I've made mistakes [semi-open]

[sullenstallion]

Who: Dylas and somewhat open (to friends, to people who would stop by the labs late at night).
When: Mid-January, 2AM at night
Where: Aqures Ixen Laboratories
What: Dylas confronts his shadow—alone and in the dark. Concerned, his Moogle, Koporo, frantically searches for help. But will it be too late?
Warnings: Violence, swearing, definitely blood, mentions of things in his permissions post.

['I need to face it after midnight’. That’s what he’d told the Moogle lab workers, citing his Vampire job as his reason behind facing his Calamity Self so late at night. In truth, he hadn’t heard a lot about the process. He knew enough about it that he didn’t want anyone else there while it happened, at least. It was something he’d handle himself. After spending so much time in Ryslig, forced to endure horror after horror, surely it wasn’t something he’d need the assistance of others for.

He was wrong, and his decision left Koporo flying out of the lab, hurriedly seeking out Dylas’ “friends”, waking them if he had to, urging them to come to the laboratory. ‘Dylas is making a big mistake, kupo! It’s really bad, kupo!’

When the first person arrives to the labs, they’ll find two sights instead of one. Dylas is always the first sight. He always stands at over seven feet tall. The obsidian black claws on his hands always look ominous, as does the way his face always contorts when it snarls. His long periwinkle hair and matching tail flow behind him as he takes a defensive stance against the opposite figure, a mirror copy except for three notable features: the Calamity version of himself isn’t fatigued, and his purple eyes are glowing forebodingly.

Dylas glances in the direction of the first person to find him, his ears flicking in the direction of arriving footsteps. There’s panic in his eyes, and then resolve. He’s clutching his right arm, part of his jacket burned away from a previous blast and leaving burned skin beneath it.]

Go home! I don’t need you here!

[But then the Other Dylas turns towards the first arrival...and starts to cry, lifting his arm to cover his face as he resumes his sobbing.]

W̨e'̶re͏ ̢so lon҉e̢ly͠..̷.̵!͞ ͜Wé'̷re͠ ͞alw̨ays ́so ͞lonel̢y!

[Dylas' eyes flick back to his other self's and then to the floor as his Calamity counterpart continues to cry and sniffle.]

Don't listen to him! He's a lying asshole!

[ooc; This is open to anyone Dylas would consider a friend or anyone who would stop by so late at night! If you’re unsure as to whether or not Koporo would seek out your character for help, just shoot me a PM or a plurk at ForestTemple. ♥♥]

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[fusedshadows]

‘Dylas is making a big mistake, kupo! It’s really bad, kupo!’ Those words had Midna bolted upright in bed in and flying in the direction on the lab in no time. Her own moogle had been awoken with the same fright, following in her wake as she muttered to herself things sounding like, 'what an idiot,' or '—could be so stupid!' and even, 'why didn't he tell me... tch.'

She'd managed to work herself up so much on the way that when she finally saw him— them, and then realized the shadow was sobbing, she turned her anger on the real Dylas, the one ordering her home.

"What are you doing in here by yourself!"

Part 2 to save time because I suck

[sullenstallion]

[Everything is said and done. Dylas has accepted his other self. The part of him that wants something better for himself, the part he’s buried for so long because of all the sins he’s done has come to light. So has the darker part of him, the part of him that still feels like a monster and the good feelings that came with it. Behind all of it, though, he’d just been lonely and refusing to let anything change because of how much torture he’d endured in Ryslig.

Standing in the lab, Dylas’ clothes are in tatters from all the burns and attacks he’d endured, and his entire body is aching from head to toe. He pants, doubling over for breath for a few moments before he straightens himself back up. What does he even say after all of this? To Midna, who helped him. And to Ales, who...he’s not sure even wanted to be there.]

I’m not even sure what to say. Thanks doesn’t seem like it really...

[And then the fatigue rears its ugly head again and he falls into a kneeling position, catching himself before he falls all the way to the floor. He’s back to panting, his tail swishing wildly in irritation. Even worse than that is how his eyes sting, because he’s crying, and it just doesn’t seem to stop.]