Memories as ancient as the world itself. They entwined each other, enveloped the tiny layer that formed this world - they would go on and on, endless… charming and absolutely terrifying, all at once. All of this would happen soon, memories that would be better left untouched, rotting in the depths of his mind… but Sion did not know of that yet.]
- “So, does it go like this?”
[Turning the computer on (or rather, figuring how that weird machine that they placed on his room worked) was the biggest problem of it all, and for some reason he could understand whatever language it was set on. Magic, perhaps? This place had way too many mysteries that the young king of Roland wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to uncover. He looked at several costumes after struggling to find the correct program - apparently people had to dress up to be able to leave their rooms. A waste of time and money, really, but this wasn’t his primary concern. The costumes went from disturbing ones to designs that he had never seen before, including an apparently closed off file that said ‘access restricted’. What would have been normally left alone was touched this time, revealing a single costumed titled ’__dhero.001’ which Sion clicked on, unsure of what it’d do. It would be hilarious to see his complete incompetence with technology if the situation wasn’t changing quickly.
It was too familiar.
Too familiar for Sion Astal to be comfortable with.
Because he could feel the memories of the 「Hero」 eroding his mind again, now with a terrifying speed.]
- “This can’t be…”
[And yet it was. Regal clothes swapped for armor that covered him from head to toe, his silver hair covered completely as carmine cape flowed as if bringing clear signs of a bad omen. Would he lose his mind, too? It appears that whatever was causing this - Sion thought has he had no reason but to leave his room, pain consuming his body as he took firm steps, each of them making he want to scream in from the madness and pain within - allowed him to split his mind between him and Asruld.
Ah, but it quickly reached a point where Sion couldn’t identify what was ‘him’ and what was the ‘hero’ anymore. At some time, it all got foggy and merged together. He reached the point where his teeth were clenched together, maybe as a way to suppress the pain or to contain the growl - the screams of being in such a weak state.
Only a word left his lips.]
[‘Sion’ could feel it. The desire for more power and the fact that his own body lacked any - consumed by the sanity he worked so hard to avoid (or did he?) as swords as black as the night were summoned by him for apparently no reason, there were no 「Goddesses」 here, nothing at all to be done, nothing to search, nothing to obtain.
But how could he obtain anything?
For he is destruction.
The Mad Hero, whose only reason for existence was to end it all. And it would be done, swords reaching for the closest living existence as if aiming to immediately erase everything.
- “…I will bring this all to nothing.”
What had possessed him to leave his room on that day? Perhaps it had been the decaying, abysmal atmosphere? Yet, it was hardly like he could escape it anywhere within the hospital. Everything looked to be a stark contrast of what it had once been when he first arrived. Jack didn’t particularly want to make sense of it — and still, he found himself wandering.
Though, all in all — he felt uncomfortable. Or uneasy? Jack adjusted the eerily familiar clothing he donned this day. It was odd. He had found it and was overcome with wearing it! Though it wasn’t exactly for him, he had heard that others would dress up as well! Jack thought to join in the faux festivities.
Might as well, had been his simple reasoning when he rose.
Somehow — wearing the B-Rabbit signature outfit as…
“What was it?”
Oh. He had completely forgotten. It was something like that! He reasoned, white gloved hands on hips. He puffed his chest prior to his continued trekking down the corridor. He made quite a few turns, becoming wonderfully lost. It would provide distraction at least, twisting and turning down the mirrored halls of the hospital. It’s not as if he had much else to do. Sans adjust the black rabbit ears he had adorned. More so for his own amusement rather than the actual part of the costume. Dressing up as the B-Rabbit wasn’t exactly his first choice, but the one he found most amusing!
“If things are — oh!”
Had he heard the sound of metal? Jack furrowed his brow and poked his head around the bend. Someone was there but…they appeared to be searching themselves for something. Or someone? Jack pulled his lips into a pout, unsure if he should approach in the first place. But if he he didn’t and be found out — it would be suspicious, wouldn’t it? “Er..” He cleared his throat as if to announce his presence, though didn’t necessarily bring himself into full view. He had a foreboding feeling about this man. “Are you alright?”