Eye in the Darkness

He wasn’t alone either, for he brought a long a peculiar blond that was slightly shorter then him in height and looked far more intimidating with that set glare he wore.  He adorned a thin see-through nylon shirt that was black in color and hugged tightly around his body.  His sleeves were long, swallowing most of his wrists near the ends.  Below he wore pants that were decorated with fancy tribal-like designs that followed with glittering beads beginning at the ankles.  

Sora growled, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his leather jacket, ” Y’know Roxas, if you want to sell yourself, look lively!”

'Sell yourself', Roxas knew what he truly meant by that, 'If you want a good meal, make yourself approachable' was what he truly meant.  Roxas let out a haggard sigh.

" Rox, I may not know how the whole male prostitution thing works, but I know for damn sure a guy is not gonna fuck you if you continue glaring at everything in sight…and fix your posture!  Slouching isn’t attractive to them."

" Ug! I do not want to engage in sexual intercourse with—"

" You get what I actually mean!" he hissed, causing a bunch of people to gaze at them with curious glances.  Roxas understood, Sora couldn’t say what he really meant to keep the humans from getting suspicious.  Still, Roxas couldn’t see why they have to resort to this when they could possibly use other ways of getting food.

"  I do…but why can’t I just…do something like pretending I’m selling coke to fool someone?"

Another hiss erupts from the elder, ” Do you want to get yourself killed?!”

" I have a suit that can protect me from their bulle—"

" Which would cause a scene that’ll get this universe’s government interested in sniffing us out and once they find us they’ll experiment on us or worse!"

Roxas sighed with a frown.

" See?  You see how stupid that’d be?"

He just grunts, choosing not to answer as he looks away.

" This is better.  Lure them in, then take them someplace no one goes to and strike—or bring them home with you and strike there.  No one will notice ‘cuz this place doesn’t give a shit about the people living here in the slums," he went on explaining lowly as the reached a parking lot in front of a decent looking bar.

It was one Sora went to when he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the more wilder crowd.  Especially when they started playing dubstep—loud how he hated dubstep.  They messed with his senses.

Finally making it to the door, the brunette was just about to open it when he twists his head to face Roxas and whispered, ” Remember what I told you?”

Nodding, he began reciting his parent’s words, ” Stay calm, act casual and they won’t suspect a thing, but stay alert to possible dangers.”

" Good," with that he opened the wooden door and walked inside with Roxas following after.

At that very moment did Roxas begin to gag.  The strong aroma of perfume and heaven knows what else crawling up into his nostrils while smothering his sensors as he hacked away.  Sora gave him a pained look that only lasted a few seconds before a guy walked up to him and began talking.  Sora laughed, leaving Roxas behind as he pursued the stranger.

His eye was caught and held when he saw two men walk in. His ears shot up with interest; those two practically oozed trouble. Especially the blond one, who looked like he'd rather be…well, anywhere else. Vanitas snickered quietly, thinking how much alike they were at the moment. He tried to take a sniff at the pair, but winced as the stench in the place overwhelmed his senses.

                        who I was

                     before I turned

                            into a

He dropped his hands, pocketing them and acting completely unfazed by Vanitas’s confession, “No matter how powerful you are, people will always find a way to control you. The only way to avoid it is to be invisible, you know?”

And turn your heart to ice. But saying that wasn’t the way to gain friends, and if this guy was a dragon — and the smoke and the claws and the wings were all very reminiscent of a western dragon, certainly — well, he’d make a powerful “friend”.

Especially in roleplaying.

Everyone seems to belittle antagonists and flat out ignore the fact that they are downright dangerous and capable of murder. That’s not something you should be throwing over your shoulder without a care if you’re a roleplayer.

My character is NOT a kitten.

My character is NOT a soft-hearted little child.

My character is NOT a toy for you to degrade so it can fit into your shipping fantasies.

My character is to be feared yet respected for what an antagonist is.

My character should make yours cautious, or paranoid, or on-edge, or alerted to some kind of danger. Not automatically accepting and trying to pry into my character’s ‘misunderstood world’ and attempt to FIX my character and ‘save’ them from some kind of madness.

That’s not how interacting with any antagonist should go unless it’s discussed via roleplayer to roleplayer. Don’t try to be my character’s therapist or sympathizer unless we discuss that.

I’m tired of people brushing off my character’s malice like it’s nothing. My character’s actions towards yours should elicit a REACTION not ‘okay whatever ha ha lets move on’.

Angst and Trigger Warnings do apply to many of these prompts. Some are a bit silly and stupid thrown in.

Though he spoke lightly, he felt his heart clench at the thought of her; she was much too nice for his world, but that didn’t mean he didn’t long for her world. He just didn’t belong.

"It’s good if they’ve forgotten though, isn’t it?" he asked brightly, turning to face Vanitas again, and leaning against the jewelry store window, "That way it’s easier to fool them."

He leaned forward, pressing his hands against the glass, and allowed his eyes to slide to slide to the side, observing the other guy, who appeared to be less of a man and more of a bat.