Milo Tisevich
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It was strange, Milo knew, but he could have sworn that he felt the same willingness, the same drive, to move with Sorrow in that direction, to follow closely behind Sheena. He couldn't explain it, nor could he pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. It wasn't a gut feeling, or a sense of direction. He felt...compelled to travel. No, he didn't want to go home, but not just because he felt no need to. He knew his parents were, by now, worried sick over him. It was much too long and too late for him to be out with friends without letting them know where he was going!

Milo's thoughts consumed him, his little body hunched over, his arms crossed, and his brow furrowed. His whole body language was wrong for his kind of personality, as was his way of thinking, he had decided.
C'mon, Milo, get ahold of yourself, he thought. What happened to looking at the brighter side of things? Being the happier version of life?
Life had become so dark, dark enough to cloud his usually bright and cheery thoughts.
This isn't you. Things can't be helped sometimes. They definitely escaped. Yep. Don't worry about those two. They'll show up eventually.

And show up they did.

He couldn't tell how long they had been walking, since his thoughts diverted his attention from the outside world. When he looked up, however, he surprisingly saw his companions, hustling around a bend, perhaps in search of him.
“There they are!” he shouted, though it was apparent that neither Sorrow nor Sheena needed to be told that. They had already stopped, and, with eyes narrowed, were staring at the group. "What? What's wrong?" he said cheerfully, and began to point them out: "It's my friends: Dawn, Gavin, some other friendly girl, an--" his last words cut short as his eyes finally registered who the last member was.

“Hey! You’re the guy who tried to kill them!” he shouted, his words barely making sense as to who "them" really was to Sorrow and Sheena, but they caught on quickly. Sorrow's blade was out, and Sheena merely stared.
As soon as his words had finished echoing off of the houses around them, Milo felt a rumble beneath his feet, but he didn't care. His mental capacity was all on Silver now, and all about ripping his body apart, piece by tiny piece.

His violent nature is not exactly what his parents call, "controlled."

Milo spoke slowly, each word seemingly trying to seeth pain into Silver, even though the man couldn't hear Milo speaking. "I am going to kill you, you son of a bi--"
Once again, his words were cut short, as a tremendous shadow seemed to appear and fill Milo's vision. His crazed state, however, allowed his eyes to decieve him. The creature formed, and it's eyes swivelled to face him. Pangs of fear hit him as someone screamed, but he dared not move. This creature, in his mind, was Silver, grown to finish him off just like he finished off his friends from before. Anger and hate bubbled inside of him, and somewhere in the back of his mind, a faint TING! was heard. Something was now dangling from his neck.

He didn't have time to figure it out, though. He continued to stare at the monster, hating it, knowing that he couldn't beat it and avenge his fellows. The next few moments, however, went by quite rapidly. First, he was hit hard from the side; whether it was the creature or a human he did not know.

He stayed down a moment, rubbing his arm as he heard noises of a battle beginning. When he finally got up, the shock of the sneak attack gone, he looked to see Gavin and Silver working together, side by side. His eyes widened, his upper lip trembled.
He's brainwashed them...

SNAP.

The thing on his neck flashed brilliantly as he charged at the fighting Silver, and the glow instantly flashed to his hand the moment his fist collided into a surprised Silver. Silver hit the ground hard, spraying rocks as he flew a couple of yards. The light faded, and the shock of what was now in his hand prevented Milo from thinking about continuing the assualt for a moment.

A keyblade. Black in color, all the way to the top. Not only that, but waves and swirls of what appeared to be red and white string--magicked metal, he learned later-- swirled around the blade, to make it thick. His hand held the black handle while more of the red and green danced around his hand, providing protection to his grasp. The teeth were the strangest bit: It very much resembled a hammer. A rectangular block jutted out of the blade, followed by a small ball-shaped connector, and yet another oddly shaped rectangle at the other end. It looked precisely like a large hammer head! The end of the hammer head was slightly pointed, if only to recognize that it was a sharp blade.

Five seconds it took, for Milo to stare at his weapon. Then, he smiled sickeningly at Silver. "You. Die. Now," he said. He wanted to say more, but one of the tails of the shadow creature smacked him full force, and sent him flying.


OOC: Whew...long, I know. But it works, I guess! Have fun trying to calm him down lol.