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[h1][color=DodgerBlue]Kilik[/color][/h1]

Elfen Island

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Kilik had transformed into a whole 'nother being entirely over the course of two days. No longer was he his usual carefree, cheerful self. No. The Captain of the Djinn-13 had become a monster ready to explode. Word on the street had brought him to the town square, where he first hand, experienced the cruelty of Elfen Islands King. In a matter of seconds, he lost his appetite and was ready to rip the man apart with his bear hands. But something stopped him, quelled his rage for a few moments. 

Kilik had managed to find him and his crew an inn near the palace, through simple means. People were willing to do anything when thier lives were up for ransom. Calling it a room was somewhat misleading. They ate and slept in it. That was all. Or at least the others did. Kilik remained unmoving, sitting near the window the whole time. In it stood a cheap bed that rocked when one leant on it, two old white chairs and a pair of thread-bare orange curtains that let the heat escape in winter as easily as if they were not there at all. The light bulb in the center of the room was bare and hung down on it's white wire, adding to the meager ambiance of the room.. 

His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. His states had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed.  Every fiber of his being was focused on figuring out a way to kill that King. It was like a vexing of the soul for what he felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing his veins and creeping up his spine, his skin was a sore looking red but all he could feel was desire; desire to hate. Kilik was intoxicated with emotion he had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth in foul and vulgar words. Time flowed like his cement, and his patience was wearing thin. The others may have lacked the understanding to why he was so angry, but they must have seen the need to dispose of such a ruler.

For the the first time in two days, Kilik took to his feet, and turned to his crew, uttering words if pure malice, words that belonged to another; [color=DodgerBlue]"I'm killing that king today. . ."[/color] he murmured, and with that, he made his way out the room. His mind had been made up, and nothing was changing that.