The dark is no enemy of mine, but it appears that opinion is not largely shared here.

If you must attempt to attack me, try remembering that I am...more effective in the dark. After all, I am nocturnal, and this place has done absolutely nothing to change that.

[Being naturally able to adapt to new situations with little to no fuss, Yoru just ignores the noise (though he does note it). It's too early in the morning to deal with such things before a decent cup of coffee. And it's quite obvious he hasn't had any. The hair at the back of his head is sticking up (and is that a butterfly clip in his hair?), ( Read more... )

If you must make a ruckus, at least tone it down so people in the library can read in peace. I would rather not use lethal force unless necessary.

As for the weather... is the sun bright or not? I have not taken a look for a while.

[Yoru had noted the heralding of something to come, all in the form of those odd dolls. Maybe the coming of this...world? He didn't have anything else to do, so he followed the way here. Whatever this place was, it looked just like home to him, and that itself was quite suspicious. And the front... There were two bodies there. He didn't need to ( Read more... )

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......

I do not even feel an urge to ask anymore. Leave me be, and I will not ask any questions of you in return.

That is all.

[When the video feed opens for some reason, Yoru can be seen lying down on the couch, a book covering the bottom half of his face and his right hand. Well, if you can spot the child in the dark in the first place. The ups and downs of always wearing a black suit.

Suddenly, there's a loud rustle and what sounds like something lunging.]

One.

[As ( Read more... )

If it's only darkness and monsters, what are people so afraid of? It's not like your senses are completely gone in the dark.

I suppose it's another case of exaggeration.

Observation complete.

...That was rather interesting. Reading and seeing occasionally how people deal with feelings of revenge and greed pales in comparison to witnessing it on a large scale.

Now that that's done, perhaps I should cook breakfast.

--Or lunch. It seems that it is already past noon.

[When the video feed opens, a child in a black suit can be seen standing a few feet away. In one hand, he holds a dark-gray parasol carefully over his head, while the other is clutching onto a black box. In the background, black and white patterned squares can be seen. Suddenly, a quiet but firm voice can be heard.]Yes, just stay there. I'll call ( Read more... )