Where: Somewhere between Balamb Township and Balamb Garden.
Who:  Kawn and Irvine Kinneas.
Situation:  Kawn's been lusting after Irvine for ages, I finally let him have a crack at the cowboy... uh, so to speak. 
Date of Log:  June 27, 2000.

WARNING:  There are adult themes in this log.  No graphic material, but the hints and innuendo are there. Please do not read this if you are sensitive to these things.


Kawn is not immediately visible atm, for last time he'd confronted somebody- they were a bit suspicious of him; they didn't clearly say it, but the implications were obvious. Although by the end he did earn a bit of trust and managed to intrigue the man with a proposition of his. But, being in a tree isn't exactly innocent looking, buuut... he's a good vantage point to see things from a distance. Besides, there's also the survival aspect of his being in this wild untamed area... and certain species more aggressive than even himself, might try to take advantage of the fact that.. he isn't knowledgeable with Balamb territory... or something..

From the direction of Balamb Garden comes a lone figure, his outline dark against the fading shine of twilight. He moves with an easy gait, obviously in no hurry to reach his destination. Upon drawing nigh, his features become more apparent, the cowboy hat, the duster, the youtheful face, the tendrils of hair that trail after him from the long ponytail, and the large barrelled shotgun that rests against his right shoulder. The gun isn't necessarily unusual, these areas are known for their dangers, most people either taking a cab, driving some sort of vehicle, or at least travelling in groups to get between the Garden and Balamb Town. So, it seems almost cocky, or perhaps foolish, that this youngster walks by himself.
The Dark Knight goes so far unnoticed. It's a pleasant evening and Irvine's got some things to do in town. In fact, it's the errands he's running that have him so bloody lost in thought.

Kawn 's gaze falls upon the unsuspecting Irvine, and almost instantly his heart rate increases substantially- the beauty of this man overwhelming- nearly relieving him of his senses! >_< How unfortunate it would be however, if he were to, in this moment of excitement, to make a desperate attempt on capturing the poor lonesome fool who.. seems like SUCH an easy prey... will this opportunity come around again? He's tempted to inact his plan right now; he was preparing to nab somebody for a ransom by surprise, though after observation and study of the subject, this random yet perfect encounter would fit the bill. Buuuut... he just... can't.. he has to wait, and be patient, or risk failing for all time! He doesn't know what Irvine is capable of, and when the predator stalks prey he's unfamiliar with, he may become the hunted! He's passing from Garden it seems, like Farrell on the previous day, probably doing something insignificant. Kawn doesn't know if Irvine is stupid or brave or talented, but he himself is at least... he can survive fights... he's a dark knight for crying out loud.. he waits... indecisive at this moment... for Irvine to come closer, he'll choose what course of action to take then? Capture... or negotiate?..

Completely unaware that his boyish good looks are getting him into trouble, Irvine continues on his way toward town. He appears to be talking to himself, the words difficult to make out as they appear to be mostly whispered. "... she... nah..." He sighs, pausing a moment to gaze up at the sky, perhaps asking inner questions he has no answers to, or merely observing the birth of the stars as night spreads her dark shroud over the land.
Of course, this leads to an opportune moment for the unnoticed Dark Knight. A low growl emits from the throat of a furry creature, apparently having stalked the cowboy for a bit before attempting to take down its prey. Irvine swings around, the gun moving from shoulder to grip with speed that shouldn't be possible, taking a moment to aim before shooting from the hip. And it all seems to happen in a split second, the gunman hardly breaking a sweat over it.
The hungry creature yelps suddenly, limping away with a gaping wound left in its flank. Blood coats the ground in a trail, but Irvine doesn't persue it, flicking the gun back up against his shoulder. He's got things to do.

Kawn isn't impressed by the manuever Irvine has, and his ability to readjust his focus after being absorbed in something else splitsecond, in order to defend his life- he's done the same thing on more than a few occasions, although this is a pivotal moment. 1- he's travelled around and gained wisdom of different lands and weapons employed by fighters, and a shotgun tends to carry two rounds until it needs to be reloaded, one was discharged. 2- This temporary distraction and other thoughts have him preoccupied, so assuming he could pull that off again, his accuracy would be less than.. accurate, despite his skill, in all probability. 3- Kawn DOES have strong armor for a reason, and while it does hinder his agility factor, the proximity can easily compensate, so he'd be in good close range.. and take... tolerable damage if hit. He'd survive in other words, instead of dying on sight. 4- At this very moment he's still looking in the other direction, and also.. Kawn is brawny, a bearhug combined with armor could provide a good KO if executed properly. 5- Let's not forget that concealed by the tree and night sky above being emphasized, it would be hard to hit him even if you were trained, since his form blends... camoflauges like that alien from Predator.. You'd see a little blonde hair coming from out the sides of his helmet but even his head is covered in black. OK- he's got NO self control.. it's all too much to resist, no way will he EVER get to have all these advantages again. Crouching low, he bends into position, than descends towards Irvine (possiblly from behind), attempting to.. well... wrap his arms about the man and suffocate him.. His hopes are high, though maybe not expectations..

As if some random seed of probability seemed to read Kawn's thoughts, Irvine pauses to eject the shell casings just used. Yet, before doing so, he catches something from the corner of his eye. Swinging the gun around again, he takes aim, trying to get a good look at the creature before loosing a second shot, thereby shooting down the theory that this paticular shotgun must be reloaded constantly (no pun intended ;). He's paranoid, mind you, one fuzzy creature just tried to kill him, and something dropping out of a tree can't be a _good_ thing.
Still, probably doesn't favor him entirely. It's dark, and the surprise factor works against him. He's good, but he's cocky too, and that's not necessarily a good thing.

Kawn isn't the luckiest guy in town, but this has to do with tactics see? And advantages... positioning... so luck does paly a vital role, but not completely. The shot unloaded in Kawn's general direction/vicinity manages to pierce his armor, losing some momentum and strength along the way, penetrating as well his undershirt... a chainmail vest, and the bullet lodges the side of his chest, right beneath the rib- no organs that are crucial have been hit! But... a wince of distress could be seen, were you to see through his helmet like a transparent bag- but it's not... he still winced.. ouch, that needs to be treated later.. or sooner. So, today theories aren't the only thing shot down, but since this wasn't critical, he can take it in stride- plus he's got an adreniline rush due to the suspense... the e(xxx)citement! Attempting to ram Irvine as he drops, his plan is improvised to fit the situation, take no chances with a cheap insta-KO... this victory must be earned! He must endure this challenge... and hope he is successful.. rely on skill... In charging, his knee is raised, as he tries to collide with Irvine, intercepting him in the groin area with hardened muscle/bone/and covered by iron plate... While, his body is turned slightly with shoulder towards Irvine, trying to bash him down with a football blitz.. or something.. but, he's hoping the groin strike will incapacitate him, so another shot won't immediately follow the other, and finish him off... bullets are deadly..

Granted, being attacked by another human figure was the last thing on Irvine's mind when he left the Garden this evening. All he really wanted was to find something pretty for Selphie for her birthday. It looks like that's not going to happen anytime soon, if indeed it ever happens now. The huge figure easily topples the gunman, sending him to the ground to writh in agony. What kind of tackle was that anyway? This one definately does _not_ play fair.
The gun drops into the grass beside him, and the hat slips off his head, drifting away with the breeze to fall a few feet from Irvine's downed form. Stunned, disbelieving, he can't do anything more then groan. He _saw_ the guy get shot, and yet it hardly seemed to phaze him.

Kawn is almost consumed by anticipation in this moment of what seems to be... inevitable triumph, but he knows well that fate is a cruel game played on those who become arrogant in their vains, and end up on the receiving end when their defenses are lowered... Save the victory pose until later. His initial move is to dispose of the biggest threat, which is.. his opponent's means of attack, mainly the gun. But taking time to do this may allow his victim to regain composure and retreat, so he decides to do the alternative- and break the weapon later if possible. With a swift kick in the direction of the side of Irvine's head, he tries to confound the man's senses or even knock him to semi-consciousness with powerful leg muscles.... and reassure himself of this triumph!.. c.c

Seconds ticking by like hours, the gunman's mind races, desperate to push aside the pain. As far as he knows, his life depends on it, unaware of the darker designs on the Dark Knight's mind. He rolls over, gloved fingers making a desperate clutch for the gun. Oh but fate is a terribly cruel mistress at times, and just as his hand closes over the barrell, Kawn's kick connects with his temple.
Darkness consumes him, dragging him into the depths of unconciousness as the force of the kick nearly flips him over onto his back. His fingers never part from the gun, still clutching it as his body slumps.

Kawn shakes his head disappointedly, yet simultaneously with utter glee, as he says in a low tone, "Oh... how enjoyable you've made this little game for struggling my friend- but let's see how hard you resist in futility when the main event is to come!.. I'm sure this you will have a more difficult time dealing with.. But maybe over... a few decades, as you grow old and wither, and you're going to die anyway... these memories will either vanish, or the feelings of it will subside..." he laughs lightly, knowing that if somebody is nearby, his chances will be ruined by exposing this suspiscious scene in front of witnesses... at least, his face was not seen, and more importantly.. no name was given. He then quickly, rolls Irvine over on his stomach, and attempts to place his hands behind his back, at which point he'll bind them firmly... Then, gag the man.. and tie his feet together.. What's to follow that?.. Don't be so anxious! The climax of this rp is still yet to come!

The gunman isn't aware of the bindings. In fact, he's not really aware of anything right now. Utterly helpless, he breaths as if asleep, though it's far from fitfull. There's gonna be a nice bruise on that prettyboy face of his later.

Kawn is pretty satisfied with this feat of his, and now with Irvine secured rather well, he heaves the man over his shoulder, and 'escorts' him to some generic... spoofed... un-named cave near the mountainside where Glacial Eyes often inhabit, hoping that they will not rob him of this bounty so soon! He has no time to waste by admiring the poor unconscious man, for at any second someone might show... He does take the extra second though, to claim the abandoned gun and hat (Unless that's too far off) to contain in his baggage.. so... this little site won't promote signs of struggle.. or whatever..

The hat appears to have disappeared. It's black for the most part, and the wind has caught it, dragging it several yards from the original scene of attack. Otherwise, the moment Irvine's body is heaved upward, he groans, already beginning to come out of the darkness of the knockout.

Kawn is no longer dressed in full mail, and has his undergarments adorned, now having completed the twisted ritual, against Irvine's will, and has no regrets- a man of conviction,... he's self centered, and to him the world exists because he does, but to some degree this logic can not be argued.. to some degree, afterall.. for him- if he didn't exist, how would the universe be able to be perceived?.. It would be a void, and absence... an emptiness, and that's that. Besides, he never needs 'excuses' or 'reasoning' or 'justification' to do as he feels, why does he bother to live? Because he feels he wants to accomplish something? Nonsense! If you justify anything, you must justify everything, and he believes in.. do as you feel, if the universe doesn't explode, it's tolerable... cuz if it WAS wrong... or SHOULDN'T be.. it wouldn't... like pigs flying, that shouldn't be, and it doesn't.. unless you turn someone into a hog and cast float... let's not bicker though. His instincts control his actions considerably, and that's why he lives... so this applies to whatever he does... though, keeping in mind repurcussions, but not enough to make him live in fear and live life in denial to the absolute...
Kawn looks to Irvine, "Heh... have a good time sweety?

No reply from the gunman. Not even a twitch from the body that has slumped onto its side. Dishelved, bound, gagged yet again after the events that will haunt his dreams and memory for some time to come, Irvine stares out at nothing in paticular, sapphire colored eyes dulled as if the clouds had drifted in to overcast the skies of his personality. It looks as if he'll stay this way, until finally, he moves, but it's only to twist his head slightly, closing his eyes as he presses his face into the dust.

Kawn laughs relentlessly at the trauma stricken man, and now stands, already adorning what equipment is ordinarily seen on him- the (probably in the near future) infamous black armor, which holds no ties to most of humanity, but than... he's not an evil person, he doesn't do this JUST to hurt someone!.... That's an added bonus, it's incidental, he does this for the fun of it.. the satisfaction.. Back to chatting with his new 'friend', "Hmmm.. I don't mean to sound incompassionate, but life just threw you a curve ball ^^ Damn I'd hate to be in your position =P But no going back I suppose... but if you wanna cry go ahead, I'll not feel the slightest guilty.." he looks outward towards the horizon and ponders out loud, "Now... if I get caught by the authorities who have jurisdiction here... I'm guessing I'll be in for a good 20 years, since rape isn't a felony punishable by death- however.. even that is unfavorable... SO.. I shall go to a new land.. where... nobody has the power to imprison me.. and, never return here... sound like a plan? ^_-?" he waits for Irvine to respond.. of course, Kawn COULD try to use him for ransom... but, he'd rather not risk getting caught again.. so soon, after being stalked by Edge... that was agitating..

No, Irvine's not crying, he wouldn't give the Dark Knight the satisfaction. He merely continues to lie there, feeling the cold dust against his face, letting it numb his mind. Maybe after this he won't mind junctioning so much anymore... anything to eliminate this memory would be welcome. Selphie... her memory comes to mind suddenly, her face, her humor, her strength during the Trabia tragedy. She suffered far worse then he has... hasn't she? He clings to that, to her memory, and actually manages to smile slightly.
He turns his face to the side slightly, sapphire eyes glittering now, glaring at the Dark Knight. He shakes slightly, and it might take a moment to realize it, but he's actually _laughing_!

Kawn looks to Irvine and shrugs, "Hmm.. you're in denial, but I suppose you think you can lie to me- or maybe it isn't a lie.. it makes little difference,... you have served your purpose, and because you're soo pretty.. I won't deprive this planet of your presence, even if you have outlived your usefulness.." HAH! I included a typical squaresoft quote into my dialogue, aren't you jealous you didn't do it first?.. Ok.. enough gloating, back to rp, he cuts the man's feet loose, so he may have the opportunity to escape when the moment is right... hopefully reporting Kawn when it's too late, then heads for the cave doorway, "Remember.. I didn't rape -YOU-.. I raped someone who was appetizing, -YOU- are just a casualty =) So.. don't be too upset.... I'll be generous and let you live... maybe this act of good will, shall return to me in the future... so I may enjoy a slow agonizing death!" afterall.. he's a sadist and masochist.. dark knights are like that, afterall.. Edge was a moron when he though he could persuade Kawn by torturing him! For those that got to witness that rp, you probably are well aware of how he reacted.. c.c; anyway... no outside references.. He keeps the gun too, as a sovenier, even though he can't use it worth squat,.. "Farewell ... whoever you are... " he doesn't inquire though, names make little difference to him..

Muffled laughter trails after Kawn as he departs, even as it kills Irvine to realize his gun's being taken too. How the hell is he going to explain losing it and his hat too? Gods above, below and imbetween. Of course, after the Dark Knight's departure, there comes the trouble of unbinding himself, which he promptly gets to. Of course he'd undo his legs, it's not as if the gunman can do much with them to free his hands and unbind the gag. And no, he is _not_ going to walk out of here all bound up, no way.