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i deleted a starter like a big idiot so here for postery
I. the trial
[Normally, Hinata would be... well, dazed and confused, and trying to do his best to help. And he still was, trying to help, but it seemed like there was less and less to actually be done to help. They were abandoned at the whims of the people that had sent them here, and it feels like that claustrophobic feeling he'd had on the beach of Jabberwock island, being trapped there with no hope of escape.
At this point it just made him feel tired. He was-- hungry, but he didn't have anything to do about that. Eating the others from Ryslig was too far; and well, he was a coward. But he also wasn't keen on trying to get close enough to one of those mutants from the wasteland without them literally poking out his eye.
Most of those first few days, he'd just remained around that husk you could barely call a town; he'd slide in through nooks and crannies in all the buildings, at first trying to find anything to help, and after that, just... aimlessly. It was hard to find things to keep his thoughts occupied in, so you could easily find him slithering through debris, or leaking through cracks in the walls. Or, if he actually deigns to be more solidified and humanoid, he's sitting on top of one of the crumbled walls that was surely a stiff breeze away from blowing, looking out into wastes beyond, just in case.]
II. the verdict
[Later that week, the switch is flipped-- there's too much, too many pepole dying, too many thoughts competing for attention, all of it slowly subsumed by the that low, quiet hum as the fog leaks in, and the hunger becomes too much. Both of them boom louder than anything else in his head, and then it's not even a conscious choice. Maybe it was Kamukura, or maybe it was still him-- but what he was now didn't exactly look right. Instead of firm like gelatin, or viscous like living fluid, he was... stringy. Thousands of drips of half-solidified, deep purple liquid twining together, creating barely humanoid shapes of arms, legs, and head, both squishing together as one, and still remaining visible like sinew. One eye lit up red from somewhere in a nest of tendrils, and the other swirling around deep in the near-black goop.
It turns out, it was a lot harder to do things by half when your instinct was to suffocate or dissolve people alive. He wasn't lost or stupid enough to go to blows with the mutants in the forest... but it didn't stop him from wandering, and it sure didn't stop him from lashing out at anyone that cross his path.]
III. the execution - closed to souda and mukuro
[At least the upside of his new coloration was that it wasn't easy to see the blood inside him like usual. Surely, by now his hunger had been sated... but Hinata keeps going, lashing out cold and oily fountains of his limbs at any movement. He didn't have to think about anything, just-- go.]
[Normally, Hinata would be... well, dazed and confused, and trying to do his best to help. And he still was, trying to help, but it seemed like there was less and less to actually be done to help. They were abandoned at the whims of the people that had sent them here, and it feels like that claustrophobic feeling he'd had on the beach of Jabberwock island, being trapped there with no hope of escape.
At this point it just made him feel tired. He was-- hungry, but he didn't have anything to do about that. Eating the others from Ryslig was too far; and well, he was a coward. But he also wasn't keen on trying to get close enough to one of those mutants from the wasteland without them literally poking out his eye.
Most of those first few days, he'd just remained around that husk you could barely call a town; he'd slide in through nooks and crannies in all the buildings, at first trying to find anything to help, and after that, just... aimlessly. It was hard to find things to keep his thoughts occupied in, so you could easily find him slithering through debris, or leaking through cracks in the walls. Or, if he actually deigns to be more solidified and humanoid, he's sitting on top of one of the crumbled walls that was surely a stiff breeze away from blowing, looking out into wastes beyond, just in case.]
II. the verdict
[Later that week, the switch is flipped-- there's too much, too many pepole dying, too many thoughts competing for attention, all of it slowly subsumed by the that low, quiet hum as the fog leaks in, and the hunger becomes too much. Both of them boom louder than anything else in his head, and then it's not even a conscious choice. Maybe it was Kamukura, or maybe it was still him-- but what he was now didn't exactly look right. Instead of firm like gelatin, or viscous like living fluid, he was... stringy. Thousands of drips of half-solidified, deep purple liquid twining together, creating barely humanoid shapes of arms, legs, and head, both squishing together as one, and still remaining visible like sinew. One eye lit up red from somewhere in a nest of tendrils, and the other swirling around deep in the near-black goop.
It turns out, it was a lot harder to do things by half when your instinct was to suffocate or dissolve people alive. He wasn't lost or stupid enough to go to blows with the mutants in the forest... but it didn't stop him from wandering, and it sure didn't stop him from lashing out at anyone that cross his path.]
III. the execution - closed to souda and mukuro
[At least the upside of his new coloration was that it wasn't easy to see the blood inside him like usual. Surely, by now his hunger had been sated... but Hinata keeps going, lashing out cold and oily fountains of his limbs at any movement. He didn't have to think about anything, just-- go.]