streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Nov 29, 2015 13:12:01 GMT -5
this poem popped up on my dashboard the other day and not only do i REALLY love it, it reminds me distnctly of some of the bullshit kurai has been through. sunrisesongs.tumblr.com/post/134021788162/the-first-time-the-world-ended-i-thought-it(first verse?? (stanza? forgot how to poetry) would be the first kyurem attack. second is obv. the second attack(s) third is when cas finally snapped and became VA!cas and tried to ruin everything fourth i presume would be either the start or end of the bad timeline? pretty literal since his bird (one he owned) was an african hawk-eagle and then he pops out as one too fifth...i dunno, i presume that something must have happened during that timeline to cause that. if i want to stretch i could say lily sixth, at a stretch, i say would be if asgeir brought everyone back for real but left the same 'if they get hurt in any way they all die' thing in place. last three id say...i dont know. i genuinely dont know. i kind of prefer it if its interpreted as something happening after the fourth verse that causes the subsequent verses (shurgging emote) no idea wht would happen tho. perhaps we should think about that?)
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Nov 30, 2015 17:32:53 GMT -5
i hate everything i wrote 4500+ words of this in like five hours? help me PLEASE
majority of additions in the last section but there are things in every other section...apart from the very beginning maybe? can't remember sorry. consider a lot of this as very rough, im going to edit this as if its a novel at the rate im going but i need to FINISH it first, and im still way off from that
'Clickbait Article'
Kurai sprinted into the Chasm, half falling half flying down the rocky slope that led into the plains. The Eagle and the others were closing in behind him. Stopping for even a second to see how far behind they were would mean certain death.
In that moment, he regretted everything he had ever done in his life so far. He shouldn’t have killed Yami, or Ulfric, or even have thought to try with the Eagle. All he had to do was sit down and do everything they said and they could have sorted out. He knew that. Everyone knew that. But when something in his mind told him to walk out the shipping container and try and escape, he couldn’t resist.
It was easy. Too easy, to wiggle the bolt on the outside of the door out of place and slide away into the wilderness. He had always wondered where the draught had come from, and only when he discovered that the door never shut completely did he find out.
He jumped as the Eagle flared up on his ‘radar’ again, surging him forward into a flight across the plains. He let himself fall so his feathers skimmed the ground, praying that it would give him enough speed to escape them all for good. Nobody would follow him into the Chasm, not after he put a few miles between him and them. He didn’t want to go into the Chasm either, but it was his only chance of escape. As he flew, the searing pain from the burn the Eagle left on his chest intensified
Kyurem would kill him as soon as they met each other. For now, that wasn’t important. The Eagle was important, because he was probably going to kill him first.
Kurai flew for another few minutes, finally folding his wings up and letting himself crash into a mound of snow, relaxing as the blinding pain melted away into the ice. He was never going to leave. It was better to lie there and freeze than stay tied down and endure more injuries at the hand of the Eagle. Hours passed, and still he lay there, unmoving. His wings shook and ached from exhaustion, twitching and showering snow into mounds beside him.
An outsider would think he was dying. It wouldn’t matter. Being left in the Chasm, this time with nothing but the clothes on his back, was a death sentence in itself.
In a way, it was kind. Humane. It still remained that they were trying to cover up what they had done, but it was better than endlessly torturing him. Kyurem could kill him quickly. Ragnar would give him hell once he arrived in the Abyss, but he knew the Bluejay. It wouldn’t last. He considered for a moment that no matter what he did, he was stuck. Something was going to kill him within the next few weeks, and he didn’t know who was more likely to do it.
As the sun began to set, he drifted off to sleep, curled up in the snow while his wings trailed out behind him. It was early autumn, there was no problem with him spending the night in the cold, exposed. Something told him that the temperature was hovering at about freezing, and for the first time that day, he felt content. It was one less thing that would kill him. He awoke the next morning buried under a mound of snow. He went to stretch and test his wings, freezing when something shuffled beside him. Everything was silent for a few seconds, and a voice called out, “Kyurem? What is this?”
At the sound of something clicking beside him, his eyes flew open. He didn’t move, but his heart sank as he heard Kyurem muttering beside him after a few more moments of shuffling. “Oh,” he sounded disappointed. “This is the drone I talked about. He’s a mess,”
“Not a mess. Injured.” The voice answered, this one on his left. He didn’t recognise it, but it was a person. He wasn’t going to move and check who. They would kill him soon enough, and something inside him told him not to push his luck. No need to rush something that was inevitable.
“A mess, as you can see,” the dragon repeated, tugging at his hood and showering the snow off him. “Get up, drone. I told you to leave and not come back.”
The tugging quickened and continued, sliding him across the snow in fits and starts. “Wake up? Wakey wakey eggs and…what is it? Bacon?”
Kurai didn’t respond. He was too tired to argue, much less move. The person on his other side started to prod at him, though with far more care. “You’ll break his neck if you keep doing that,”
“Nothing he can’t walk off,” Kyurem replied, finally hoisting him up to the light and propping him up. “Hello, Kurai.”
He blinked at the dragon for a few seconds, squinting in the sudden daylight. Every muscle within him was screaming to run. His feathers twitched anxiously as the dragon dropped him to his knees and backed away, not registering the look of disgust that spread across his face. “What did…that?” he whispered, angling his gaze down at the burns that covered his chest.
“Eagle,”
“That’s…impressive,” Kyurem nodded. His unease was as clear as day, shifting his own wings and lowering his body to the ground submissively. “What did you do this time?”
“Not talking about it,” Kurai muttered, swaying and slowly sinking back down into the ground.
The other man and the beast looked at each other for a moment in silent conversation. Wordlessly, the man picked him up, heaving him over one shoulder. Kurai didn’t protest. He hadn’t noticed who the person was, nor did he care. The burning pain was starting to return, not comforted by Kyurem’s freezing breath on his face as he hung upside down. “How long have you been here?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” he shrugged, and one wing flopped down on the ground. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”
“No. I have standards,” he huffed, trailing behind him as the man started to walk. “God knows what infections are festering in that wound. Either way, you finally get to meet my new friend.”
“Friend?”
“Yes, you know him. I’ll wait until you’re more coherent to tell you who he is. You didn’t even look his way, which is a little rude. But forgivable.”
Kurai sighed, flinching as Kyurem collected his wings on to his back. The last thing he wanted his fangs touching were his feathers, as ratty and marked with stress as they were. It was a relief that they weren’t dragging along the ground, but Kyurem was responsible for controlling Cas. He wasn’t about to be the next experiment.
After a while more, the man lowered him down inside a cave, disappearing into it and returning moments later with a medical handbook about as thick as his arm. He handed the book to the dragon, who pulled it open with his teeth. “What kind of burns do you think they classify as? Third or fourth? Or fifth?”
“If they were fifth or fourth then you’d see his ribs and organs. Has to be third.” He muttered, circling around and pointing at the diagrams.
“It says we should amputate,” Kyurem announced after a few seconds of silence. He looked up at the man and blinked innocently, one eye at a time. “Do you have a coin to flip?”
“We aren’t amputating,” the man started, and then seemed to have a thought pop into his head. “Give that to me.” He picked up the book and silence fell between them. Kurai vaguely registered the sound of it being smacked against Kyurem’s face. “Don’t say things like that. Take him to where you live and let him rest.”
Kyurem snarled at his ‘friend’, pushing roughly past him to stand over Kurai. “I don’t know what you suggest we do then. I’m not having you perform major surgery on him, nor do I trust you to take him to a hospital. They’ll ask too many questions,”
“Take him into your lair and let him rest. That’s all we can do for him. He’ll have to live with the scarring it leaves,” the man repeated, wandering back into the cave and sliding the book back in place. “If anything, your presence will help it heal.”
Kyurem hummed in agreement, and Kurai felt himself being lifted up by his hood, the soft sound of the fibres tearing as it strained to hold his weight. “I’ll look after him. I’ll tell you what you can do tomorrow,” he said, turning and lumbering into the chasm, bumping him along scattered pebbles and branches.
It wasn’t ideal, but he had to put his trust in something. Kyurem was the closest thing to care he would get, even if he had a feeling that it was all an elaborate plan to kill him.
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Kurai woke up to Kyurem sniffing his wound, the icicles protruding from his face pressing uncomfortably against his skin. “I didn’t mean to wake you, before you accuse me. I was checking on you,”
“Whatever. Just let me sleep,” Kurai mumbled, turning and pulling his coat closer to him. The cold was too familiar, same as the stench of rotting corpse and the rich scent or iron. He promised himself that he wouldn’t spend another night in Kyurem’s lair as long as he lived, and here he was sleeping peacefully in the corner while he waited for his burns to heal.
“I wouldn’t go to sleep if I were you. We have a lot to discuss,” the beast hissed, circling around in his nest and settling down. “You need to be informed of a few developments.”
“I really don’t care,” Kurai mumbled, sliding down the ice wall and curling into a ball.
“You should. You’re in the presence of a legend.”
“No shit.”
“I mean my friend.”
“What about him?”
“He’s one of the third generation.”
Kurai raised his head, opened one eye and squinted at Kyurem. “Their bodies are in different regions,”
“If you read the Book properly, you would know that’s false. I killed one of them, and what it doesn’t mention is that I froze his body. I intended to eat him as a snack later, but forgot about him until a few months ago. I brought him back to life-“
“How?”
“I have ways. I brought him back to life and now he’s my representative for the outside world. He does as I say,” Kyurem trailed off, then snapped. “Are you listening to me, drone?”
“Fuck, yes, I am!” Kurai grumbled, sitting up and stretching. His neck was stiff from hours of lying propped up against the wall of the cave, and listening to Kyurem ramble was the last thing he wanted to do. Years of listening to him ranting and raving in his dreams had left him proficient at tuning the beast out. “You resurrected a zombie and let him wander around in the real world. Great work, I’ll make sure to bring you a gold star next time,”
“You didn’t listen. One of the third generation, your star ancestor, is walking around right now.” The beast sighed, fangs starting to twitch out of his mouth in irritation.
He mulled over what the dragon had said, hoping he had guessed correctly. It was possible that he was telling the truth, but his memory of the man who carried him to the smaller cave didn’t remind him of any of his family. Their silent conversation set off alarm bells, but he did that with Anna all the time. Nothing was different about the third generation, aside from them being the most highly skilled. “Wait, what? Seriously? That was the guy who carried me here?”
“The one and only. You made a fool of yourself and your generation by presenting yourself like that,”
Kurai didn’t reply, but grimaced and silently agreed. If he had known who he was, then he would’ve been more alert. Would’ve made a better impression. “What does he think of me? Shit, he must think I’m an idiot!”
“He hasn’t said. He isn’t the most talkative…but I suppose that’s how someone is when they’re actually a ninja. Unlike you. Or every other generation. I thought he might cry out of shame when I told him some of the stories in the Book,” Kyurem laughed. “I’m not actually sure where he went, I sent him off on some busywork yesterday and he hasn’t come back since. It says something about his commitment and loyalty, though.”
“What’s he like?” Kurai questioned frantically, staggering up and starting to brush the snow and blood from him, ultimately failing when Kyurem flicked his head and sent a blob of mush and bone back on to his coat.
“You’ll see. You could learn a lot from him if he lets you and you’re willing. You want power, don’t you? For once, trust me when I say he would teach you more than you could ever imagine…lots of talent and potential in him.”
“He’d go crazy if he knew what kind of power I’m talking about,” Kurai replied, shrugging off his coats and shaking them out. “I’m pretty sure that those three were all about doing the right thing and actually using their powers for good.”
“I think you’ll find it’s the opposite. They hated each other, and I guarantee they would eat your generation for breakfast. The one I have is the kinder, somewhat more cowardly one.”
“Yuki, right?” Kurai struggled to remember, casting his mind back to age old memories of reading the Book on the days he truly had nothing better to do. Only about ten pages of it were useful information, the other pages consisted of mostly useless notes and information, and a crude drawing of a smiling stick man in the corner of the inside cover. It was a wonder how the Book had survived for all those years, it was falling to pieces and something had completely broken the spine. Kurai recalled he had to tape parts of it back together one night when he opened it and it fell to pieces in his hands.
“Yes, him,” Kyurem nodded, swinging his head around to the dingy opening. “I’d say he’ll arrive in a few seconds. Then you can see what you should be aiming for.”
Kurai hastily dragged one coat on and patted his feathers down, making a mental note to preen them later. His shirt was still gaping open, singed at the edges and in tatters. It wasn’t an image to be worn with pride, but it would have to do.
He looked into the darkness and raised an eyebrow when the same man came lumbering in, eyes fixed on a phone in hand that bounced bright light off the icy walls. His white coat was pristine, no sign of any dirt having so much as grazed it, the fur on his hood so unruffled that it appeared new. He looked up as he entered the lair, revealing a face that looked friendly enough, betrayed only by steel grey eyes like chips of ice. “I didn’t find what you were looking for, and they aren’t trading for wolf pelts anymore. Deer, they take, but they aren’t taking wolves because of a hunting controversy. Not for the next few months, at least.”
“Hmph. What am I going to do with them all then? Sew a blanket?” Kyurem replied, his gaze flitting to the pile of pelts spread haphazardly in the corner.
“I couldn’t tell you. Give it to your drone, perhaps,” he shrugged, and Kurai deflated upon hearing his new nickname. He had hoped that Kyurem wouldn’t mention anything about their arguments, but it was clear that had failed. “How is he?”
“Awake and standing right next to me,” he stated. “Kurai, this is Yuki. Yuki, Kurai.”
Yuki stared at him for a few moments, eyeing him like prey. “I see. A pleasure to meet you.”
Kurai mumbled a greeting back, sweeping one wing around him to better hide the state he was in. Yuki tilted his head in confusion, gesturing to Kyurem for an explanation. “He’s an angel. Not only does he have everything you do, but he gets wings and near immortality,”
Yuki nodded and turned back to him. “How is your wound?”
Kurai shrugged, unwilling to admit how painful it was in front of either Kyurem or Yuki, or that there were others they couldn’t see. “It aches, but that’s it.”
“I understand. I brought some things for you,” Yuki replied, throwing a rucksack over to him and taking his phone out once more. “If you’ll excuse me, I have other places to be, so I’ll be-“
“No, you’re staying here. Get off your Instsnap or Chatgram or whatever it is, because Kurai has something to ask of you,” Kyurem interjected, and Kurai glared as the dragon looked at him expectantly.
Yuki gave him the same look, and for a fleeting second Kurai pitied him. Spending hours upon hours with the dragon had to have some serious effect on his brain. “It’s nothing, and it can wait. If you need to go, then go.”
“I have time,”
“It can wait. I’m not sure what I want, really,” Kurai stuttered, awkwardly trying to recede from the conversation.
“He wants you to teach him how to be a man!” Kyurem declared, and Kurai smacked the beast with his wing as hard as he could as he collapsed into fits of laughter. Of all things, a dragon had to be the one to humiliate him further in front of his ancestor.
Yuki raised his eyebrows, joining in the laughter. “I can’t teach you that, you might want to look somewhere else,”
“No, what he wants is for you to teach him how to be a real Triad member. Not whatever he calls this. Or any of them, I can’t tell what they’re all trying to do on the best of days,” Kyurem managed to finish, wheezing from having laughed so much.
“Oh, I can do that, what of these do you know? I’m willing to teach you, but I need to know where to start,” he broke off an icicle hanging overhead and started drawing in the snow. Kurai leaned over and widened his eyes in panic when he saw that he was writing in Japanese. “I…uh…”
“What?”
“I don’t…I can’t read that.”
“You should’ve said,” he replied, kicking snow over what he had written and bending down to write something even more complicated than before. “I tend to assume that everyone is at a proficient level, like Kyurem.”
“No, I’m not,” Kurai sighed, searching for a way to tell him. “I don’t actually speak or read any Japanese.”
Yuki stopped, looked up at him. “What do you mean, you don’t understand Japanese?”
“I can speak English, Spanish and I can try Enochian?”
“You should know Japanese.”
“Why? It’s all but dead everywhere outside of Japan.”
He put his head in his hands, and beside them Kyurem started to giggle again. “You really have strayed. Have you not kept any of the traditions? Is the God Stone not in this Chasm? Do you not constantly work to better yourselves?”
“No? I was trying to be a normal person before I got made into an angel. None of us really care for any of the traditions so we don’t keep them. Being a ninja isn’t possible anymore,” Kurai explained, shuffling his feathers awkwardly. He shot a look at Kyurem, who had buried his face in his nest to muffle his laughter. It wasn’t clear which of them he was laughing at.
“How am I meant to teach you if you’re lacking even the most basic knowledge?”
“I mean, I know how to do a lot of stuff. My generation is just under yours for fighting and battle skill.”
“That’s a broad term. You know there’s eighteen different areas you need to be skilled at to even consider yourself a ninja? Our skills were split between us, but we all had a decent knowledge outside of our specialties. What I was writing is the individual names for each area.”
Kurai smiled, shrugging as Yuki rolled his eyes at him. “That’s the first I’ve heard of that. We were told to learn how to fight, blend in with anyone or any place and kill people.”
“At least tell me you know how to use a sword. That’s all I want to know.” Yuki sighed, spinning the icicle in one hand.
“Kind of?” Kurai answered hesitantly. He heard Kyurem mimic his reply under his breath and then break out in laughter again, muttering about how he’s going to kill him soon enough if he kept his replies up.
“I’ve never seen him hold anything bigger than a machete in my life! He barely knows anything!” Kyurem cackled, rolling over on to his side when Kurai hit him with a wing once more. “You’ll have to do a lot of work to get him even close to where you are.”
Yuki sighed irritably. “What about a spear? An axe? Knives? Anything with a blade?”
“Oh yeah, I had a lot of knives before the Eagle took them off me. And a spear too-“
“That’s all I need to know,” Yuki nodded, raising a hand to silence him. “You have something at least, and I can work from that. Come and see me tomorrow at dawn by the forest, and I’ll see if any of what you say is true.”
“Can I come?” Kyurem piped up, raising himself out of his nest to stick his head between the two. He continued giggling, desperately trying to keep a straight face as he gazed between them.
“No. He and I need to be alone.” Yuki replied, pushing the dragon’s head away and taking his phone out to tap at it for a few moments. “And don’t think about watching from a distance.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Sit here and wait for us to come back,” Yuki answered, locking the phone and looking back up at Kurai. For the first time, he noticed the visible height difference between them, and it seemed almost comical. He towered above Yuki by comparison. “Dawn. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
As he turned and walked back into the dark, Kurai glared at Kyurem as he struggled to regain his breath. The dragon met his eye for a second and collapsed again, unable to control himself.
“It’s not funny! You sat there and talked about not humiliating myself, and then you deliberately make me look like an idiot!” Kurai hissed, storming over to stand over the beast. He held his wings out to the side in anger, hoping to make him realize how angry he was.
“I don’t even need to do anything! You do it to yourself!” Kyurem spluttered, trying to wipe the tears out of his eyes with little success. “You’re a walking disaster, look at yourself! You don’t scare me, and you certainly don’t inspire hope in Yuki! What are you going to do, smack me again? It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“You deliberately made me look like an idiot!” Kurai repeated.
“How awful of me, you’re right, I apologise for hurting your feelings,” Kyurem replied, his growl dripping with sarcasm. “But he is right. I don’t know to this day how you managed to call yourself a ninja of any kind when it’s so obvious that you exist-“ he stopped, glancing back up. “Well, to paraphrase, you’re still a drone. The wings don’t help the image.”
“And you’re not helping either.”
“I don’t need to; I’m simply a bystander from here on. It’s between you and him to decide your course of action,”
“Really? Because at the rate you went there, I doubt he’s ever going to turn up tomorrow,” Kurai grumbled, turning to pick up the rucksack. It was surprisingly heavy, and he struggled not to show Kyurem that he wasn’t expecting it. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire.
“He will. He always does what he says.”
Kurai didn’t respond, stalking back to his corner and opening the bag. He tipped it upside down to examine the contents. He stared at it for a few moments, not registering the items heaped in front of him. He stared at them for a while longer, finally focusing on the tag of the coat that fell out. Pulling it closer, he scanned it and tried to make out the words in the dim light, widening his eyes and putting it back down he realized that the coat was his. (could perhaps be worded better?) “He broke into my house!”
Kyurem raised his head, narrowing his good eye to focus on the pile before him. “He did?”
“How could he have done? Cas and the others are living there?” he sifted through the items, picking out a torch and making sure to accidentally flash it into Kyurem’s eyes. Upon shining it down at the pile, he picked out his switchblade, a lighter, his wallet, two pairs of sunglasses he never recalled owning and a camera. Under the coat was a little alpaca keychain, and he scrambled to hide it from Kyurem’s view before he accused him of being any more childish.
The two examined the items for a moment, unsure what the other was thinking. “Is there a reason why there’s a camera there? He has a phone, right?”
Kyurem shrugged, gingerly picking it up with his teeth. “I don’t know. He might have run out of room on the phone. It was yours, after all,”
Kurai felt his blood turn to ice. He widened his eyes and looked up at the dragon in horror. “What?”
“The phone. It’s the one you threw into the Chasm after you thought it had stopped working. Yuki found it and then bought a solar powered charger. He’s been using it since.” He replied, juggling the camera around in his mouth and dropping it on the floor.
Heart sinking, Kurai understood why he had gotten emails about someone trying to access his accounts. He ignored them at the time, not bothered if someone was trying to take all the fake information he entered. But this phone was important. It had a lot more personal information on there than he cared to admit, and far too many messages that he didn’t want to remember. “He’s been in all my accounts,”
“Most likely, yes.”
“And he’s read all my messages.”
Kyurem nodded, and Kurai felt himself visibly cringe.
“What’s wrong? Have you been doing things you weren’t supposed to?”
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t talk to me about that ever again,” Kurai said firmly, shoving everything back in the bag and quickly walking out of the lair and into the labyrinth. He couldn’t face Kyurem, let alone endure another minute of his nonchalant, yet endless teasing. He would spend the night elsewhere, then meet up with Yuki in the morning, if he could even face him. He didn’t want to consider the impression Yuki had of him so far, and he found himself agreeing with the statement that he had strayed.
He found a crevice within the wall and settled down, leaning against the back and wall and remarking with a start that it was the same crevice Kyurem had trapped him in when the Clan took a visit to the Chasm so long ago. Tracing the scuffs n the wall where he had tried to break through the ice, he put the rucksack behind him and leant back. It wasn’t ideal, but it was more comfortable than being hunched against the corner of a dark cave.
Kurai drifted off into a doze, vaguely aware of Yuki coming and going past him to talk with Kyurem. He didn’t listen to anything they said, too exhausted to bother. At one point, what he guessed was hours later, Kyurem lumbered by. Kurai heard the scraping of ice against ice as he wormed his head into the hole. “Do you have hypothermia?”
“No,” Kurai mumbled, wrapping a wing closer around him. “I’m fine.”
“I wanted to check. People often crawl into a hole or somewhere isolated before they die of it,” the dragon replied. “And I promise I’m not teasing you now, I wanted to know before Yuki did anything.”
Kurai muttered an acknowledgement, waving him away and taking the sound of more scraping as a sign he had left.
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Kurai trudged through the snow, picking up his pace as he spotted Yuki in the distance. He had no choice now but to make a god impression and he was going to try his best to show him that he wasn’t as much of a fool as Kyurem had made him out to be.
(obviously there’s a hell of a lot before this), but the point is tatt he makes no progress)
“So what, I’m ‘soft’ because I screamed when Kyurem tore my arm off?” he argued, trudging up behind him.
Yuki stopped, turned. “No. I’m talking about people who sit there,” he started, miming stabbing a knife into a shoulder as he staggered and reeled. “And they go oh I’m so wounded! I’m dying! I’ve been stabbed, the gods themselves forsake me!” He stumbled against a tree and sent showers of snow raining down as he thudded against the trunk. “That kind of ‘soft’. Your reaction is justifiable.”
“Great acting,”
“I took lessons. Now move.”
“What are you even trying to teach me by taking me on these hikes every day?” Kurai questioned, flapping his wings as he sunk into the snow. He couldn’t understand how he had walked through the Chasm so easily before, now he sunk further into the snow at every step.
“Patience,”
“Is that the reply or the answer?”
“Answer. Idiot.” He replied gruffly.
Kurai scowled at his back, flapping his wings to get ahead of Yuki. When he landed a few feet ahead of him, he sighed as he cleared his throat. “Those things on your back,” Yuki started, struggling to find the right words.
“Yeah. Wings,” Kurai answered shortly, turning to face him.
“They’re heavy and inefficient. Rather loud at times, drag across the floor, easily spotted-“
“I like them!” Kurai cried, shaking them out as if to demonstrate. Yuki didn’t appear impressed.
“Cut them off.”
Kurai dropped his wings in surprise, bending the feathers into the snow and instantly lifting them back up again. He wasn’t sure whether to take him seriously or if this was an emergence of a sick sense of humour. “What? You took me all the way up here just to get me to cut them off?! I can’t!”
“Then hold still and I’ll do it for you,” Yuki shrugged, pulling out a knife and advancing towards him.
Kurai squeaked in fear, tripping over the deep snow while trying to fold his wings behind his back. “No seriously, you don’t understand!”
“Shut up and sit down so I can do this for you. You’ll thank me later.” Yuki ordered, jumping to the side and sliding around to take hold of his feathers. Kurai yelped and spun away from him, pulling them tight against his back. “If you cut them off then I’ll die. Seriously, I can shrink them and you won’t even notice they’re there!”
Yuki blinked at him, understanding spreading over his face when Kurai pulled the wing back and shrunk it down to half the size. “I see. But what purpose do they have? They slow you down and don’t appear to be of any benefit to you.”
“I can fly with them and they give me the extra powers, like the immortality and everything,” Kurai explained, feeling exposed now that the feathers weren’t covering his back.
“Fly?” Yuki queried, gesturing for him to follow as he walked off once more.
“Yeah. Sometimes I can go from a standing start, but I’d have to find a cliff to show you. Or anywhere with a drop.” Kurai said, trotting along beside him.
“Can you carry people while flying?”
“No, too much drag. I’m not aerodynamic to start with,” He explained. “Nor am I strong enough. You need a lot of energy to fly.”
“But surely they feed off your own energy? They aren’t real, after all, I could put my hand through them and it wouldn’t cause any damage, so why are you exerting physical effort to fly?” Yuki continued, grabbing hold of his feathers as if to demonstrate.
“Because they’re extra limbs. It’s the same as flapping your arms,” Kurai answered as he wiggled them free of his grip. He couldn’t tell how Yuki knew they weren’t strictly real, but didn’t want to ask and open up another can of worms. “You don’t use any powers to do that.”
“That’s not my point. What I’m saying is those wings are physical manifestations of your power that are allowed to affect your body. If you could break through the mental wall you have up, you easily could do anything you wanted with them.”
“What are you talking about?” Kurai asked, jumping as Yuki quickly drew a circle with a line in the middle in the snow. He had only seen his telekinesis once before and the sudden movement still startled him.
He pointed to the half furthest from them. “That’s where you are now. You’re happy to use your powers and not push any further beyond that line because you don’t need to. And that line stops you from learning anything beyond what you know,” he explained, then crossed through the line and pointed to the closer half. “When you get past that, there’s nothing you can’t do. You can learn anything and do anything and you won’t get any side effects. At the moment, you only know how to start to straddle that wall, and you don’t do it voluntarily.”
“Yeah I get that-“
“You need to break through somehow. I can tell you right now that you won’t improve unless you do, because what you have in that little section behind the wall either isn’t enough and you’ve gotten complacent, or it’s too much for you to handle so you don’t push any limits.”
Kurai stopped for a moment. “Are you seriously telling me you walked us most of the way up this mountain to tell me I’m basically failing in everything?”
Yuki looked back at him vapidly. “Perhaps,”
“Why?”
“The point is that you learn what it’s like to push your limits again, like you did when you were here last. I can’t go throwing you into the deep end with basically no training or attempts to build yourself up in preparation.” “Yeah, well I don’t want to do it that way. I’d rather you taught me now and completely fucked me up so I can learn that way!”
“You don’t want me to do that,” Yuki sighed, brushing over the diagram and putting his hands in his pockets. “Unless you particularly like nursing wounds and doing everything else I tell you in excruciating pain. You’ll get seriously injured without me meaning to do anything, simply because you aren’t ready.”
“I don’t care! Do it, because if you don’t I won’t know myself what I’m doing wrong!” Kurai snapped.
“No. I’m not having you injured when Kyurem is building up to have another harsh winter,”
“It’s October. There’s plenty of time before that starts and I heal fast anyway-“
“While being incredibly prone to infection,” Yuki countered, pointing at the burn on his chest. “Harsh winters start in late October and don’t end until mid-March, and cold makes any injuries hurt more. You should know both of those things. For the type of injuries you’d get, exercise would be essential, which you won’t be able to get since we’ll both be stuck inside the Chasm. So again, unless you like permanent or at least long term injury and pain, I’d recommend against starting a fight with me.”
Kurai pounced at Yuki, sick of hearing him talk. He was too logical and didn’t give reactions like Kyurem and he could feel the pent up energy in him screaming to be let loose. He reached out to grab hold of him, confused when his hand touched nothing and he fell into the snow.
Yuki looked down at him. “Are you alright?”
“You were right there!” Kurai barked, picking himself up and brushing the snow.
“I thought you’d do it eventually so I was ready to move,” Yuki shrugged, wandering off along the ridge. Kurai watched him go, sizing him up to attack again. “It’d be even worse if you were to start on me now. I don’t have a death wish, but I’m happy to defend myself as needed, even if it involves throwing you off this ridge.”
(fight follows, Kurai gets absolutely WRECKED and yuki is like sorry but I told you man, at which point Kurai is like wtf you aren’t meant to hurt each other in training? And yuki is like what did I literally tell you before we started lmfao anyway see me in two days. He wrenches his shoulder, just to add. Not separately it happens during their fight)
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Two days later, Kurai waited by the lake, nursing his arm. He hadn’t told Kyurem about their fight, only lied that Yuki found something that he wanted to investigate. The dragon didn’t question him and didn’t seem to notice how he held his arm at an angle to alleviate the pain. Instead, They spent the past two days trying to reach a solution to their problems.
On the second day, Kurai left Kyurem to fall asleep with his head on his chest after their discussions, for the first time feeling that the dragon posed no threat to him. The cold eased the pain and he was more than grateful for his presence. Removing himself from the dragon proved difficult without waking him up, worsened by not being able to put any weight on his shoulder. He slid out of the lair in the early hours of the morning, hoping to reach the lake at about midday.
He watched the sun overhead, narrowing his eyes at the glare bouncing off the snow. Yuki said it might be one of the last few days they would get to see it before March.
(blah blah filler)
Yuki walked past him, only indicating he should follow by catching his eye. Kurai heaved himself up from the log, pausing for a moment as Yuki started to walk directly into the lake. Yuki appeared fearless, but Kurai had the distinct feeling he was doing this against his will. He had found some of his belongings in the lake years before, suggesting that something had occurred there that he had left everything down there.
Reluctantly, he followed, bracing himself at the biting cold. It shook him to the core, almost sending him skittering back to the shore, but he continued, wanting to see what Yuki was so determined on.
He stood at the bottom of the lake, looking up at him. “Come on, we don’t have much time,”
Kurai stood, speechless. He was using his power. His one, unique power that he had. His gaze shifted to his wrists, checking to see if he had stolen an older pair of his wristbands, stunned to find nothing. “You…how?”
“It’s not difficult,” Yuki shrugged. “I’m more surprised that you couldn’t learn to do it without mechanical aids.”
“I didn’t….” he trailed off, stunned into silence. “When did you learn?” he sputtered.
“I told you to rest for two days for a reason. As I was saying before, once you get past the mental wall, there’s theoretically nothing you can’t master. I don’t personally see any use for this power beyond a party trick, though. Why do you use it when it’s this painful?”
“How painful?” Kurai asked, wandering down to his depth. His wings trailed out behind him, dragging him down and slowing his descent. Crystals of ice already pricked at the feathers, showered off as he began to shiver.
“Painful enough that I wouldn’t want to do it again.”
“You’ve done it wrong. It hurts, but it’s bearable. Can I-,” he hesitated. The last time he asked Yuki about something stupid he’d done, he wished he had kept his mouth shut. “How many times did you almost die doing this?”
“I never ‘almost’ die. ‘Almost’ dying is a rookie mistake that indicates a lack of skill and incorrect technique, which I have none of. The question should be how many times have you almost died doing this?”
“You’ve taken away the one unique thing I could do-, “ Kurai started, stopped as Yuki held up a hand.
“Answer me, Kurai. How many times, be it doing this or anything else, have you almost died?”
“It’s in the triple digits.” He admitted after a period of uncomfortable silence.
“That’s my point. You’ve never had any kind of formal training in your life, if I’m assuming correctly. Too busy going totally against what we were created to be-“
“Which are bodyguards-slash-assassins,”
“No. That’s what you, and everyone but my generation believed. We knew what we had to be, and by doing that we became the best. As you have said yourself, nobody gets good at doing what you do through natural talent,” Yuki countered, lowering his voice. “My point being, you need to rethink what you are. You aren’t an angel with unique, special powers graced upon you by a nameless monster, nor are you the legendary assassin that you and others believe. You are a victim, yes, I won’t take that from you, but what you have done is let that sentiment control you. And that’s why you haven’t progressed in the past few years. That’s why you have regressed, in fact.”
“Why are you telling me this here? Did you learn how to mimic me just to give me this lecture? Why not do it halfway up a mountain like the other day?”
“No, and it’s the only place Kyurem never goes in. I know that you don’t want him hearing anything I say to you,”
“How-“
“I can read your mind like a book. My original point is that until you work out what you really are, you aren’t going to be able to completely understand what I teach you. So I’m going to start you off on what you need to believe if this is ever going to work,” Yuki continued, moving closer to him. Despite having to tilt his head up to make eye contact, Kurai still felt intimidated by him. He knew that if he chose, Yuki could crush him like a bug. The occasional times they sparred were proof of that, especially after their battle in the days before. “You’re one of the Shadow Triad, and in my opinion, a disgrace to the family’s name. Sit on that, and don’t come back to me until you know what that means and you’re ready to change it.”
“What has Kyurem been tell-“
“Don’t. Argue with me. Sit on it,” Yuki snapped, backing away a few heartbeats later. “If three people tell you the exact same thing, and more say it behind your back, then it isn’t the rambling of a dragon. It’s the truth. Accept it, put it aside, and move on to better yourself,” He finished, stalking away a few paces and calling over his shoulder before disappearing into the darker reaches of the water. “If you decide to listen to me, I’ll be waiting in Greywater Ridge. Do not go there if you aren’t completely prepared.”
Kurai watched him walk away, then sunk down into the pebbles. Everything Yuki told him was what he had been trying to do for years. Still, something stirred within him that told him he was lying to him, manipulating him into seeing things his way.
A wave of doubt crept over him as he began to process what he had been told. If Yuki was right, then he would have killed Yami and Ulfric for nothing, He was already disturbed at how quickly he had killed his own brother, how he tortured his best friend, but only now did he think that something was seriously wrong. It was always just ‘the way he was’. Murder and blood was a part of his life. Without it, Kurai hesitated to admit he was nothing.
And yet, Yuki was right. He had let being a victim control him. He didn’t know what he was like before Kyurem attacked him; all he had known for the past four years was sleepless nights, fear and more blood. It wasn’t any way to live, and he had paid the price many times before for his mistakes. If Yuki was right, then he didn’t know how he was going to fix himself.
Kyurem was right. He was broken and he needed fixing, but the dragon was taking the wrong approach. He had deserved all the pain and attacks brought on him, and he understood now why he was so frustrated when he saw no improvement. Every therapist and psychologist he had ever seen suggested that he may be to blame for everything bad that happened, and he always brushed them off. He only now saw they were right.
He had wasted a lot of time and money on those therapists.
Kurai slowly stood up and started to pace around the lake. Yuki was disappointed with him, but he had Kyurem on his side for the first time in years. He shook his wings out, hoping to get some blood moving through them again, only cracking the thin sheets of ice that had begun to form over the feathers.
(hes like holy shit, talks with kyurem in vague terms and does a lot of soul searching)
“Kyurem, what was it said to me when I was here that winter?” Kurai asked hesitantly, standing in front of the dragon as he looked blankly at him.
“Which time? When we went into my home, when you came back here and begged to stay the night, when I ate your arm, when we had our fight at the station, or a different time? I said a lot of things to you,”
“I think it was when you crushed my ribs. Something about me being a failure to the family?” he guessed, repressing a shiver as memories of the pain came flooding back.
“Oh, that! I told you that you were a failure to your family because you couldn’t always put your morals aside to do your job and how everything affects you, even though you pretend it doesn’t. You never suffered any consequences until now, did you?”
“Yuki said the same thing as you,” Kurai muttered, lowering his eyes. “Is it really true, then?”
“Only you can answer that. I only know you so well, and I admit some of what I said was only said out of anger.” Kyurem looked up at him and attempted to fold his arms, only managing to touch his claws to each other.
“I don’t know. He said I can’t fight anymore because I’ve lost the ability to look at people and predict what they’re going to do. I’ve lost everything because I haven’t had the need to use any of it,” Kurai murmured, sitting down and curling his wings around him.
“It’s not unusual. Yuki was guilty of the same thing, as was Sairento. They left their powers to sit for years, Yuki in particular when he disappeared off the grid to escape a fight he could see boiling between Hikage and Karu. He returned and found he could barely do anything, so disappeared again to try and bring them all back,” Kyurem explained, flinging part of a stag towards him. “He brought too much back and accidentally discovered that he could master anything, so he did.”
“What about Sairento?” Kurai asked, idly fiddling with the meat as he stripped the skin away and offered some of the pieces to Kyurem. The offering was useful for him; if he continued to feed Kyurem then he would be able to distract him enough to tell him everything he knew.
“I don’t remember. I want to tell you that he did the same as you, but I wouldn’t take my words as truth.” Kyurem chewed at the meat. “He won’t mention it, but Yuki nearly killed the other two when he returned for good and their inevitable battle broke out. From there on, they all left each other alone and did move to different regions, only meeting every year or so to share information.”
“How did he do that?”
“He used some of your shadow powers and it ripped their powers from them for about six months. Which, as you know, is what killed the starting generation,” the dragon leant forward to snap at the chunk of meat, and Kurai hid it behind his wing to keep him away. “Whether he intended to do that, I still don’t know. But it remains-,”
“Wait. You just said he almost killed his brothers and they were always fighting,” Kurai interrupted, throwing another strip into the beast’s mouth. “There’s a pattern. The starting generation were fine, and so were the first and second generation. His generation clearly wanted to kill each other, Cas and his generation wanted to kill everything around them, fifth dealt with things they shouldn’t done, and it’s the same with the sixth,”
“What are you trying to say?”
“That my generation is part of the next pair, if you want. And the whole family has issues with killing each other or other people and getting too far out of our depth!” Kurai exclaimed, breaking out into a smile as Kyurem looked at him in confusion. “Which means I’m normal! You and Yuki spent so long telling me I’m not like the rest of them, but I am! I’m exactly like them!”
Kyurem was silent, chewing the deer slowly as he thought. “You’re right,”
“So I still have the problems, but I can fix it, right? Like you said?”
“In theory, yes.”
“And if I work out what the problems are, then I can fix it all?” Kurai asked, hope sweeping him up as he beamed down at Kyurem. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he had made a breakthrough.
Kyurem nodded, and Kurai kicked the deer back to him as he ran out of his lair. “Don’t come looking for me!” he called over his shoulder, skidding through the labyrinth in excitement. He had found a way, there was hope for him
(soul searching occurs because he realizes he has no idea where greywater ridge is. At all. So he has to go back to kyurem, ask, and then travel there)
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“I’m ready.”
“You think you’re ready? After a month, you think you’re ready?”
“I wouldn’t be standing in front of you if I wasn’t.” Kurai answered.
“Fine,” Yuki replied, emerging from the shadow cast by a boulder in the dying light. “I know your limits already, and I know you only reach them when you focus all your power at once on pushing through. I will teach you that that can be done multiple times with no repercussions.”
Kurai nodded, and Yuki gestured to follow. “Power, energy, whatever you call it, is able to be harnessed from everywhere. It isn’t something that you generate yourself or you leech off of others. This entire Chasm is waiting to be tapped into by someone. All it takes is to make the first move.”
“How do you do that?”
“Look into the God Stone like Heizu did. If you’re the ‘right someone’, then it will show you all you need to know. I will simply show you how to harness it and use it to your advantage.”
“Whre can I find it?”
“I believe it’s in your house. You’ll have to get in there without disturbing the others, which I trust you can do. Once you find it, return it to the Chasm.”
Kurai nodded, turning on his heel and teleporting back to his house. Immediately, he pressed himself against the wall, turning invisible as he leant in to look through the window. Inside, Cas lounged across the sofa, his sofa, watching repeats of the Food Network while the Hummingbird sprawled across the floor, covering it in macaroni. In the kitchen, Anna and the Dove were talking, laughing as they slaved over another pot of macaroni. Kurai was suddenly relieved that he didn’t have to supply the funds for pasta anymore, nor getting banned from multiple stores in one week for buying their entire stocks of pasta.
He squinted at Cas, debating whether the Vulture would see him if he walked past him to find the Stone. With a start, he realized that he was looking straight at him, and he slammed himself down below the window as he began to sit up. He slunk around the house and hid behind the wall as he heard the front door open. Seconds later, it closed, and when Kurai returned to the window, Cas was back to watching the TV. There was no choice but to wait until they were all asleep before he could break into his own house and steal his own property.
He waited, watching the sun set in the distance and glancing back into the window to see if they had fallen asleep. Cas stayed up the longest, near midnight before he turned the TV off and settled down on the sofa. Kurai scowled at him from the window. The sofa was his, and the sight of Cas lolling over it frustrated him.
He slunk back towards the door, comforted by the fact it was unlocked, as usual. They had kept one of his habits, at least. Sliding into the room, he scanned for anything in his way, only spotting a discarded bowl of macaroni near the middle of the room. He crept around the walls regardless, freezing any time Cas shifted a centimetre. The Vulture would be able to sense him without trying, but everyone else would be oblivious.
Kurai stopped at the doorway into the kitchen, thinking for a moment over where he left the Stone. Something within him told him it was in the basement, covered up by a pile of weapons that used to be organised. He had done it in case anyone broke in while he was out, so that they would never think to look under a mound of precariously balanced sharp objects, but never considered that he might be the intruder one day.
He carefully crept down into the basement, barely remembering to miss the squeaking step at the bottom. He couldn’t risk turning the light on, nor checking to see where any loose weapons or trip hazards were. The walls were out of bounds, they had everything neatly racked up after a sudden fit of organisation one evening.
Taking a deep breath, Kurai walked into the darkness, praying that no one had left any surprises for him to find. He opened his wings and trailed his primaries against the walls, hoping to get a feel for where he was. The pile was in the back corner, under a shelf that had a book sticking off the end. As he stepped forward, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the brush of the cover against one feather.
He crouched, slowly extending his palm towards where he guessed the weapons were. His palm grazed the tip of a spear, and then he turned to remove each weapon from the top, one by one. Gently, he reached inside the hole where he thought the Stone was, letting himself relax when he felt the cold rock. He picked it up and stuffed it in a pocket, replacing each weapon as quickly as he could and standing up. Now there was a clear path in and out, back to Yuki and back to finding limitless power. It wasn’t eactly what he had been looking for in the first place, but it was close.
As he turned and began to move away, he was blown back as a fireball blew past his head.
The Eagle stood at the foot of the stairs, hand aflame. “You made a mistake coming all the way back here, buddy,”
Kurai stared him down, head reeling as he desperately searched through every move he made since he entered. Nobody was meant to be awake now, and he had watched the Eagle leave at sunset. He had never returned, and he never heard the back door open or shut either.
“What’ve you got there? You taking the God Stone? And you think you’re gonna leave this house with it?” he threatened, walking forward and washing the basement in orange light as the flames bounced off the polished metal.
Kurai remained silent, extending his wings to return the gesture. He flitted his gaze away from the Eagle, catching Cas’s shadow lingering by the steps. He was cornered, with no way out unless he blasted through the ceiling and into the living room. Teleporting and potentially alerting Yuki to his quick escape would only mean he would lose any hope he had left in him.
“You scared of me? You scared I’m gonna leave you with worse scars than before?” he questioned, letting the fire drip off his hand and ignite the floor. “You should be. You won’t get out this time. You and I are gonna have a long talk about respect, and if you don’t understand, we can have it as many times as you need.”
Kurai surged forward, knocking Miku aside and crying out in pain as he felt his hand clamp around his ankle, bringing him hard on to the floor. At once, Cas was at his side, and Kurai cursed as he watched his eyes turn black and gold.
“Now, we aren’t gonna do anything to start. We were thinking of giving you another chance like we did with Cas back in the day. But I think it’s pretty stupid of you to come back here after you went runnin’ scared into the Chasm. What’ve you been doing down there? Makin’ daisy chains and peace with that dragon? He can’t save you. He’s good as useless right now,” Miku growled, crouching down so that the fire was dangerously close to his face. Kurai squirmed away, memories of the torture flashing back into his mind. “I think you’d look pretty with another scar on your face. Take it back to whoever you’re with to tell ‘em how bad you fucked up.”
“Or we could kill you and keep bringing you back to life. You’re used to that, aren’t you?” Cas purred. “I could leave those demons you put on me and give them to you. Or I could get Rinh to do whatever she wants to you. You like that, right?”
“Don’t involve her in this,” Kurai snarled, and was met with laughter. “She’s only ten! She doesn’t need to be involved in all this!”
“Well look at that! He has a conscience after all!” Miku guffawed, pressing his hand into the concrete and darkening the room once more. Smoke hissed up from the cold concrete. “A conscience ain’t gonna bring Yami back. It ain’t gonna save you from any of this, so I’d recommend you forgot you ever had that right about now.”
In a second, Kurai sensed Cas coming down to stab him, rolling away and kicking his legs out from under him. He scrambled up the wall, racing up the stairs and down the hall. Another fireball spun past his head, and he tripped and fell. The God Stone rolled out from his coat, and he reached desperately for it, flinching away as Cas kicked it aside.
The Vulture picked him up by his collar, and Kurai winced at the sudden pressure. “You’re lucky I’m not killing you now,”
Kurai didn’t answer, looking anywhere but Cas’s eyes. He felt Miku come up behind him, heart racing as he felt cold metal against the base of his wings. Instantly, he flailed, falling out of Cas’s grip and rolling past to grab the Stone. He blasted out of the door, taking off down the street and flying into the night.
He risked a glance behind, putting on a burst of speed as Miku closed in behind him. The heat he was emanating was already too intense to cope with, and Kurai banked sharply away to try and throw the Eagle off him.
He had to get away. He couldn’t follow him back into the Chasm or get injured any further than he already was. Yuki would know immediately what had happened, and there would be no hope left for him. Worse still, he might try to kill Yuki or Kyurem, and another wave of fear swept over him.
Suddenly, Kurai stopped, letting himself fall and firing a burst of shadow up into Miku’s face, hoping to blind him. The Eagle yelped, halting and trying to wave the energy off. Kurai flew underneath him, sending out two clones to drive Miku back down to the ground. He didn’t turn and look back, only allowing the sound of the impact to tell him his plan had worked.
He flew as hard as he could back to the Chasm, wings pumping as he tried to speed up. They burned with the effort, and only after he couldn’t spot the city any more did he let himself fall into a glide.
He wasn’t careful enough. He knew that Cas would sense his presence no matter what he did, but he knew he could beat him in a fight. The Eagle was entirely different. He was scared of him. The first time he ever saw him, he privately thought he looked more like a bear than a person, but he was kind and gentle until Yami was killed. He never would have hurt a fly. He acted as a father figure for Rinh, and everyone agreed that was best for the little orphan.
He didn’t want to consider how he was acting towards her now he had changed so violently. He hoped that there was no difference, and that he was still the ‘papa bear’ character he used to be, but he knew better.
If he came into the Chasm, then Yuki could protect them. He hoped that he would. Kyurem would be useless, and he managed to start laughing as he thought of the Eagle melting the snow that covered the land just by walking in. He hated hinging all his hope on one person, disliking how dependent it left him, but it was necessary. Yuki was the only one who had enough skill to try and outwit and outpace the Eagle.
He flew for another few hours, passing deep into the Chasm as the sun rose once again. He banked to the west, back towards Greywater Ridge, yet had no intention of landing back there. Instead, he leaned into a slow descent. The fresh wound on his ankle was starting to pierce into his thoughts, and he needed time to examine it and make sure it wasn’t bad.
Kurai tumbled down into a deep snow bank, leaning back and into the coolness as his wings shook and his chest heaved. He wished he was more like Cas, able to fly for hours without an sign of exhaustion. He wasn’t made for flying distances.
He looked down gingerly at his ankle and immediately saw an angry red. Peeling the charred fabric away, he inhaled through his teeth as he pulled the strands free from the scab. It would take a long time to heal and would be difficult to keep clean, but he was confident it wouldn’t bother him. The wound on his chest hurt more and was always on his mind, this he could ignore.
Peeking his head over the snow, he tried to work out where was, disorientated from the flight. The only time he had ever seen the Chasm from above was from looking at an ancient map, and he knew for certain that it was inaccurate. Digging himself out of the snow, he began to walking in what he prayed was the right direction.
He wandered back to Greywater Ridge, whistling to get Yuki’s attention as he waved the Stone in the air for him to see. Yuki turned, then teleported closer to him. “You took longer than I thought. What happened?”
“Light sleepers. I thought I’d take it slow instead of rushing it and waking them all up,” Kurai lied, forcing his wings to stop shaking. “Now what?”
“There’s a place somewhere inside the Chasm, I don’t know where it is, but it’s where the Stone will reach the peak of its energy. Do what you think it’s telling you to when you get to the place, and it will guide you through the whole ceremony,” Yuki explained, quickly taking it from his hand and examining it, taking particular care over the shattered edge.
“Wait, ceremony?” Kurai questioned. No one had ever mentioned it was a formal affair.
“Yes, it’s a big thing for someone to be able to tap into the power here and live. That’s why we look after it, it’s so volatile that it could kill whoever holds it.” Yuki continued calmly, handing it back to him. “Once you’ve done that, have some time to yourself and then we’ll talk. I’ll find you.”
Kurai nodded and teleported to the entrance of the Chasm, wincing as he unclenched his wings and felt a cramp spasm through them. Tramping into the cave, he began to search through the labyrinth. He had only memorised part of the maze, still running the risk of getting lost and never being able to find his way out.
Something about the way Yuki talked about the God Stone put him off. He knew it contained enough power to potentially fold the Universe in on itself until nothing was left, and had the potential to manipulate anything or anyone around it, but he had never seen any accounts of a normal person holding it and being killed as a result. It didn’t make him feel any different to know he was essentially holding a bomb that could explode at any moment and kill everything, wipe everything he ever knew from the planet.
And at the same time, its significance was so downplayed that he was hdiign it under a pile of weapons in the corner in a basement. Somehow it felt wrong to treat a weapon of mass destruction that way.
He wandered near the cliff within the Chasm, squinting up through the shafts of blue light cast down through the ice. It was impossible to tell how large the Chasm truly was below ground, or what reason the tunnels and the labyrinth existed. It wasn’t efficient for Kyurem to have to stalk through a maze in order to find trapped prey, so there would be no reason for it to really exist.
Kurai came to the edge of the cliff, leaning over the edge and down into the depths below. The bottom wasn’t visible, and chunks of ice occasionally fell from the sheer wall and fell endlessly. He never heard them hit the bottom.
The Stone began to vibrate in his hand, and Kurai sensed that the only way was down. He tried to visualise where he was teleporting, uncertainty pricking up his spine. He never liked teleporting somewhere he didn’t know, never could see the risks he was going to face. But he had to trust Yuki. He would never deliberately put him in any danger unless he deserved it, like during their fight on the mountain.
Kurai steeled himself and walked off the edge, allowing himself to fall before teleporting down and squeezing his eyes shut.
When he opened his eyes, he stared up at the top of the wall and saw no end. It was at least two hundred metres tall by his estimate. If the God Stone decided to try to kill him or disable his powers, he would have no way of making his way back up.
A shard of ice smashed down beside him, and he backed to the far wall. Barely any light filtered down through the ice, his only light being that soft blue glow of the Stone in his hand. He held it up to try and scan around him, disappointed to find the light wasn’t as strong as he thought.
(there's more but its unfinished and not worth posting so sorry ): by the way...miku/the eagle is very very heavily inspired off the antagonist from the revenant so. there's that?)
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streetiebelle
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Post by Rainfur-sama-senpai-desu on Dec 9, 2015 7:04:44 GMT -5
damn, hey streety i haven't responded in the last four days b/c of issues but my ipod broke last night and that's actually why all my chats are saved but there's no response, something literally happened as i was responding i'll tell you about it but i don't want to post it here. either way i'm really sorry man, i'm not ignoring you or anything, hope to god you read this really soon somehow. i don't know how long it will take to get me a new ipod so lmao. if you read this please just post or pm me. thanks here's a website with a pettable (undertale?) dog as an apology... dogs.are.the.most.moe/
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 19, 2016 18:08:30 GMT -5
i just couldn't get in the right mood tonight despite finding good music. i started to edit at least but there's still more that needs putting in to tie it together....meme pitch retelling is like 90% done at least yay im still pining to do something chasm related because of this fucking revenant main theme ( listenonrepeat.com/?v=fOIkv-5EuAM#The_Revenant_Soundtrack_-_Main_Theme ) literally only reason i did that on ytrepeat is so you dont gt any spoilers from related videos u_n ANYWAY YAMI BROKE THE PLOT AGAIN S/O TO MA BOY AND I EXPLAIN WHY AT THE END. 'The Brond' Survives helicopter crash and is like ayo kyurem when he turns up. They have a bit of chat that goes like wtf how. Why. You stupid fuck. And hes like okay lets make a deal. Feed me and I wont try to kill him and s they accidentally become besties over the course of a month. Need to see that kyurem is surprisingly normal. Has his quirks but GENUINELY cares for yami and his wellbeing. As mentioned in chat, final show of trust before meme pitch is like k you can get on my back lets go Until meme pitch happens, which I THINK ill rewrite because it shows yami’s pov. Its basically a switched around only friend alpaca. Kurai is lily, kyurem is kurai and yami is there to make sure there’s a plothole.) “Why are you here?” Kyurem grumbled, clawing over the mangled frame and grabbing his collar, lifting him free of the wreckage and narrowly avoiding the blade that stuck out from the bank. “They said I could help them find him,” Yami replied, unhooking himself from the jagged pieces before Kyurem could rip him free. “What they didn’t expect was that gale knocking us out of the sky.” “I’ll take the blame for that, I’m not finished with him yet, so I’m driving away any attempts to rescue him.” “How long is it going to take? It’s been over a month now, we’ve been going crazy trying to track him down, and you stand here and tell me you aren’t done with him yet?” he snapped, gesturing wildly to the white expanse around them. “What’s the point?” “Teaching him a lesson. Someone has to.” “I could’ve died because of what you did there! Then you’d never get what you want, because he’d only have a few days left before he dies!” “I wasn’t doing it deliberately to spite you,” he explained, gaze shifting back to the smouldering wreckage behind them. “I had no idea that you were on that helicopter. It’s all to take revenge on him.” “If you want revenge then you should’ve taken the three of us together-“ Yami started, stopping short as the dragon began to laugh. “And let you work together to ensure each other’s survival? You would trick me soon enough. You would leave one of you behind while the other two escaped, then have the remaining one run away once I found them. I’ve seen it and had it done to me before by your kind before now.” Blah balh filler “I think we should make a deal. I’m hungry, and you’re lost and worried about your brother. If you hunt for me when I ask, I won’t kill him. I may touch him, but I will not outright kill him,” Kyurem offered, circling around him and nudging the bow and rifle on his back. “You’re a good shot, I know that much. We’d be useful to each other.” “How can I trust you?” he questioned, pivoting around to face the dragon. “You can’t, and I understand that. I’m hoping that in doing this, you’ll learn to trust me.” “And if I don’t bring anything back for you to eat for whatever reason?” “Then we go hungry and you try again the next day. I know that prey is scarce here,” Kyurem shrugged, shouldering past to snuffle around the wreckage and reaching into the mangled seats. “If you think about it, it isn’t in your interest to make both of us suffer by not finding food, is it?” Yami bit his lip, looking around. Although the snow was falling gently, it had covered the tracks Kyurem had left just a minute ago. He knew that if he didn’t team up with him, he’d be lost in the Chasm without a hope of finding his way out. He wasn’t the one that had pored over the ancient maps for hours, Kurai was. And he wasn’t there. He glanced at Kyurem, who had stuck his head into the charred remains of the pilot. He picked the body up and pulled it outside, repeating the same with the co-pilot and navigator. The dragon caught his eye and blinked. “Storage. If I ever come back here I don’t have to bother hunting. Or if we get separated, you can find these and not die from starvation,” Yami nodded, not wanting to bring up an ethical argument with the beast over whether it was right to eat the people he had called friends just hours ago. He shivered, narrowing his eyes into the wind that rolled down the valley. “Where is this?” “You would call it Jagged Pass. It’s about 300 miles north of where the Chasm itself is. When the sun starts to rise again it will come through the two peaks over there,” Kyurem explained, digging a broken propeller into the ground like a tombstone. “If I were to make this a harsher winter than usual, you and I wouldn’t be standing here now. In fact, I believe you would have suffocated in snow by now.” “This isn’t harsh?” “I had to make at least one thing easy for your brother,” He grumbled, shaking himself like a dog to clear the snow and soot from behind his head. “Come on, he’ll be at least three miles ahead of us by now.” “Where is he going?” “I was hoping you would know that. I believe he’s running away from me to get to Kalos, but by the way he’s veering to the right, I want to say he’s heading to the Edge,” “And that’s where?” “You wouldn’t know, it’s uncharted territory. It’s the ocean between this region and another one I don’t recall the name of. And before you ask why, it’s called the Edge because the cliffs give way at a moment’s notice. You know, like a metaphor. You’ll always be on the edge of life and death.” Yami hummed in acknowledgement, unwilling to tell Kyurem that that sounded like the cheesiest excuse for a name that he had heard in his life. They were getting on so well that he wasn’t going to ruin it now. “Where can he run to? I thought there was nothing out there apart from more of this?” he asked, gesturing at the snow as they crested over a rise. “There’s somewhere a few miles away from the border, but yes. The terrain flattens out from here, aside from some hills and drops,” the beast nodded, smirking. “You’re a lot more inquisitive than your brother. I like that.” “Yeah, well one of us needs to know what we’re looking at,” Yami replied, falling in behind Kyurem as he climbed over a patch of rocks. “That’s good, because there are no landmarks to help you find where you are.” They moved in silence for a while, trundling through the snow and weaving around sparse strips of trees. After the sky darkened further, Kyurem suddenly stopped and settled down. “He’s stopped.” “How can you tell?” Yami wheezed. He had started having trouble keeping up with the beast when they moved into deeper snow and welcomed the break. “I can smell him. Now would you kindly go and find something for me to eat? That pilot earlier wasn’t quite enough,” Kyurem asked, stretching out and rolling around to dig a nest in the snow. “A deer or a rabbit will do. There’s one of each hiding near the trees we passed a while ago “How am I meant to do that when it’s nearly pitch black out here?” he cried in exasperation. “Use your powers?” “He’ll know I’m here if I do that, and then he might come looking for me and run straight into you,” Yami explained, sighing as he had a different realisation. “Or try and kill us both.” “Do you even know what caring for someone means?” “Of course. I care about you, but in a different way I care about Kurai. Less of a ‘rip your arm off’ and more of a ‘listen to you and your feelings’ relationship. You have never directly caused me any problems, so I listen to you,” “How is ripping his arm off caring for him?” Yami looked up at the dragon incredulously. “It will teach him a lesson. Not now, not soon, but he’ll remember.” “I’m not following, you don’t tear limbs off people or things to teach them a lesson,” Yami sputtered. “You rip limbs off to try and kill something!” Kyurem sighed, resting his head down on the ground. “You wouldn’t see it. If I rip his arm off then he’ll remember and realize that, although at a highly exaggerated level, that it’s the effect he has on others and will continue to have if he doesn’t change his ways,” “You’re lying to me,” Yami replied bluntly. He could tell he had struck a nerve when the dragon shifted, fangs twitching out from his mouth for a second in irritation. Kyurem rolled on to his side and locked eyes with him, glinting in the dying light of the fire. “Yes, I am. I did it because he stole my food and I was hungry, so I attacked him to try and get the deer I killed back. I found that he had eaten or lost it, so I took his arm as something to hold me over, then spun it into a life lesson for him. But you don’t know that, do you?” Yami was silent for a few moments. “You’re joking.” “Not at all.” “Did you say anything to him?” Kyurem hesitated, unease pricking up his spines. “I may have threatened to repeat what I did to him that summer again if I saw him another time,” Yami sat, open mouthed at Kyurem’s reply. The beast flailed his arms desperately, rolling back on to his front and looking up at Yami like a misbehaving puppy. “I didn’t mean to! I wanted him to leave but I wanted to eat as well!” “You threatened to kill him, and you’re wondering why he’s running?” “Well if I were to do it, he would never be in any danger. I would control myself, of course. And if it got too intense, then all you would have to do is swoop in and save him. I would pretend to hunt you two down across the Chasm to put my message across,” Kyurem rambled, trailing off as he registered Yami’s expression. “You’re thinking I’ve put too much thought into this.” “You have,” Yami replied, nodding. “Well, as I said when we met. You have my word that I won’t touch him as long as you keep supplying me with food. And you’ve done very well in fulfilling your half of the deal, so it’s only correct that I uphold my end.” “Let’s extend the deal then,” Yami announced. “If you do want to hurt him for whatever reason, you go through me before him. And if you can’t kill me, then you can’t kill him.” “That’s loyal of you,” Kyurem replied, mulling over the offer. “And fair. As long as you understand what you’re getting yourself into,” “I know.” “Then we’ll see the outcome of that decision when we find him,” Kyurem answered, looking up at the sky. “We need to rest. I believe he’ll set off early tomorrow morning if he’s seen the clouds now.” Blah blah filler Yami jumped awake as Kyurem nudged him violently, cackling with delight. “I found him! He’s not even half a mile away from us!” He blinked blearily into the mid-morning sun, careful not to disturb the rocks surrounding them. A bird sang in the distance, echoing across the icy plains. He looked at Kyurem for direction, then followed his head as he pointed to a hut and barely uncovered train tracks in the distance. “There? Really?” “Yes!” Kyurem whispered, bouncing up and down on his haunches. “I have to go and talk to him,” Yami declared, stumbling down the rocks and coming to a halt as Kyurem snatched at his collar, “No! I need to see him! You might scare him to death if he sees you before me-“ “I doubt it,” Yami replied calmly, unhooking himself from his fangs and continuing down the boulders. Kyurem clattered noisily after, jumping in front of him and snarling. “You don’t see him until I finish speaking with him. Do you understand?” “Why is it so important that you see him before me? I’m his brother; you’re a dragon that threatened to kill him. He’s going to want to see us the other way around!” Yami argued, lowering his voice so it didn’t carry across the snow. “I need to tell him something and explain how you got here! Stay here, and do not go near that station until you see me come out!” Kyurem barked, stomping off before Yami could retaliate. Blah blah FEELINGS. Slowly, Yami crept up to the door and opened it a crack, working his way in and sliding down into a corner. From his viewpoint, Kyurem was looking directly at him, hiding behind the fallen debris. He swung his head around to peek through the gaps in the wood, shuffling further back as something began to walk closer. Kurai ducked under the fallen beam, and Yami widened his eyes when he saw the state he was in. He barely recognised what he was wearing, despite it being what he left with, hair streaked all shades of red and brown with what he assumed was blood and dirt. He lumbered over to the window, watching the blizzard that had swept up outside. Yami was suddenly glad it had come about, because then Kyurem would have no idea he moved. Kyurem moved silently around Kurai, now facing his back to Yami. Kurai shrugged a few seconds later, turning on his heel and jumping backwards in surprise when he saw Kyurem. “Good morning, Kurai!” Kyurem greeted him in his usual chipper tone. “I followed the trail of stagnant and decaying deer, if you were wondering how I got here. And if you ask me, I’m a little peckish after my journey, but I assume you’ve eaten all of it already?” “What’s it to you?” Kurai snapped, pulling a blade out from his pocket. At this, Yami relaxed into the wall, content at least that Kurai had some means of protecting himself throughout the Chasm. “Well, I did make you a promise the last time we met, didn’t I? I’m here to fulfil that.” “What ‘promise’?” he asked, suspicion clouding his gaze. “As I said before, you’re…malfunctioning, and I’m here to fix you. I can work wonders in such a short time,” Kyurem drawled, gently wafting one arm as if to emphasize. “Yeah, this was a real fuckin’ wonder alright!” Kurai cried, gesturing with his good arm to the bloody, red stump that hung limply by his side. As it swung, Yami caught the sight of black and green in the wound and winced, not wanting to imagine how painful it would be to treat. “I’m glad you agree. But, during that time, I’m afraid I made a mistake.” Kurai and Yami waited in stony silence. “I shouldn’t have taken just up to your elbow. It would have been far more amusing to take your whole arm. I hope I can fix that quickly,” “You didn’t answer what the promise you made was,” Kurai repeated gratingly. “It was this one.” Kyurem lunged and bit down, fastening his teeth around his left shoulder. Yami flinched, sliding back up the wall and trying to edge out of the station as fast as he dared. As Kyurem swung towards him, he ducked and stayed crouched down on the floor, transfixed by the showers of blood that was coating the floorboards. He reached out for the door handle, freezing when Kurai snarled at Kyurem and the sickening squeak of teeth on bone rattled through the room. Silence followed. “No way! What’re you gonna get from doing that?” With a start, Yami realized that Kyurem was talking to him telepathically. He had forgotten the dragon could speak to people with that ability. There was no way of knowing what he was saying without pushing into Kurai’s thoughts, and the last thing he wanted was to let either of them know that he was watching the ‘discussion’ between them. “That’s bullshit, everyone has a reason for wht they do!” Kurai argued, trying to writhe away from the dragon and only succeeding in having his jaws lock harder around him. Yami waited for the next reply, barely breathing. “You will not kill me, and if you leave me and even dare to go near my brothers, then I will saw your head from your neck,” Kurai threatened, and Yami felt a jolt of fear run through him as he pieced together their conversation. Kyurem had lied to him the entire time. He was going to kill the three of them as soon as he got the chance, and two of them were on his home territory. Suddenly, Kurai kicked Kyurem’s head away, and Yami dove to the other side of the station, scrambling up into the fallen wood. The two slipped on the blood, both crashing into opposite walls. “I want you to suffer, not bleed again! Just like I said, you’re defective!” “I’m not the defective one here, you are!” Kurai shouted, bracing himself against the beams as blood poured down his side. He stared back at the beast, breathing hard. “And I will not fucking die by your fangs!” Kyurem laughed viciously, and Yami clung to the rafters as the rattled in place. “My fangs will be your last memory,” He threw himself at Kurai, and the two slid under the rafters and into the fire. Yami cringed as Kyurem cleaved Kurai’s arm away, unfazed by his agonised screaming. He had never heard him react to any pain like that before, and something within him stirred to leap down and save him, take the brunt of the attack himself. Yet when he tried to move, something rooted him to the spot so that he could only watch in terror, helpless. Kyurem paused for a moment, tongue swiping across his jaws before he threw the limb aside, spattering the wall in crimson red. “Impressive. You’re hardy as always,” he said as he leant down to freeze the wound. “But I’m only just getting started.” “I’ll take whatever you throw at me,” Kurai answered, still staring the dragon down. Kyurem chuckled and grabbed him roughly, blustering out of the door and into the wastes. Yami waited a few more seconds, and then fell down the rafters and into a pool of blood, shaking. He felt disgusting, having watched his own brother, his family, be tortured by the dragon he had called a close friend for the past month. He struggled to understand why the dragon would betray them when he promised that he wouldn’t hurt either of them. More so, why he didn’t keep his end of the deal he proposed in front of the fire that night. He sat up and surveyed the damage, sliding over to Kurai’s coat when he spotted it in the wreckage. When he picked it up, he was astounded at the weight of it as he shrugged it on and attempted to collect all the weapons he could find. His switchblade had fallen into the fire, and Yami removed it with care. He had to save Kurai, and if he couldn’t then he knew that the battered blade would be all he had left to prove he tried. Yami burst out of the station, following the rut Kyurem had left in the deep snow. As he ran, he took the rifle from his back and checked it, praying that it would still fire after weeks of exposure. Even if he was a better shot with his bow, he wasn’t willing to fight Kyurem with a bow when he had the option of a gun. (more?? Maybe……..) Yami threw himself down on the floor as a crack echoed across the snow. Birds rose in droves up to the sky, screaming alarm calls into the clouds. Seconds passed, and slowly Yami crawled up the rise. He poked his head above the snow, resting the rifle so it pointed directly into the water below. Beyond him was a pond, covered in thick ice. In the centre, a wide crack revealed the brackish water underneath. Moving through the shards was Kurai, carefully paddling himself out of the pond with his stumpy arm while balanced on a steadily sinking log. He threw himself on the bank, shaking violently as he staggered up and swiftly tried to stalk away. Yami found himself willing Kurai away, willing them to bump into each other. Instantly, his hope was crushed as Kyurem leapt roaring out of the water and grabbed his ankle, dragging him down into the depths. He leapt down the slope, barely remembering to drag the rifle behind him. He stumbled down to the water’s edge, freezing as the blocks of ice bobbed lightly on the waves. He fumbled with the rifle for a few seconds as it slipped out of his grasp, then raised it, shaking as he aimed down the sights. One shot. If he missed Kyurem, then he risked the chance of shooting Kurai, or missing entirely and alerting them both to his presence. He didn’t want to be Kyurem’s next toy, not after watching what he had done. Not after watching how he ripped his food apart with so little care. He crouched down, trying to steady his breathing as he caught a shape moving in the darkness. He watched it move for a few seconds more, every anxiety rushing through his head at once. He shuddered, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. The sound bounced across the water, and this time nothing stirred. When he opened his eyes, the shape had stopped moving. And in his mind, he felt the smallest twinge of a signal. Panicked, he focused on Kurai, teleporting him out of the lake and immediately pulling him up and away from the water, far enough that Kyurem could never reach. He checked over him, hoping to discover whether his bullet had hit the right target, alarmed when he realized he would never find out because of the blood streaming off him. Yami reached down to roll him over, and Kurai jolted back to life, coughing and hacking out blood mixed with water. A few heartbeats later, he tried to push himself up, shaking as they met eyes. “Yami-,” “Don’t say anything and do’t move, he’s still looking,” he ordered, kneeling down once more and balancing the rifle on his brother so to steady his aim. The silence stretched into eternity, only interrupted by Kurai spitting out blood. And Kyurem leapt from the lake, screaming in rage and sending shards of ice flying all around. The snow began to fall around them, and all Yami was focused on was Kyurem’s gleaming yellow eye. He paused, and pulled the trigger, shooting straight into the beast’s eye. He howled and fell backwards into the depths, blood seeping up and pooling underneath what remained of the sheet. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder, he pulled Kurai up by his collar, holding on to his shoulders to steady him. He widened his eyes as he scanned down his body, unsure of where to start for all the cuts and bruises. “Can you walk?” “How far,” Kurai replied, shaking free of his grip and lurching around to face the water. “As far as it takes. You direct, I’ll lead and I promise, we’ll be out of here by tomorrow.” Yami vowed, taking hold of him once again and dragging him back up the slope. They were so close, all he had to do was get them both out of the Chasm in one piece, as soon as possible. (ending, where is this cutting off?) (yes the water really is brackish, as it happens. It would be fresh and salt water since it runs to the ocean. Also bear in mind my only experience with a gun is when I fired a couple of shots at a shooting range a few years back. Im English and im struggling.) Also discovered rn that uh….bullets don’t travel well in water. For the sake of this entire fucking ending, assume that the gun is (quoted directly from yahoo answers) ‘…the hunting rifle, which was loaded with a full-metal jacket .223 round that emerged at roughly 2,500 feet per second. At ten feet, the bullet disintegrated and the gel was untouched. At three feet, the bullet again broke up, with its tip coming to rest on the gel – not nearly enough power to damage flesh.’. ….so basically, magic bullets yo. There’s actually no way this is possible since the water they’re in is I don’t fucking remember, like 20-30ft? and kyurem here is about 16ft)
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 30, 2016 19:05:29 GMT -5
not too sure why i wrote this its one of the most autistic things ive ever done lmfao. it'll help me, anyway, and i know you like them intricate deets and chunks of lore, rainfur-sama ....i should be studying for french tomorrow and yet here i am. Concerning terminus glacies draco and Giant Chasm National Park Kyurem (referred to as ‘terminus glacies draco’ in select ancient texts and scientific communities) is a bipedal ice dragon who resides within the Giant Chasm National Park. Although from this point, Kyurem will be referred to using male pronouns, it should be known that he is strictly genderless. Kyurem has a height of 3m/9’10”, length of 5m/16ft and a weight of 716.5lbs/325kg. Some reports have detailed him as taller, at roughly 5m/16ft, 7m/23ft and a potential weight of nearly 1000lbs/453.6kg. It is recommended that these reports be re-evaluated as they conflict with existing, verified reports. Kyurem is a grey and blue, bipedal dragon type Pokémon. Kyurem has an ice blue, translucent in places head and snout and has yellow eyes without pupils, has a pair of pointed light bluish horns on his head and a yellow crest on its skull. His lower horns jut out to roughly 1ft away from his face. Several pointed teeth jut out the bottom of either side of his jaws, which were long believed to be frozen shut until a timelapse video revealed he could open his jaw in an attempt to break the camera. His long, grey neck has lines running around its whole body, legs, arms and tail. His centre of gravity is believed to be at the base of his neck, so is able to overbalance if he stretches too far forward or looks too far down. He has two short arms, each with its own claw and each arm is jointed together from his oddly shaped blue wings, which are believed to be used for flying and storing cold air. Each wing has two spikes of ice. The ice covering the wings can break, revealing grey tendril-like appendages on Kyurem's back. The right side of his body seems to be damaged in some way, as while the horns upon his face remain at equal lengths, his wing is considerably shorter and some have noted stiffness of movement on this side. His legs are somewhat slender, and have three sharp ice-like claws on each enormous foot. His tail has three blue conical spikes on its tip, and appears to be some sort of propulsion device or a container of energy; exactly what it is based on is unclear, but it may be a damaged turbine that is remainder of the time it sent fused within Reshiram and Zekrom. Kyurem generates a powerful, freezing energy inside itself, but its body became frozen when the energy leaked out. It continues to leak out on a daily basis, so it is believed that he exudes an aura of cold air that is around -20C/-4F. Due to an old legend, it may be assumed Kyurem is hostile towards Pokémon and humans, due to the fact he ate them if they were found outside at night. While from this it is assumed that he is a nocturnal hunter, his yellow eyes suggest he is in fact diurnal. Again, other reports have stated that he hunts and eats at all times of the day. Kyurem has a mostly carnivorous diet, only consuming plants and leaves on occasion. It is unknown why he does this. His diet mainly consists of deer, wolves, occasionally small birds, rabbits, hares, mice and Clefairy in the winter months. During the time when Birchpine Lake is not frozen, he has been observed fishing. Upon eating, he is able to efficiently store and use the energy so that he does not have to hunt for several days or weeks after feeding. His method of hunting is also incredibly efficient, observed multiple times since 1970. He finds a concealed place to sit and buries himself in the snow, then lies still for hours until prey comes upon him. As the prey is unaware of his presence, it often walks in front of him, where he then jumps on top of his kill and beheads it. It is noted that he is very particular about not eating the head of any animal he kills, although this is still unknown why. An individual, who will remain unnamed for the entirety of this document, used this method with 100% success, killing a turkey during their time in the Chasm, later demonstrating in a controlled environment and successfully dispatching a hare. It is said to be an extra-terrestrial Pokémon according to folklore, and this can be confirmed upon examining a crater within ‘Area 2’ of the Giant Chasm. The material within the meteor are completely unknown and scientists have been able to identify them for years, however it is possible that the material has an energy that is able to be harnessed for personal use. Folklore also implies that he fell to Earth during the 1500s, making him at least 500 years old. Kyurem is able to speak and comprehend English, Japanese, and the language shared by most, if not all Pokemon. He has telepathic abilities, though rarely chooses to use them. He has a slow, calculating speech pattern and speaks with a general American accent. He has fairly poor hearing, average eyesight, an excellent sense of smell and a perception of touch that appears to be very close to most humans. Regarding his intelligence and memory, he has displayed an incredible capacity to learn and completes simple tasks such as counting and organisation by colour with ease*. His earliest memory appears to date back to around the late 16th century, although nobody is able to confirm the exact time period aside from it being before the Great Floods of 1631, meaning that this memory is from when he was fused with Reshiram and Zekrom. Attempt to measure his IQ were made by scientist Colress Clarke, but Kyurem was uncooperative in each try. He is able to immediately see the correlation between cause and effect. He has an average attention span, excellent spatial cognition and interval timing and is very much aware of his own conscience. Some have described him as having a moral alignment of moral subjectivism, mixed with a very skewed version of Christian Situation Ethics. He does what he believes is the most loving thing to do to someone, regardless of the results. He is aware that his actions have moral and ethical consequences that are both good and bad, but pays little attention to this in pursuit of his owl self-fulfilment. This was exemplified in December 2012 when he tore the unnamed individual’s arm off in an attempt to put him on a more beneficial path in life and also mentioned about ‘fixing’ the individual. (*despite having very mild deuteranopia colour blindness) In terms of behaviour, he is quite unlike any observed Dragon type so far, and several reports have likened him to a large, enthusiastic dog. He and his possible offspring have been observed to chase sticks and balls with delight, and when close with an individual will exhibit behaviours typically seen in a puppy or dog. One example was an occasion where he smashed the glass of his cage on the Team Plasma Frigate during 2011. He refused to make direct eye contact with anyone who looked at him and huddled into a corner, appearing to look pitiful and sorry for himself. In terms of personality, Kyurem is highly selective and has been described as carrying out a ‘discriminating’ behaviour. The unnamed individual is the only person he will allow to touch him, and he reacts aggressively to any other person who tries to get close when the two are together. If they are separated and a different person goes to touch Kyurem, he will react violently and has been known to break bones or cause mortal wounds, even when restrained. On the other hand, he is a generally pleasant, if unnerving, creature to talk with. He has a very calm, nonchalant nature but often enjoys harsh teasing when he senses a weakness in a person. He has a pleasant, if dark, sense of humour and is willing to own up to any mistakes he has made Kyurem also enjoys educating others and will happily talk about anything he knows that may be of use to someone else, and has not been known to lie or be dishonest in any way unless it is to someone he discriminates against. Unfortunately, he rambles unless he is tightly controlled on one topic, and even then it is difficult for him to answer a yes or no question without launching into a tirade about anything related to the question. He is not prone to extreme violence unless he believes the thing he is attacking deserves it, or if he is hungry. Hunger is a large motivator for all his actions and in February 2011 was observed to attack the unnamed individual* after not being fed for two weeks, leading to the construction of the cage he was kept in for the remainder of his time upon the Team Plasma Frigate. (*video footage makes it unclear whether it was the unnamed individual or one of their siblings due to the angle of the camera and the lack of audio, and all were unavailable for comment before the video was destroyed. the time stamp on the video would indicate it is the individual, however.) Although it is unclear what Kyurem’s true powers are, it believed his move set consists of upwards of four moves. These include but are not limited to Glaciate, Blizzard, Ice Beam, Dragon Claw, Crunch and Stomp. He is an incredibly agile fighter, easily able to outmanoeuvre an opponent and uses his overwhelming strength to overpower them. His fangs are his main method of offense, and have been estimated to have a biting power ( Theres a term for this gomen) near to that of a crocodile. His fangs are 6 inches long at the front and 3 inches long at the back of his mouth. It is unknown the exact number of teeth he has, but he is able to regrow teeth like a shark. Kyurem’s one weakness is that he is unable to properly look up unless he rears up, leaving his belly and neck exposed. He has been observed turning his head to the side to look at a bird in the branches of a tree, but soon grew tired of this method. In terms of supernatural powers, Kyurem is able to teleport short distances, is telepathic, is able to control weather patterns and has the ability to breathe and function normally underwater. He is able to fuse normally with Reshiram and presumably Zekrom, although the only recorded instance of this was 24th November 2012, upon fusion with Reshiram #WD-02, which is not the Reshiram he was fused with originally (#WD-01). When fused with Reshiram they create what has been nicknamed ‘White Kyurem’, which retains his Dragon/Ice typing. Reshiram #WD-02 is a male, so it is unknown whether White Kyurem would still be genderless or would be classed as a female if he were to fuse with Reshiram #WD-01. White Kyurem stands at 11’10”/3.6m, 20ft/6m long and weighs 716.6lbs/325kg. He stands upright on two legs, and shows more of Reshiram on his left side that his right. He has a white face with yellow eyes, though now gains pupils and a white iris ringed with black. He retains his yellow crest, and on his right side his icy horns. On the left, Reshiram’s flowing white fur that turns to large whie feathers at the end. His jaw becomes frozen shut and the two jutting horns on his face fuses together. Only three, 6 inch fangs, are visible on either side of his face. He has a long, neck that is grey at the front and covered by white feathers on the sides and back. Lines are still visible all across his body and the same icy structures break up and move along his shoulders, lower body and to his knees. His arms are long and white, with three talons on each hand, and there are pure white feathers on his forearm that may be what remains of Reshiram’s wings. On his right side, the feathers are replaced by a blue, jagged, translucent structure that closer resembles ice. He has slender, yet strong legs with three talons on each foot. The centre, most powerful talon is hooked upwards and is coloured pale blue. His tail much closer resembles a turbine of some kind and is what allows him to fly. It is unknown exactly how powerful White Kyurem is, as it has only been seen once and spoken of only in legends. It is implied from paintings and carvings retrieved from and found in the Abyssal Ruins that appearances were seen during the late 16th and early 17th century, however the language beneath the carvings has yet to be deciphered. What can be assumed to be Black Kyurem can be seen alongside it, but this form has never been seen in recent years and so no conclusions are able to be drawn from it. ‘Perfect Kyurem’ is what is used in almost every scientific and naturalistic community to describe the original Dragon that consisted of Reshiram, Zekrom and Kyurem. This fusion has no official name and no accurately portrayed appearance. Historains suggest that Perfect Kyurem had a similar structure to White and Black Kyurem and was coloured black, white, grey and gold, and had black wings tipped with white feathers. It is possible that Perfect Kyurem was capable of walking on all four legs as shown from one carving in the throne room of the Abyssal Ruins. There is currently no known nor accepted way to achieve this fusion, however the God Stone may be a source of power that will allow further investigation. This knowledge may appear to be limited, but at time of writing no more knowledge nor understanding is able to be gained due to the work of the unnamed individual, as they will not allow anyone to go into the Chasm to investigate, nor will they allow any experiments to be carried out on Kyurem. The reasons for this are unclear aside from not wishing to repeat any experimentation similar to those carried out by Colress Clarke and Ghetsis Harmonia between May 2010 and November 2012. -- Giant Chasm National Park was opened to the public in 1709, and anywhere more than 20 miles in any direction of Area 1 has been closed to the public unless express written permission and evidence of expertise is provided since March 2013. A full survey of the Chasm was completed 8th July 1949, and was ‘updated’ in April 2013 to closer match what the individual had stated. The Chasm has been split into seven distinct areas, four of which being inside the Chasm itself. Area 1 is the entrance area of the park after one has travelled through the Main Cave. It is a 50 mile long, 200 mile wide expanse of frozen moorland. It is mostly flat. From the exit of the Cave, directly northeast is Area 2, directly north is Area 7 and west is he Giant Chasm National Park Visitor’s Centre, abandoned since 1988 after it was destroyed beyond repair by a blizzard. Area 2, or Abundance Forest, is around another 200 miles wide and continues into Area 7, making it about 250 miles long. It is a mainly pine tree forest with several inclines and slopes, with streams running throughout it. There is a single, still maintained telephone pole about 100 miles in. Although paths have been created by hikers and travellers, set up by the pioneers from 1701, they are covered for 11 months out of the year and all signs are illegible. At the farthest edge of this area is a Unova Defence Force outpost, and the 50 miles east of the base are used as training grounds for their special forces. Area 3 lies within the forest, and this is the beginning entryway of the Chasm itself. It appears to be a large crevasse about two metres across, but it is unknown how deep it goes. Following this crevasse will lead to the real entrance to the Chasm, an icy cave that extends far beneath the surface. Area 4 is the inner labyrinth of the Chasm. In one part, it opens up to a steep cliff where the ice that covers the Chasm is clearly visible due to the blue light filtering through, and it is unknown what lies at the bottom of this cliff, although it is speculated that it maybe Area 6. Area 5 is Kyurem’s lair. It is about 40m in length and 50m in width. Kyurem has a nest close to the back wall of the lair, and it is surrounded and covered by frozen deer and wolf pelts, as well as bones. The same blue light is also visible, although it is variable on how bright it is. Area 6 is a dead end within the Chasm, to reach tis point would mean you would have to turn around and retrace your steps to get out. Area 7 marks the start of the mountain range, and from here landmarks are no longer numbered, but instead have names. Points of interest include: • Blast Glacier, a man made glacier created from a large explosion that was used to shift snow in order to create a new trading route through to the settlement at Birchpine Lake. The size of the glacier has not been precisely measured due to it being incredibly hazardous and unstable. The glacier is in reality, only about 15ft deep and very fragile. • Rock Trail, an enclosed area full of boulders underneath mountain A5-2, on the west side of Birchpine Lake. This trail works up the inside of the mountain and emerges three quarters of the way up to the peak. The path down the mountain into the settlement is characterised by a small, uneven path cut out of the rocks. This path is now inaccessible due to the actions of Kyurem and the reactions of the unnamed individual. • Birchpine Lake and Perch Island, named throughout folklore as being a small gathering place for hunters and fur traders until they were all mauled in 1846. Perch Island is near the middle of the lake, off to the east side. The lake is 1ft deep as at its shallowest point, and an estimated 150ft deep at the deepest point. It is covered by metre thick ice for 11 months of the year. • Curnate Falls, a frozen waterfall on mountain B1-3. This waterfall begins at Birchpine Lake and travels for near 20 miles until it reaches B1-3, creating a pool that drips conceals a system of underground, uncharted caves, • Jagged Pass, a valley near the dead centre of the range. During the summer months, the sun rises precisely through the two peaks. At the bottom of the valley is a large clearing. • Greywater Ridge, an area with greatly varying elevations, signified by ancient pioneers by a cluster of large boulders. It is near to the Dandirt Sea, about 50 miles away from The Edge. • The Edge, named by Kyurem himself for how hazardous he cliffs are. They give way at a moment’s notice, oftentimes disturbed by the wind rather than the movement of the animals. • Dandirt Ocean, named after the pioneer Samuel Dandirt being the first to reach the ocean after crossing The Edge. The sea lies between Unova and upper Sinnoh. Has also been spelled as ‘Dandert’ and ‘Danndir’ in accounts and journals. • Sacred Blade Cliff, a cliff near Jagged Pass that allows an individual to see across the plains and into the very edges of Kalos, weather permitting. • Elk Plains, empty plains between Sacred Blade Cliff and he Giant Chasm Station. Sparse patches of trees are the only things that grow, and animal life is scarce. • Giant Chasm Station, a defunct train station that was abandoned in 1902 after extreme gales and hail tore apart the building and ripped up the tracks. These tracks lead to the Kalos Mountain Station and ‘Kalos centre de secours en montagne’. • Royville, the small trading town that operated due to the train line. Much of it is destroyed and was abandoned in early 1903 when locals realized that there was nothing more for them if the station and railway could not be repaired. Very little remains today, most of it buried under snow. The most famous hiking trails in Unova are located within Giant Chasm National Park, all characterised by colour. • Green Trail is the easiest, spanning the length of Area 2 to reach the UDF East Outpost. • Orange Trail goes through Abundance Forest to reach the same point. • Blue Trail goes across mountains A1 to A6, passing Birchpine Lake. The hardest trails are the Yellow, Red, Grey and Black Trails. • Yellow Trail follows the range up to Jagged Pass, with Checker Trail leading to Sacred Blade Cliff. • Red Trail leads from Area 1, past Blast Glacier, through mountains B1 to B7 and then C1 to C3, then D1 to D4, leading to a small area beneath Sacred Blade Cliff. • Grey Trail follows all of the above and goes up and across Jagged Pass to lead to Greywater Ridge and The Edge, with Pink Trail leading down to Dandirt Ocean. • Finally, Black Trail, the most challenging and dangerous, goes across ranges A to G, passes by The Edge and Dandirt Ocean up to Elk Plains, where it then doubles back and moves across Jagged Pass on to Blast Glacier. This trail is estimated to take three months to complete in the summer, five in an average winter and is impossible to complete during a harsh winter. A Gold Trail was petitioned for in July 2013 which would follow the 700 mile journey undertaken by the unnamed individual; however this was immediately struck down by all mountain rescue services nearby and was supported by the former and current Champions of the Elite Four, Alder ( ??I THINK THAT’S HIS NAME BW1 WAS A LONG TIME AGO OKAY.. FIVE YEARS) and Iris. This trail, for the average person, would be impossible to complete without continuous intervention from all rescue teams within North Unova area and Mountain Kalos, and would be absolutely fatal in a harsh winter. The highest recorded temperature at any point in the Chasm was at Jagged Pass at 10C/50F in 1973, and the lowest near Dandirt Ocean, at -100C/-148F in 1894. (kyurem was not in the area at time of recording) Giant Chasm is capable of having extreme variation in intensity of seasons. The average summer temperature hovers around 1C/34F with highs of 5C/41F, and the average winter temperature near -45C/-49F. Every twenty years on average, the temperature will rise to an average of 6C/43F in the summer, which is a warning sign for an exceptionally harsh winter. These winters have temperatures recoded as low as an average of -75C/-103 without wind-chill, -90C/-130F with wind-chill. Before the Chasm was closed in situations such as these, there have been two recorded cases of people’s corneas freezing. In 1960, Jagged Pass became filled with over 100ft of snow, which did not fully melt until 1962.
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streetiebelle
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 31, 2016 18:19:01 GMT -5
not much to say on this but see the brackets at the very end also i havent proofread any of what ive added. js.
Concerning the unnamed individual
Upon researching terminus glacies draco, my studies brought me upon an individual who had intimate and personal access with Kyurem. I was eager to meet and discuss with him, although it was soon revealed that the individual was in Victory Road Area Hospital, recovering from a three month ‘adventure’ in Giant Chasm National Park, and also from several unprovoked assaults from Kyurem. Due to the strict quarantine in place, I was unable to speak or discuss any details with the individual until May 2013, and even then it was obvious that the individual had only just been discharged from the hospital in order to meet me with me.
The individual, from this point onwards, will be called Kurai, as that is the name he gave me when I greeted him.
Kurai is a fairly exceptional member of the Shadow Triad, who was working with Ghetsis Harmonia and Team Plasma from April 2000. This was surprising, as he looked exactly like another member who was confirmed to have been killed in the same year and was also confirmed to be much older. This leads myself and select others to believe that the ‘triad’ as a whole does not exist, and is actually made up of several different members who rotate in and out on separate occasions. This also suggests he may be twins with one of the members who were killed in January 2000.
He stands at 6’1” and weighs (i…genuinely don’t know what would be correct gomenasai!. He has pale brown eyes and speaks with a clear British accent, likely to be from the South-East or London area. He has several scars that were all mostly caused by Kyurem, which is what makes him visibly different from his siblings and as such, makes him very easy to pick out in crowd, much to my relief.
The reason that he is exceptional due to his strange supernatural abilities that our unlike any psychic powers that have been observed in humans. He confirmed that he was not created as a lab or as an experiment, but was born normally into a nuclear family that lived on the outskirts of Anville Town. His mother died in 1993 of cancer, and he believes his father was killed in a drunk driving accident sometime during 2005. He has no family, aside from his two siblings, left to speak of. Although I was unable to observe the dynamic between the three, it can be confidently assumed that they have an incredibly close bond and would be mildly unable to cope if one went missing. In terms of powers, it is clear that he has full control of them. He has several supernatural abilities, such as long distance teleportation (up to 3 time zones at a time in any direction), invisibility (or rather, the ability to be completely undetected to any human, animal or Pokemon) and shadow cloning, as well as increased heat and cold resistance, and several enhanced physical skills. These are included but not limited to enhanced strength, agility, reflexes, hearing, sight, healing and several near telepathic abilities. Additionally, unique to him is the ability to breathe and function normally underwater, although he later revealed this is not an ‘innate’ ability like the others. All of these are broken down further in depth later in this report.
Upon meeting him and beginning to discuss his time in the Chasm, he appeared to be incredibly hostile and on-guard, which is likely as a result of his traumatic experiences. This would later prove to be a defensive coping method that was gradually broken down over the course of four months, when our meetings and discussions ended. Once this wall was brought down, it was revealed that he is much more than the persona he appears to give off as a result of having to pretend to be someone else and constantly be on the verge of disassociation in order to handle the demands of his job, given by Ghetsis Harmonia. Again, more of this can be seen later in the report. He is clearly motivated and reasonably intelligent, however is reckless and often acts without thinking in the name of self-preservation or preservation of others. He is clearly impatient and trying to hold down a very vicious, aggressive side of his personality, and as a result jumps to conclusions very easily. However, he is charming, in a way, loyal to almost anyone unless they do wrong to him, is highly pleasant and genuine to talk to and gives off an aura of self-confidence, to an extent.
His relationship with Kyurem is incredibly complex. He explained that Kyurem appears to have a love/hate relationship with every Triad member, and mentioned that at one point Kyurem gave him his offspring (nicknamed Atris) so that he would be able to be a ‘good parent’ to the baby dragon. On the other hand, Kyurem generally dislikes Kurai, as shown by a provoked attack on 3rd August 2011, which left Kurai with significant nerve damage that leaves his right arm unable to feel any kind of pain or temperature change, but he is able to feel extreme pain if the wound is large enough. He is able to feel a limited amount of pressure applied to this arm. Aside from this, Kyurem also has a thirst for revenge against him, as he was responsible for leading Ghetsis Harmonia to the Giant Chasm which led to his imprisonment. Additionally, part of the God Stone was shattered off in order to be used in the cane Ghetsis used to control and manipulate Pokemon, which infuriated Kyurem. He vaguely mentioned that Kyurem has always had a particular issue with Triad members, stemming from late 1800s, where the Triad at the time attempted to control Kyurem and take over the region by using the powers of the God Stone. Each attack he endured from Kyurem during December 2012 to February 2013 was completely unprovoked, and came as a result of Kyurem wanting to ‘fix’ him so that he didn’t go down a path that supposedly led to both their destruction. Prior to 2010, the two were in contact much less often, but Kyurem was friendly towards him. It is unknown why Kyurem discriminated against everyone but Kurai while on the Team Plasma Frigate, however Kurai speculates that it is because he was the only one that Kyurem knew intimately, and therefore the only one he could trust.
Over time, under the guise of understanding Kyurem further, I was able to glean certain vital pieces of information about his abilities and limitations.
His powers are very much unlike any recorded psychic powers in history. With regards to the history of the Shadow Triad, it is well known that they are essentially modern day ninjas that have, until recent years, been able to completely elude any kind of discussions on their powers All that was commonly known was that they have the ability to teleport and that there is a very distinct feeling one gets if one of them is in the area but hidden from you (which I later learned is an uncomfortable feeling of all the nerves up the spine twitching and prickling, not unlike when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end). Upon attempting to time how long it takes for him to teleport, I was left with an estimation of .5 seconds, although it may be lower due to the inability to press the go and stop buttons on a stopwatch both inconspicuously and fast enough to keep up.
He is able to turn completely invisible, although upon discussion and explanation, he suggested that if it is not ‘true’ invisibility (which would render him blind due to nothing being able to bounce off his now invisible retinas), then it is perhaps the ability to blend so far in with their surroundings that they are undetectable to anything. Upon using an (the word for cameras that show colours of heat), it was also revealed that he becomes undetectable to the camera sensors. This was tested with several cameras, including an iPhone camera, a disposable camera, a GoPro and a DSLR, and each showed the same results.
With regards to shadow cloning, this may be the most complex abilities Kurai has. The art to it is transferring an identical conscience of yourself into one or more intangible copies of yourself. This copy is able to behave and move exactly as you would, and Kurai mentioned using them when he chose not to work when a deadline was due. He is aware of everything the clone or clones see and is able to control them, but otherwise they will work as if they are simply another, identical copy of himself. The disadvantage to these clones is that they disappear if wounded or even pushed, meaning they are of little heavy use. I found it impossible to tell the difference between the real Kurai and the clone Kurai, which he called Kurai 2, or ‘Me 2’.
He has greatly increased heat resistance, and mentioned that he should have burnt himself on hot metal several times during the summers he spent working, but found no mark or wound seconds later. His increased cold resistance was clearly demonstrated during his time in the Giant Chasm, as while he was able to feel and understand how cold it was (an average of -70C/ ), it did not affect him as much as it would a normal human.
With regards to his enhanced abilities, these were all demonstrated very clearly when asked to reproduce certain events that occurred in Giant Chasm. A recording of his physical strength was unable to made until a large bookshelf fell on another researcher, at which point he was easily able to lift the bookshelf off of the researcher and place it upright on the wall without appearing particularly stressed. The bookshelf in question was heavy enough that it would have taken two or three men to lift it normally, however no one is willing to remove it from is current place on the wall, so we are unable to measure how much it weighs.
In terms of agility and reflexes, we tested this by firing a gun (at his suggestion, the author clarifies) to his side. He was only able to catch the bullet on one occasion (and seemed incredibly surprised about it, proud even), but came within millimetres or centimetres every other time this was tested. His agility was tested using a simple Illinois agility test (again, at his suggestion to properly explain how he was able to evade Kyurem in Abundance Forest). An excellent score for a male of his age and stature would be below 15 seconds, and he successfully completed it in 11.2 seconds. From this, not only can we extrapolate that he is a fast runner and would do well on a D1 track team, but that he has exceptional balance and agility.
No tests were needed to be carried out on his sight and hearing, as we were able to obtain records from his doctor and specialist. (include names here). He has 20/15 vision in both eyes and is long sighted, and has exceptional hearing that would nearly rival that of a bat. Strangely, both his siblings do not show identical abilities. One is long sighted while the other is short sighted, and the other long sighted sibling has 20/13 vision in his right eye and 20/8 in his left, while the other has perfect 20/20 vision. Neither of them have exceptional hearing abilities, but they are listed as still being above average. (im not too sure how this is measured tbfh bear with me)
His advanced healing has been well documented on behalf of the Victory Road Area Hospital, and suggests that he heals at roughly 1.5x the rate of a normal human. However, any laceration wounds, or rather any wounds he receives, are prone to infection and must be very carefully monitored.
His telepathic abilities are fairly limited, as he is unable to use them to ‘talk’ to anyone, however he and his brothers share a very distinct connection. They are supposedly able to feel what the other feels and are also aware of where each are at all times. However, they are capable of completely disappearing off this, for the sake of argument, ‘radar’ and be undetectable to one another. It is unclear if they can feel each other’s pain or fully understand each other’s emotions. From this, it should be said that these abilities suggest something slanted further towards an empathic ability than true telepathy, though further research is required to confirm this.
Finally, Kurai has an ability that, technically, is physically impossible. He is able to breathe both salt and fresh water and functions as easily as in air underwater. Alongside this, he appears to receive no adverse effects of water pressure, or if he does he has never noticed them. This is fascinating, as there is no possible way this could occur. Additionally, the power is able to transferred to others as long as they are making physical contact with one. One of our researches, Suzy Davies, was immediately willing to try, and unfortunately drowned for an unknown reason (she is still alive and recovered fully from the experience, and would love to try again to understand what caused it), however Kurai assured us that that has only happened to a select few people in his lifetime of using the power. I personally was unwilling to try after this display, so all information was gained second hand. According to Kurai, it is harder to breathe underwater which is why it is so unlike air. Due to the relatively low amount of oxygen in the water, one should either breathe deeply and be sure to push the water out of the lungs, or breathe shallowly and let some water sit so that the oxygen can ‘cycle out’, as he described. It is a painful sensation overall (salt water hurts considerably more, and chlorine pool water is unbearable), and after about 20-30 seconds can feel distinctly like drowning or choking, however this is simply the body acclimatizing to the new environment. He is able to see clearly and can hear as well as anyone else can underwater. Upon leaving the water, some foam or blood being exhaled is completely normal, as this is the lungs reacting to the excess water and trying to remove it. No changes in heart rate or other normal bodily functions were seen upon ‘proper’ investigation.
Unfortunately, as a result of these powers, Kurai is a prime target for manipulation, as seen by his work with Team Plasma and Neo-Plasma 2000-2012. His powers mean that he is able to perform any action, legal or not, and walk away without a trace. Although many of his crimes have now been confirmed as him being the perpetrator, easily 100+ crimes are still unaccounted for. Further still, due to how similar the three of them look at a distance (upon closer inspection, it is obvious that the three are related, but are not identical twins or triplets as speculated) this has led to several crimes being attributed to the wrong person, which has been permanently harming what little positive reputation he (or all three) have left. Crimes include but are not limited to all degrees of murder possible, manslaughter, theft, vandalism, arson, and, unbelievably, several counts of shoplifting (which I personally find hard to believe, so this in particular may be a misattributed crime)
Furthermore, I believe I am correct in thinking that he copes with performing and living with the aftermath of these acts through consistent, heavy disassociation. He confirmed that, as he described it, he has two ‘modes’. His ‘normal’ mode is his actual personality which he shows on a day to day basis. However, his ‘work’ mode much closer resembles the rumours spread around about the personality and behaviour of the Shadow Triad as a collective, and I must admit the difference is fairly alarming. What little signs of empathy or consideration for others he showed when ‘normal’ are completely hidden in his ‘work’ mode. He is able to changes ‘modes’ as simply as flicking on a light, to which I observed and personally was surprised at how one man could go from looking at me to looking through me, not unlike a predator, in the space of a second. I would be fascinated to watch how the three work together, as accounts tend to describe them as working as one combined force, though I fear the only time I may see that is the day I choose to publish this account, if it is not done so after my death.
It is for this reason that I believe Kurai in particular to be incredibly dangerous, and any further reports upon him should be undertaken with the utmost care. Although I hesitate to compare him strictly to a wild animal, I am afraid it is the most accurate comparison. It is overwhelmingly clear that he has a select circle of people that he trusts with personal information, and anyone who is outside of this circle will not be able to gain any knowledge whatsoever.
(unfinished…fam what do you want to see else. aside from yuki. or possibly giratina if we get a more defined personality other than stoner who eats pizza rolls)
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Post by streetiebelle on Feb 2, 2016 16:37:39 GMT -5
keep in mind i wrote this all in the space of about two and a half hours. with breaks when i started completely zoning out to look out the window near the end of it.
Concerning the unnamed individual’s friend
Although my report ‘Concerning the unnamed individual’ was written two and a half years ago now, I am still frustrated with how ignorant some of the assumptions I had made were. Many of the ‘facts’ stated within the document are either incorrect or now obsolete, due to the new research undertaken on the friend of the unnamed individual (Kurai).
This ‘friend’ in question throughout this report has revealed a lot of accurate information regarding the exact nature of the Shadow Triad, and possesses exceptional abilities that go beyond what Kurai is capable of. I was able to meet with both of them over the course of about five weeks.
The ‘friend’ is named Yuki, and lives with Kyurem in Giant Chasm National Park. He stands at 5’9” (barely) and has steel grey eyes, and has no noticeable scars. However, he is distinguished by having shorter hair than Kurai. He has an American/Unovian accent, and can speak both English and Japanese. He is from what we now understand to be the third generation of the Shadow Triad. Previously, as covered in my previous document, it was believed that the Shadow Triad was actually a large group of people operating under the one name, however it is now understood that there have been several generations. Although the exact details are complex and I have yet to find a way that enables the general public to understand, each generation cannot overlap with the next. Once a generation dies, they literally fade out of existence and are replaced by a new generation. Kurai, is the part of the current, seventh generation.
As a result, Yuki is believed to be upwards of 200 years old, but claims to be about 70. He actually looks about 30. We were unable to discuss the reason for this. He was killed by Kyurem at some point in the 19th century, and Kyurem kept his body frozen in Area 6 of the Chasm. Upon feeling lonely one day, he was thawed out and resurrected him (how this occurred is still unknown) and the two have lived together since 2014. Yuki is a servant of a sort to Kyurem, in that he does exactly as he asks. Kurai and Yuki met upon finding Kurai in the Chasm (further developments on Kurai have been found, revealing an entirely new human subspecies to us). They have known each other and worked together since September 2015.
Yuki has never had any involvement with Team Plasma and (obviously) never knew Ghetsis Harmonia. This indicates that the supposed history of Team Plasma may be incorrect, however I am a scientist, not a historian, and as such am unable to comment upon the intricacies of their history.
Yuki is exceptionally gifted and talented with regard to his powers and abilities. We are still discovering the extent of what he can and cannot do, or what he is unable to do. This has also revealed the nature of how people acquire these powers in the first place. Like Kurai, he has the ability to teleport, turn invisible, has empathic abilities as well as telepathic, mild telekinetic abilities and intangibility. Additionally, he is able to manipulate an ‘aura’ of power, however this covered in much more depth later in this report. He is like a sponge when it comes to acquiring new powers, and so was able to learn how to use Kurai’s water breathing ability in the space of roughly 48 hours, has learned from Kyurem how to manipulate and create ice and snow and demonstrated an ability to mimic powers seen only in pictures. This again, is expanded upon later. Although this is not the limit of his powers, his ‘unique’ power is that he is able to warp reality as he chooses, but refused to demonstrate and was incredibly vague on the subject of how it is done and how he gained this ability. I thought it was strange that he was unable to demonstrate any kind of shadow cloning ability, however Kurai later mentioned in private that he simply hasn’t taught him, and that the technique was not discovered, nor refined completely until the death of the fifth generation. Yuki has all of the enhanced abilities that Kurai displayed and all are at generally very high levels.
Yuki was easy to work with as he was seemingly unaware of the fact that he was not meant to tell anyone about the extent of his powers, which I found strange considering Kurai was so secretive. No particular relationship of trust was needed to be built, however it became very clear that Yuki needs to have respect for someone before he shares any personal information or shows any ‘real’ emotion. While he is capable of emoting and reacting to things normally, he does not fully express himself unless caught off guard. He tends to see things as black and white, so things are either correct or they’re not for him. He has a pleasant kind of self-confidence, almost humble, and is not the type to sit and boast about his powers without giving any proof he can do them. Instead, he prefers to immediately demonstrate and explain later. He has a wealth of knowledge and wisdom that he was more than happy to share. I believe his main flaw is that he overestimates the abilities of others, if only because he has completely mastered nigh on everything in existence. Overall, I believe the best way to describe Yuki would be to compare him to a loyal, reliable friend.
It should be noted that Yuki does not experience any of the strong dissociative tendencies that Kurai is so prone to. It is speculated that his is because the third generation were more focused on being real ninjas rather than killing people and stealing for monetary gain, however it was indicated that Yuki is certainly not a stranger to murder, or any other illegal activity, for that matter. Instead, it seems that the third generation focused all their frustration on each other in an almost childish display of wanting to be the strongest and therefore the most dominant out of the three. Kurai discussed their history further in depth, and claimed that Yuki was nearly responsible for the early death of the third generation as he nearly killed his siblings in a fight that had been long avoided. There were no further battles after that point, so Yuki is therefore the leader of that generation. (I did question who the leader of the seventh generation was, and Kurai replied it was him. However, I somehow find this very hard to believe and am absolutely certain that he lied to me to make himself look good.)
To understand Yuki’s powers, it is first essential to understand how power manifests itself. It was confirmed that the powers the Shadow Triad possess are not psychic, but are rather shadow orientated. Like Pokemon, powers also have a typing and the most common just so happens to be psychic. Someone is either born with the ability to use powers or not, and there is no way to tell before trying. The powers manifest themselves as a reasonably wide (about 5m in each direction) aura, which is how Kurai and his siblings are able to pick up on where they all are, they are simply using a form of radar to bounce back off each other’s auras. Learning to control the powers is done through learning how to rein the aura in, in essence, bring it closer to and within your body. The only way to do this is to sit and study some relevant books and ancient texts, and then pray the knowledge has transferred. This is because most ancient texts regarding powers often give off their own aura for an unknown reason. One must hope some of the aura has rubbed off on to your own and therefore it will have transferred across. Yuki is able to bypass the part on studying, and both Kurai and Yuki describe it due to being able to break through a mental wall. This wall will prevent someone from learning things beyond their limits, and this wall is broken through pushing your limits above what they are. Once broken, it allows someone unlimited ability to learn new things, but the studying is still needed. Yuki, somehow, as said earlier, has bypassed the need for studying and instead closely mimics a power in order to gain mastery of it and control it, then is able to use it permanently.
It is unnecessary to go into detail about his teleportation and invisibility, as this was covered in my report on Kurai. However, his telepathic and empathic abilities should be well noted. He has exactly the same empathic abilities as Kurai, but goes on further so that he is able to tell exactly what someone is thinking or what they are going to do, leaving him able to predict and stop events before they have the chance to begin. He passes this off as precognition, but it flat out isn’t. He is able to locate where something or someone is down to the exact centimetre, whereas Kurai can only locate things down to a small, but general area. We discovered this by putting Yuki outside of the building, and then precisely measuring the dimensions of the storage closet. Then, we placed a tennis ball on a shelf, exactly 97 centimetres along and 11 centimetres in. He was then told to find the ball, and he gave the correct answer within three seconds. We tested this multiple times a day on several different occasions, and he only made a fault of 2cm at one time, where we asked him to find a cardboard cut-out of Tom Cruise* in our other research centre in Striaton City. (*the only reason being because it was lost about five years previous and no one knew where it had gone. Additionally, it was the most absurd thing we could think of for him to find.)
His telekinetic abilities are very mild, and sadly resemble nothing like we hoped. He was able to lift and move a chair around a room, but was unable to lift a table, or even a person.
He has displayed to us that he is intangible, meaning he is able to blend in completely to anything (similar to the invisibility) but also pass through select objects. He mentioned he had little use for the power aside from ‘looking cool’ when he emerged from the shadow of a room after having passed directly through the wall. I personally nodded and agreed that with his statement.
His most visually fascinating ability is his aura manipulation. This means that he makes the aura of power visible and tangible, allowing him to form it into a weapon or shield. When compared to a Lucario, their abilities are incredibly similar, so it is my personal belief that he learnt to use it by observing their behaviour and fighting styles. Interestingly, Yuki’s preferred weapon was a whip, which appears, visually, like a large tentacle. Due to it being tangible, the whip was demonstrated (on Kurai) as being able to coil around and trap someone, not unlike a boa constrictor. The shield was able to stop all projectiles (or cardboard Tom Cruises) thrown at it, and was strong enough to stop a bullet.
Yuki’s ability to mimic powers was fully demonstrated when asked to show how he uses Kurai’s water breathing ability. He was able to successfully showcase this ability, but described it as significantly more painful that Kurai did. However, this may be slightly skewed, as Kurai thinks Yuki has only tried to use it in fresh water. He learned to do this in order to talk with Kurai in private, which I suppose says everything about his dedication to a cause.
In the same way, he is able to mimic Kyurem’s cryokinetic abilities, and there is nothing of any significance to mention with regard to this.
However, one of his most significant discussed powers is reality warping. He has refused to teach it to Kurai for unspecified reasons, and refused to demonstrate it to us. He vaguely mentioned the God Stone when questioned as to how he learned to do it, further confirming that it has an immense amount of power within it. He also talked about alternate, parallel dimensions that can be entirely manipulated to his will, as long as someone does not catch him doing it. He would not expand further on who the someone was/is. This means that he has within him the power to change the world, and perhaps universe as he sees fit. He could simply erase events from history and make it so certain things never occurred, although he mentioned he would be afraid to for fear of the consequences it would lead to.
As mentioned above, Yuki has all of the enhanced abilities that Kurai has, but from the information gathered it can be assumed that his are much more advanced. We performed the same tests we did with Kurai, and one notable point is that when testing his reflexes through the same means of firing a gun off to his side, he was able to catch the bullet each time and appeared to be finding the whole ordeal fairly trivial. Perhaps he is able to do this through his reality warping, where he changes the very passage of time itself in order to catch it each time? If he was so inclined, then this would mean that he would be unbeatable at everything, for if he is able to change the passage for his time while it does not affect anything else, then combined with his precognition ability, he would be able to react and prepare for everything that happens to him. Perhaps this is another reason why he appears to be so unfazed by everything, because he expects everything that happens to him? How far can this be extended? Would he, theoretically, be able to see his own death coming ad then work to avoid it?
When it came near to the end of my observation period with the two of them, I was delighted to hear that they were willing and able to fulfil my lifelong dream of seeing a Triad work together. Unfortunately, Kurai’s remaining sibling (one was confirmed to have been killed in early 2015) was unavailable to help, so he and Yuki demonstrated. What followed was one of the most mesmerising experiences I have ever been lucky enough to witness. The only humiliating part is that we, as a research team, were unable to create a more convincing, scientific method to showcase their abilities. We told an intern to hold the Tom Cruise cut-out and to walk around the building for two hours, and then told Kurai and Yuki to locate him, steal the tennis ball from inside the bag (we did not specify who would be carrying it) and then kill and ‘dispose of’ the body (Tom Cruise) without anyone noticing. The tennis ball was the same one that was used throughout the course of the five weeks, so in order to make it more difficult for them; we attached some small, but loud bells on to it. Immediately, they split up, with Kurai moving to the upper floors so quietly that I could not hear him, while Yuki chose to rifle through the cloakroom and ‘borrow’ some new clothes before walking nonchalantly out into the main reception. It took ten minutes for Kurai to locate where Tom Cruise was, and Yuki teleported beside him to assess the situation, which happened to be a cubicle farm style office. From here they stayed together, moving exactly as one while staying no more than 10ft behind the intern. Prior to this, they had turned invisible* and so Kurai was able to easily retrieve the tennis ball from the bag haphazardly slung across Tom Cruise’s neck. They then continued to follow the intern for the better part of an hour, correctly guessing that the intern was wandering slowly up to the roof. Yuki was able to sneak directly past them to wait at the doorway of the roof. As Tom Cruise came through the doorway, Kurai pounced on the two and sent both flying down the stairs to be caught by Yuki, who thankfully killed the intern with a rubber knife. Tom Cruise, however, was not so lucky, and is now being held together by duct tape across his chest. The intern recovered from the shock within a few minutes. Although this description appears unremarkable, it should be stated that they achieved this without communicating at all, seemingly working off the body language of each other to evade detection. Upon asking the office workers if they noticed any unusual sounds or noises or saw two men stalking around the cubicles, they all reported having never heard or seen anything. As a result, I am now able to understand why they had a reputation for being so brutal, yet efficient and in a roundabout way, graceful. (*it should be noted that I was taught how to detect them before this experiment took place, so was able to follow them without any trouble.)
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streetiebelle
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Post by streetiebelle on Feb 19, 2016 14:42:06 GMT -5
so this post is now the official experimentation/draft post for clickbait because i can't be fucked to make a new topic. every section will be cycled in and out as and when it comes up, so what's here now won't necessarily be in a couple of days/weeks until its fit to go into the story here is the fight scene and some of the aftermath. i haven't really checked it and i just now wrote it, all i know is that t=here's one paragraph in the aftermath im REALLLLLY eurgh about its not good, it's the one where he checks the thing, you'll see it. its really badly structured so im working on a way to either disperse those details somewhere else in other paragraphs or change it altogether, but with the same gist. (this can go anywhere once the fitting space is found it happens during a time where everything is dim, which is why Kurai is able to do what he does. always wear protection, kiddos) “That’s not it!” Yuki snapped, forcing Kurai to backpedal. “I feel like a broken record around you, because you don’t get it! Respect is not assumed nor given to you just because you think you deserve it! It’s earned! You have to do things that make me want to give you my respect! And that goes for everything! I respect Kyurem because he values me and has some intellectual value; I respect strangers because they do nothing to me that would make me lose respect for them. But you? You barely show respect for anyone, you sit there and try to poke at every button someone has to defend yourself once you get in a situation you don’t like, and then you wonder why they were so awful as to lash out at you!” “Yuki, I’m twenty eight years old, I think I’ve worked that out by now!” “Have you? Have you really? If you had known, then why did you try it with me?” Yuki glared at him. “I am trying to teach you how to be a better person. How to actually fit in and not make people want to hate you, but it’s proving incredibly difficult because you refuse to see what’s wrong. At this point, I’m on the verge of wanting to take hold of your brain and wipe everything from it and build you up from a totally blank slate, but the more likely option here is that I banish you from coming anywhere near here and send you off into the Plains to think about what you’ve done,” “Then why don’t you?” “Because that doesn’t encourage respect. That encourages a desire to want to kill someone! Do you get it now? Respect isn’t just about valuing others, it’s thinking about the consequences of your actions and changing your behaviour to accommodate that. It’s basic human decency.” Kurai narrowed his eyes at Yuki. “What’s the point of you telling me this, really?” “The point is that I’m trying to help you! I want to fix you, just like Kyurem said! Haven’t you been listening to anything I just told you? You are broken, and I will fix you through teaching you respect and a different way of thinking. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll do it the hard way, and I’ll leave you to die here!” Kyurem’s taunts flashed through his mind, echoing Yuki’s voice. Within a second, anger and fear rose as one and Kurai lashed out at him, sending them both tumbling into the snow and down the slope. With a sudden jolt, Yuki pushed him away, sending him spiralling back into the rocks. Kurai pushed his heels into the powder and extended his wings, flailing for balance. He snapped his gaze up to Yuki, a fleeting moment of fear passing through as he caught sight of the shadowy sword in his right hand. Without thinking or allowing him to react, Kurai surged forward, coming to an abrupt halt as pain radiated from his abdomen. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat as he took hold of the sword and watched blood ooze from his shirt. With his free hand, he took the switchblade out from his pocket and stabbed at Yuki’s face, swiping across his forehead and into his eye, growling in frustration as he disappeared. He pivoted, scanning for any sign of where he went. He twitched to the side on the sound of snow crackling underfoot, falling to the ground as a kick connected with his jaw. Yuki was on him instantly, barely bothered by his eye smarting. “You’re a terrible fighter,” Kurai aimed a punch up at him, taking advantage of Yuki’s unbalanced position to push him down and kneel on to his sternum. “Is this how you deal with everything? You kill whatever you don’t want to hear!” Yuki laughed, letting his head fall back on the ground. “Look at us; you’re knelt on me like you’re going to slit my throat all because I said something too close to what Kyurem told you!” “Shut up,” Kurai snarled, raising the blade to strike. “What’s this going to give you if you did kill me? Peace of mind? It won’t last long, Kyurem’ll find out and then he’ll tear you apart. “ Kurai swiped down, swirling around as Yuki disappeared from sight. He narrowed his eyes as a shadow appeared on the boulders above. Yuki regarded him with a sneer, wiping blood away from his eyes. “Childish. It really is. Attacking the one person who’s trying to help you,” He pounced again, collapsing down on to the rock as Yuki caught his wing and brought him down. He scrambled for a hold on the icy surface, growling as Yuki leaned his weight on his back. “You want to earn people’s respect? You want to earn your brownie points back after you lost them by killing your brother? You go through me.” Kurai flung his hand up against Yuki, sending a pulse of energy through his arm. He didn’t look, pulling himself up, only to freeze as a sickening crack echoed off the rocks. Every possibility flew through his head as his heart sank. Looking slowly over his shoulder, he whispered a curse as he took in Yuki, crumpled on the rocks as red spattered across the stone. His rage dissolved and tuned to pure fear as he rushed over and picked him up, moving him to a flatter outcrop. He pulled his hood back, inhaling sharply through his teeth as blood trickled from the wound. Pulling off his gloves and throwing them aside, he gently removed a shard of bone and applied pressure to the hole. Shaking, he traced his skull with his free hand, feeling sick as he felt the deformity. He didn’t know if Yuki had ever been to a hospital, let alone how he would get him there in one piece. He sat for ages, squinting into the darkness and trying to shield him from the biting wind. The blood never stopped, and he found himself practicing how he would run into the hospital and explain what had happened, already crafting a lie for how he found one of his family bleeding out with a caved in skull. It wouldn’t be the first time something similar had happened, the doctors would roll their eyes and do the necessary tests and everything would be fine. Snow began to fall and Kurai opened his wing to protect Yuki. Kyurem had told him that he wasn’t invincible, and he hadn’t listened at all, forgetting his advice entirely when he discovered he was still alive. Now, when he looked down at him while blood mixed with snow, he felt very small. The vastness of the Chasm seemed too great to bear alone again. He prayed that Yuki would recover. There was no way he could survive with his sanity intact when winter truly set in, losing his feathers coming close to being buried in an avalanche was too much to start. The bleeding eased off, and he finally removed his hand, thick with dried blood and wiped it on the stone. Gingerly, he took hold of him and lifted him up, managing to cradle him against his chest as he skittered down the rocks and into the crevice beneath them. He laid him down as carefully as he could in the confined space, then sat and waited, with nothing more he could do. He guessed it was close to dawn, making a promise that if nothing had changed by noon, he would take him to a hospital. Kurai shivered while he waited, keeping his wings open to protect them both from the breeze that so often swirled into the hole. (there’s a reason this happens and its explored later on, i havent written it yet tho. if yuki was using his precognition he could have avoided it completely. This happens because he was using a slightly different fighting style to match Kurai and he was so focused on the fight that he didn’t get a chance to look he was too busy trying to work out what Kurai was going to do next and trying to guess where he would be. I guess this could be one of yuki’s weaknesses? He can’t do everything at once. just realized kurai doesn't adress his own pretty fucking big injury at all throughout so uh give me time i'll fix it and if you're interested, this is what yuki is gonna be looking like for the remainder of clickbait. a.espncdn.com/photo/2015/0401/nhl_e_miller_b1_200x300.jpg )
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streetiebelle
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Post by streetiebelle on May 19, 2016 6:29:57 GMT -5
google-senpai needs to get its act together. i hope this doesnt become a recurring trend.
Kyurem stirred and rose, swinging his head around. His expression was blank, no emotion twinkling in his eyes. Kurai froze up and cursed himself for trapping himself in the alcove.
The dragon lumbered towards him and Kurai shrank into the ground as he neared. Their eyes met, and slowly he dragged a hand up to protect his face. Between his fingers, a fang twitched out from Kyurem's mouth. He braced himself, forcing himself not to break down into tears out of fear.
"How long have you had the dreams." He asked flatly.
Kurai's mouth dried up. "Since that summer," he choked out.
"Would you prefer to live with them or die now?"
"W-what?"
"Live, or die?"
Kurai turned the question over and over in his head, trying to think over the blasts of alarm bells that sounded at the same time. "Are you threatening me or being serious?"
"It is a choice. Do you want to leave the nightmares haunting you and risk destroying everything with the souls inside you, or would you like me to kill you and end it all now?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because it is the choice you are left with in a metaphorical sense. You can choose to suffer and try to work through it, or you can continue taking your normal, self pitying thought pattern. Yuki doesn't see it. and would not know to see it. I know you. I know what makes you tick over when you're in this way," he rasped. "So I feel it is only right to present you with the facts."
"I don't want to die. Not like this."
"Do you or don't you want to die?"
His head spun as he tried to decide Kyurem's point. "I don't want to die."
"Then live, and never speak of this conversation to anyone." Kyurem removed himself from the corner and lumbered out of the cave. A deathly silence fell in his wake, and with it Kurai wracked his brain to work out what he meant. Kyurem had a habit of being scarily cryptic when he was planning something, and something told him that he didn't want to be around for the result.
He wriggled up the wall, clutching the furs to his chest. He wished that Yuki had been there to hear their conversation, but feared telling him for the consequences that would follow if Kyurem found out. For a fleeting moment, he considered leaving the cave and disappearing to the station, evading Yuki by flying the whole way. Then, he remembered the endless white wastes south of the station and crumpled.
For the second time, he felt trapped within the huge expanse.
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streetiebelle
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Post by streetiebelle on Jul 19, 2016 11:21:10 GMT -5
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streetiebelle
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