if she proved to be a threat to him.

he moves, hoping she's not as quick on the uptake. with his blade out, he's swiping at the wall, only to be shocked when it does not immediately disintegrate like most objects would. somewhere in the back of his mind, dark faintly wonders if there are protections in this atmosphere against unique weapon types. it's disappointing, and more of a nuisance than he'd like it to be.

"that's disappointing," he sneers, letting his sword disappear as he turns his stare from the wall to the woman. he has no right to be caught off guard, really. that's not going to stop him from letting flames encircle his fist to act as his intended threat. "pardon the home intrusion, but you've gone and interrupted my meditation."

@heimskringlas: "interesting choice of name ~"

@streetwisetemptress

with a cloak around his body in an attempt to hide his actual form, he's stopping to watch the dancers. dark's familiar with them, the group at large being everywhere, he particularly likes the woman with the goat most. to be more specific, dark prefers the goat over her.

that's not stopping him from tossing a couple coins in her direction before moving to the side and crouching down, hoping to beckon the animal toward him. dark isn't entirely sure how effective it would be, since he himself is not used to animals. still, the goat is adorable enough, dark wonders what it would be like to pet it.

"nice kid," he comments, glancing up at the woman. his mouth twists upward in a smile. "where'd you find it?"

@heimskringlas | FROM

taking the clothes from loki, dark tosses his newfound hair to the side. then tosses again, and again, now wearing a frown as frustration takes over. dark clearly isn't used to having hair, or a fully formed body in the first place. the rest of the body is easy enough to navigate, since dark had ALREADY possessed those components before. all had been invisible to the naked eye, however.

it's the hair that's tripping him up the most. upon picking out his appearance, dark had figured long red hair would look amazing. it's amazing in theory, far more obnoxious in reality. wisps keep flying into his face, and the way it falls against the back of his neck is uncomfortable, making him far too aware that there's pressure where there hadn't been before.

grabbing a handful of his hair, dark tugs roughly, trying to stave off a sensory attack. it's almost tempting to rip it out, but he can refrain from that much. instead, he's glaring at loki, as though all this is entirely the god's fault that dark has to deal with the concept of hair for the first time.

"what do you people do with this?" dark snaps, holding a handful out. "how do i keep it from flying all over the place?" reluctantly, he lets it slide from his grasp as he moves to put the clothes on. they are far less obnoxious to deal with than the hair, though there's still a mild sense of discomfort in this area too. being forced to cover himself up for the first time is only a mild setback he can handle; the clothes at least are removable.

following loki into his room, dark makes final adjustments to the outfit. he'd like a shirt to complete the outfit, but as far as style goes, he really can't ask for anything better. loki had certainly delivered on dark's request, even if it is a temporary outfit. dark keeps grabbing at his hair the entire time.

"why does hair even have to be a thing?" dark grumbles. "i feel my intelligence withering away by the second because it's touching my neck." it's a touch overdramatic, though he'd prefer being overdramatic to having an actual meltdown. if loki can provide clothes, surely loki can help him fix his hair without completely removing it.