[micheal] time goes on and on

[Micheal Coen]

Micheal looked the beast over as if studying the beast for it's weaknesses. A cruel grin split his face as he chuckled. "Poor heartless husk. Who took your Heart, is there a wolf Heartless out there?"

He cocked his head to the left, the smile never leaving his face. "Do you seek to save us? From me? That won't work, after all I am as much Micheal as that soft pure creature was. I just understand the way of the world." He said as Micheal's eyes changed to a burnished yellow, like that of a Heartless.

"Besides, I can offer a way of this world." He said as he waved his hand, the portal of Darkness forming flawlessly. "The other Micheal isn't in touch with his Darkness enough to control it. Not much longer, and I can make him sleep forever, and I will have this body, and I will find her." He said with a toothy grin as his canines elongated slightly.

"What will you do, Nobody? Surprised I know that. I know a lot more then the other Micheal does. I quickly noticed what was happening to our body, I seized control of it quickly.We are turning into a Heartless, that much is true, but the understanding of what that means is so much more monumental." He stepped back as the skin of his neck began to turn black on the left side, spreading to just under his chin. "Finally given the power to exact the changes in the world that are needed. I am not a monster, I am an awakened man, who knows how to bring peace to everyone. There is unity in the Heartless, a sense of perfect purpose. No strife, no anguish. I just merely want to save the world. Can you understand that, Nobody?" He asked as he jumped back and summoned the Soul Stealer. "Or, are we going to have to participate in unneeded violence?"

[Hangman]

"Quote." - Thought. - Action.

The wolfish instinct that had once belonged to Hangman was slowly getting duller; even if it were at its peak in this particular situation, the canine knew he would be conflicted. His duties were to prevent pain, not to cause it, and this man before his both was pain and was in pain. The canine could not understand something so complex - so much higher in thought and reasoning than he was capable of - when the man himself could not understand. It was strange to know that Hangman had gotten so attached to the company of the man within an hour. The man had saved his life, and perhaps the distant docile dog in him were telling him not to harm this man, the man who was like the master.

This was no longer the man, however; this much the canine knew. He could feel it in the air, in the shape of the universe. This man was darkness, and he was wicked, and he sought to hurt and destroy things that Hangman felt the burning desire to protect. This creature was wicked, but the man - the man that was the creature - was innocent, or as innocent as he could be. The Mackenzie wolf remained still as a statue, save for his tail which whipped and lashed, sending dust flying occasionally. His burnt golden eyes were fixed on the creature whose own eyes changed from the glimmering blue of the man to the flaming amber of the blackened Heartless creatures who had once upon a time seized Hangman's heart.

This new creature was full of words - words that the human did not speak, for nothing genuinely living would have spoken to a shell of a canine. The cockiness, the indescribable arrogance which the creature displayed made the wolf's head lower slowly, slowly putting him in the position to attack. It was a façade, of course; he could not fight. His hips were weak, his paws were bloodied and raw, and his fangs were yellowed and broken with age. The only threat within him was a growl; he could not howl or bark to threaten, for he was practically incapable of such sounds. He was only fatal when a life was laid at his paws. It was all for show, the offensive stance. He could do nothing.

The creature stated in a matter-of-fact tone once he'd opened a Portal of Darkness to some unknown region, "The other Micheal isn't in touch with his Darkness enough to control it. Not much longer, and I can make him sleep forever, and I will have this body, and I will find her." Hangman could understand. This creature was a parasite; he was feeding off of the life of the man in order to stay alive. Something which the man felt was feeding the creature... The weakness the man had shown had easily been replace by strength and confidence of the monster; how could the man fight back? If only the Nobody could fight... he would fight to save the man.

The creature gave Hangman a grin that made the wolf tremble, if only slightly; the faint glimmer of his silver whiskers was the first sign that he was considering backing down. "What will you do, Nobody? Surprised I know that?" The wolf was not surprised; the creature showed power that Hangman could not sense in the man. "I know a lot more than the other Micheal does. I quickly noticed what was happening to our body; I seized control of it quickly. We are turning into a Heartless, that much is true, but the understanding of what that means is so much more monumental." It was strange to watch the dark, leathery skin on the neck, shoulder, and chest of the man spread.

Hangman understood that this was a battle he could not win, but he had formed a bond with the man... He could not back down, and he could not leave. Not without the man. But the man was being taken over by the parasite, and the wolf could do nothing. "Finally given the power to exact the changes in the world that are needed. I am not a monster, I am an awakened man, who knows how to bring peace to everyone. There is unity in the Heartless, a sense of perfect purpose. No strife, no anguish. I just merely want to save the world. Can you understand that, Nobody?" The weapon which the man had earlier summoned spawned in the hand of the parasite, who threatened, "Or, are we going to have to participate in unneeded violence?"

The wolf stood motionless for several long moments; at last, his tail fell to his hind legs, and he let his chin fall, breaking eye contact with the parasite for half a moment. His shoulder twitched. He half expected this parasite to kill him now. It would save Hangman the sorrow of losing this strange new friend he had made. Slowly the wolf raised his chin, though his neck was still angled so his head was close to the ground, and he picked his weakened paws off the floor to walk to the feet of his friend and his enemy. The wolf sat, head bowed like some obedient mutt, and waited for the judgement of the parasite. If the parasite chose to leave, Hangman would follow. He felt he owed it to the man...

[Micheal Coen]

The Other Micheal smiled The wolf knew it wasn't a threat and came to him for judgement. He considered striking the beast down. To reduce a threat to him. However the canine wasn't a threat, even without his Heartless abilities, the Soul Stealer would outmatch the aged wolf. Besides, the idea of having an audience appealed to him. Someone to chronicle his dark path of salvation.

The world that could be made from all of those dreams and passions. Much of them would be mindless, but that would be proof of their weakness, proof they were unworthy. Those that deserve a place in this new world, are those with the strength of will to be reborn by the process. What to do with the Nobodies that would form? That would have to wait, what mattered was the beast seeking judgement.

"How optimistic. I'll give you this much, you will see that naive fool once again. I am not yet strong enough to exact a permanent change. That's why we are going to go kill Heartless. Tonight I seal his fate." He said with a cruel smile as he moved through the darkness.

He came out somewhere warm. The sun was in his face. All that mattered was here he could find large numbers of weaker Heartless. He would need their essence to fuel the transition. Once they had absorbed enough, Micheal would be forced to sleep in the back of their mind while Other Micheal reigned supreme.

He exploded into action, showing an assortment of different Heartless powers that he had obtained. The Shadows that scurried beneath his feet were of no real threat. He did not fight with skill in grace, he fought with overwhelming power and a sword that lead his movements. Already he could feel the familiar tingling in his arm as the energy ran to his heart.

Once he was done with the slaughter he looked back to the wolf."How do you plan to save him? You can not stop it, even if I kill no more Heartless, one day he will have killed enough, and he'll always need that blade to defend him. I wasn't an accident, I was a certainty, this is fate."

[Hangman]

"Quote." - Thought. - Action.

It seemed that the wolf's gut feeling was coming to be true; Hangman had doubted that the parasite would kill him, even though he so clearly deserved it and some twisted part inside of him was begging for the end of his lonely life. No, much to his misfortune, the sadistic being before him seemed to consider other options as to the fate of the wolf. The man had not even spoken yet and already the wolf knew this much. He could see some twisted smile shining in the parasite's burning yellow eyes, some disgusting pleasure being taken in the pain and torment of the poor canine who stood at his mercy before him.

It was a shame that Hangman had never been aggressive... He would have been a formidable opponent with his thick neck, hard skull, daggered, broken teeth, and sharp claws. Sometimes he could be violent, but that was a very rare occasion - manic bipolar disorder was a very hard thing to deal with, and considering he had just narrowly avoided a heavy depression with the sudden arrival of the parasite and the replacement of the man, he doubted he would be getting the guts to try to retaliate to the cynical smirk or the fact that the wolf was now bowing at some bastard's feet like a pet. It was less humiliating when the man was here...

As Hangman had expected, the man decided to spare him. His cool, slick voice rang in the house, and the wolf kept his head low and listened with his red and black tinted ears angled back: "How optimistic. I'll give you this much: you will see that naive fool once again. I am not yet strong enough to exact a permanent change." Hangman could sense a sinister change in the air, a twisting and turning of cogs and wheels as plans were formed. The parasite went on, "That's why we are going to go kill Heartless. Tonight I seal his fate."

Hangman let out a low growl in response, but the man had already turned to exit through his portal of Darkness which he had created a minute or two prior. The wolf followed closely at his heels, his head staying low. They stepped on the other side and the air was warm, quite different from the atmosphere of the frozen tundra of Russia. There was sun blazing in the sky. Hangman grimaced slightly, looking around as his head raised, ears perking forwards curiously, though his shoulders still slumped and his eye remained hollow with sorrow and disinterest.

Once the two had entered into the sunlight and the strange clearing in the middle of nowhere, the portal ceased to exist. The parasite did not wait long to begin doing what it was he had desired, which was destroying the Heartless in order to - apparently - gather up their powers to use them to permanently overtake the man. Though Hangman missed the man, he admitted he was enthralled with and captivated by watching the parasite set to work attacking the Heartless. Hangman had never seen someone try to fight with such brute force before - with no plan or style or rhythm. He just hacked and threw his weight around, and it was peculiar.

The little Heartless were nothing to the blade, and Hangman stood by and watched. Once, a Shadow slithered up to him, staring at him through beady eyes, and the wolf merely stared back at it. For several moments they communicated silently, and then the Shadow disappeared in a sudden wispy burst of Darkness. The wolf looked up as the man finished his attacks, and the man challenged the wolf coolly, "How do you plan to save him? You can not stop it, even if I kill no more Heartless, one day he will have killed enough, and he'll always need that blade to defend him. I wasn't an accident, I was a certainty: this is fate."

Hangman merely stared back at the speaker, his eyes lifeless. There was nothing he could do, and both he and the parasite knew this. Still, he longed to protect the man... It didn't matter. He could do nothing. The wolf turned his head away, ignoring the parasite now. He wanted to find a way to bring the man back, at least for a moment... Hangman paced like an anxious pet missing his owner would do, glancing every once in a while to the man.

ooc - sorry that took so long...