2.0 Infirmary - we could be immortals

[The white is too bright, piecing light even through his closed eyes, stabbing through his eyelids until there's no other way than to blink and looks around.

The Darkling sits up, his feet already on the floor when the voices speaks. When it instructs him, the ear pierce fitting like it was made for him, which it very well might have been. He's been knocked out, dragged around and scratched to ribbons inside the Fold, but the reflection staring back at him in this sterile place, shows just vague scars.

What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

Still ringing in his ears as he strides across the floor, his black kefta swirling around his feet.]

Who are you?

6.0 Training Room - might be your wound, but they're my sutures

[There's a strange restricted freedom of movement here, and the Darkling spends hours walking around, inspecting rooms and watching everyone else. Keeping to himself, his kefta wrapped tightly around him as he stands in the few shadows he can find.

But here, he thinks, watching the door slide shut behind him as he reads the note. This is more like it.

Without preamble, he walks to the middle of the room and clasps his hands together, twisting his fingers and the shadows grow from every corner of the room.]

Submit to me.

[The shadows keep climbing, keep spreading out until they swallow all the light in the room and everything is plunged in to darkness.]

8.0 Mineshaft - pull the blackout-curtains down

Careful, you can't-

[The shaft is a narrow, dark thing, with rocks falling on their heads for every feet they manage to climb down. The Darkling's shirt is soaked with sweat, clinging to his back and his hands are bleeding, slipping on the rocks as he probes for the next safe place to put a foot.]

Move- slower-

[Labored breathing in the near-darkness, the light clipped to his waist near-useless in navigating this treacherous place. A foot here, a hand there. Breathe in, breathe out and the rock he's clinging to falls away and the Darkling drops like a stone, free-falling through the dark until he lands with a muffled thud at the bottom.]

?.? Wildcard - I'm the bad behavior, but I do it in the best way

[Feel free to find him anywhere, or ask for a starter somewhere else. The sunroom, the mess hall or maybe poking through the lab.]

[ooc note - The Darkling is from the TV show, canon-point just as he's pulled in to the shadows of the fold by the Volcra. PM me if you have any questions or at ireth]