A Playground in London

"Fear itself isn't logical. It is the opposite of logic and as such I have no place for it."

Now he was pushing it...

Pitch Black gave a snarl, stepping forward.

"Fear is the most logical thing in the world, you stupid boy. And if you have no place for it, than how could I feel it rolling off of you like fog>....?"

"I said I want no place with it, doesn;t mean I don't have one."

"Of course."


The anger ceased as quickly as it had come, switching moods like a psychopath might.
The King of Nightmares gave a shrug, another dark grin.

"But you know what they say- fear can be a precursor to truth.... you best watch out for that girl you care so deeply for... you never know what might happen.."

"Lay a single hand on here, and I'll show you there are worse things in life than fear." I glare into his eyes, not knowing if I could stay true to my bravado.

"Oh, it won't be me..."

The man chuckled.

"I Just induce fear. And sometimes, fear is what drives people to do crazy things..."

"Fear might also drive people to seek to cleanse themselves of you."

"Ah, yes,'
Pitch nodded quietly, before chuckling.

"Often it's by taking their own lives. The fear when they realize just what is about to happen as they either pull the trigger or jump... it's the most potent. And they realize they'll never escape me.."

"I know someone who has no fear!"

Pitch stopped, frowned, and then chuckled.

"Oh, who..?"

(( heading to sleep. Goodnight ))

"You'll just have to find him."

OOC Night!

There was a good, dark silence for a few moment. And then Pitch turned, beginning to fade into the blackness.

"Watch for that girl you care so much for.... your fears are reasonable, and in this world... any of them might be true."

"Or... many of them could be fabrications."

A low-toned, cold laugh sounded from Pitch, as his form vanished, leaving behind a whisper of a reply.

"You may think that.."

I frantically look around for this strange entity that called itself the Boogeyman. But see nothing.

Nonetheless, it would be logical to go back and look for Phoenix.

(( That was fun, thank you. ;w; ))

No problem! I enjoyed that a lot!

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I might lurk, or maybe stick Pitch somewhere with Cyn or another character or something I don't know. But most likely I'll just be lurking. Pm if you need me~ ))

Sure!

He was sitting on a bench, ignoring everyone else around him. He was fucking pissed.

Once again he missed the fight. Once again he lost the chance to redeem himself. Once again he'd have to face the Dark Lord because he wasn't there to help his fellow Drath Eaters.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, punching his thigh.

'Dont swear.' She said quietly, standing behind him. She had appearted without him realising, and had benn watching him for a while. Her hands were shaking slightly as she walked up to him. 'Whats wrong?'

"I missed the fight again! I will be seen as a coward by the Dark Lord because I abandoned the Death Eaters. I only had the one chance!" He nearly shouted. He had to remind himself to calm down and lower his voice.

Some muggle parents were watching him warily.

'You didnt abandon them. Besides, you didnt miss much.' she shrugged, sitting beside him. 'Apart from people killing already dead people, me destroying my friendship with artemis.' Her smile wavered. 'you didnt miss a thing.'

He glared at her then shook his head. "You don't understand..."

'Explain it to me then.'