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In a world of myths and mysteries, the pinnacle of the magical academies exists. Eldritch Academy offers education to all ages and species but specializes in the study and training of one's innate mystical capabilities, often called Eldritch Energies, Powers, or Unknowns, but more formally known as their Talent. However, tensions run high with the nations only holding a fragile peace as the Talents that rival the epitomes of technology change the balance of power.
With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
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Jan 3, 2019 1:08:27 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 1:08:27 GMT -6
Life wasn’t fair. That she knew off quite well. But what she originally thought she knew enough Kiran had to go in with every intention of lambasting all she knew before chucking her off into reality. A reality she thought she knew. She…was by no means a naïve child. But seeing what she saw inside that lighthouse. Literally and figuratively tossed her knowledge out into the wolves with nothing but a stick to fight against the hungry beast.
She thought she knew… but in the end, it was all for moot. Her ‘knowledge’ was nothing more than the musings of a naïve sheltered girl who knew nothing of how the real world functioned. That had been a kick in the rear for her. Not the fact how her god father nearly chewed her head off once he got wind of their eventful escapade. That…frankly was an international incident in the making. But for some unknown blessing they were spared from capture. They even managed to return; beaten yes, in the case of both Leo and Kiran. But alive? Well she wouldn’t be standing in her kitchen trying to make a hot cup of tea if the results weren’t along those lines.
Not to mention… her gaze paused from her work before it drifted towards the door connecting her bedroom to the mini sitting area her dorm had. The sitting area also being connected to the mini kitchen every dorm room was equipped with. To be honest, it looked more like a mini suite rather than an ordinary dorm room. But she figured that’s how the school intended in making their students comfortable.
Another shrug and she turned back to her work. Pouring in the hot water as she let the tea settle for a bit before walking back to check on her new ‘roommate’. “Fang-kun are you hungry by chance?” She asked, peering her head into the bedroom.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
1
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 3:30:41 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 3, 2019 3:30:41 GMT -6
"Fang-kun" didn't respond at first, as was growing exceedingly more common since he'd been released from his prison and brought to this strange place. He laid despondent on his bed, his small, childish frame curled into a defensive fetal position. Gone was the gasping, wide-eyed boy she'd seen wash out of the broken jar onto the lighthouse deck, pale and unmoving until she pushed the water from his lungs and revived him. That boy had seen the ghost of a lover long dead, delirious from being freed from centuries of rebirthing cycles. His face had lit up and he'd clung to her, his Zhi. She hadn't died and had finally rescued him from a fate far worse than death could possibly be. They could rebuild their lives together and find a way to make sense of the horrors they'd endured. However, once realization and clarity reclaimed his mind, it seemed the joyous expression had crumbled like a building bombed in a war, never to be seen again. This girl looked like Zhi, but wasn't. She smelled different. The eyes weren't right. So many things were right, but an identity was the sum of its parts and she was missing a certain few.
He was grateful his friend had finally found him and released him, but he wasn't sure this was a life he could survive. Fang didn't want to survive. He rejected everything about it! His mind reeled from the memories he wished would was into the void, of unending torment and pain, of omnipresent terror and full lungs of water. He shuddered every so often at just the thought of these things. The things that took up the majority of his over one-hundred thousand trials he suffered after repeated drownings. To stay silent he bit hard enough into the inside of his bottom lip that he tasted iron. Being the flash in the lighthouse had at least kept him from truly thinking on what was happening to him. It was hard to think when suffocating.
He rubbed his face into the red hair smushed against the pillow, as if hiding his face would make everything go away. It was the first movement he'd made in quite a while, at least showing he wasn't dead...as if he could actually die. The crimson hues took shelter behind his lids, giving himself a break from staring at the plain wall. The aspect of answering her made his stomach twist into knots. It wasn't that this stranger was threatening or that she even seemed capable of harm...it was just all too much. It was too much for him. He was broken. His only defense was to try and get away from it, and he had moments where he could. The cold silence of turning all his thoughts and memories off was his only mechanism for dealing with it all as it hit him at once.
That said, the boy now suffering catatonic depression very, very slightly shook his head in response to her. Food would absolutely make him sick.
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Jan 3, 2019 3:48:35 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 3:48:35 GMT -6
Wish they may, wish they might. Kurenai had the same recollection come to mind whenever saw the desponded look fang had on his face. From the hopeful expression he once had when he first opened those ruby coloured orbs of his. There was hope but now… that hope fell in the puddle of oblivion. Drowning within the inky blackness with no end on sight. Physically he was in no harm but mentally Nai had her doubts. No one…
NO ONE.
With enough sanity could handle what he went through without some damage here and there. So to see him in such a state hardly surprised the albino female. In fact she pitied him, but at the same time she refused to show it. Fang didn’t need pity as it wouldn’t help him in the long run. Feeling bad for a person was entirely another matter than just helping them. Instead of using the energy to feel bad for him. She might as well spend it to something far more productive. Like helping him snap out of his funk.
Easier said than done… The girl gave a soft sigh. During the last couple of days he hadn’t talked but in a way she learned another way to ‘communicate’ by guessing the boy’s own body language. The subtle shake of his head told her he said no. That was his reply to her, a no. The girl frowned, her lips subtly troubled as it curved downwards. “You haven’t… eaten anything though…” She reluctantly walked closer. She wouldn’t force him, not unless he really needed it then she would likely go fetch Kiran for help. In the same reluctant spirit she reached over to gently stroke the man’s soft red hair. The same way she remembered a mother would give while comforting a child.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
1
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 4:12:36 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 3, 2019 4:12:36 GMT -6
It was certain if anyone other than her had reached to touch him, he'd have reacted violently. Even now as his eyes were closed and he had no way to know she'd do such a thing, he flinched every so slightly because he couldn't help it, but didn't jerk away or lash at her. If anything he seemed resigned to it. He wasn't so out of it that he didn't understand that he probably didn't need to fear touches, and even if he did he now had the option to resist and stop such things. They could no longer be forced on him. And while he didn't think of her as forcing it on him, he felt the cold stone in his belly of resignation. Why fight it? What good would it do? A pat on the head was literally nothing compared to things of the past. Perhaps it was because she was a woman, or because she favored Zhi, but for now her stroking of his hair could continue, though he showed no signs of acceptance or rejection.
It'd been far longer than two days since he'd eaten. Trauma and extensive starvation robbed him of the sensation accompanying hunger. Fang knew the signs, though. The weakness, the fatigue sleep wouldn't ward off. But if he ate, he knew he'd throw up. Nothing would be able to stay there, nothing that wasn't instantly absorbed and used. Something like blood. But...this girl, this Kurenai didn't know his shameful secret. No one did. There was a lot of details of the past three hundred odd years that no one knew anymore, and he'd prefer it that way. It was agony enough to relive it as if it'd happened yesterday on repeat, let alone speaking it out into the world and watching it freshly in someone else's eyes.
Non-verbal communication was tough. Fang knew it'd be easier to just speak, but couldn't bring himself to. Just like he couldn't bring himself to move more than an inch. Just like he couldn't stop staring at either the wall or the inside of his eyelids. The rapidly growing boy's mind matured along with it, and the "older" he appeared, the less he could bring himself to communicate. A slowly shifting arm brought a hand lower from where it was formally coiled at his chest to his stomach region, resting there as if to denote his extreme nausea. His host could understand that, right? Cracking his vermilion orbs open, they shifted ever so slowly up to try and peer at her from the corners.
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Jan 3, 2019 5:06:06 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 5:06:06 GMT -6
As long…as others were happy then. She might have found something of worth with the life she’s been given. Kurenai hadn’t given Kiran a straight answer to his question because frankly she stopped thinking about herself long ago. Her life was simply but a flow she’s willing to follow. Wherever it led her she’ll go as long as the life she’s lived brought some form of usefulness. Then… her time might not have been a waste of the gods.
There’s bound to be a reason why they forced her into this mess. But Kurenai wasn’t one to look for the gods. She’s a child who while not entirely an unbeliever would rather work for her ‘blessings’ than pray. Praying never did much aside from soothing a person’s own weakness. But to put effort to attain what she wanted was undeniably far productive than waiting for a god’s mercy. “Well if you insist…” Sighed the girl. The barely veiled awkwardness within her tone budded out. Yet remained hidden behind the elegant façade she presented. She was a child of high birth. Her actions spoke with the way she gracefully moved. Nearly soundless aside from the tapping of her wooden sandals.
“Not even something to drink?...” She asked softly. Purple orbs stared at his body. Funny… he seemed bigger than a few days ago. Would it mean she would have to get him new clothes? She mused internally musing whether to drag Kiran out for this. While she mused, her gaze drifted from his small curled form to the window. Making the near newbie mistake of moving her attention away from the catatonic boy. She…really didn’t see him as someone who could harm her. At this state of his?
She highly doubt it. But that single action she did… rang in her mind, prodding her to go fetch a bucket for the boy. Again…. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom again?” She asked. If he wanted to dry heave his empty stomach again…she might have to call Kiran. She honestly didn’t know whether this was a norm for phoenixes who suffered intense trauma…
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
1
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 5:25:27 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 3, 2019 5:25:27 GMT -6
Something to drink. If only she knew how thirsty he was, though not for water. The thought of water turned his human-looking skin to goose flesh. Tiny hairs raised all over his body at the mere thought of the word, and he barely notably shivered. In fact, he thought he'd start dry heaving again, but perhaps he'd convinced his body that it was no use. There was nothing to come up, so why go through with expending the energy? It was energy he didn't have....because of the thirst. Even now he swore he could hear her blood pulsing just beneath her skin, smell the life liquid contained in her veins. How disgusting was he, that the creature he'd become against his will fed and drew strength from drinking another's blood? And even though the thought made him swallow hard to avoid a gag, his throat and veins screamed for it? He'd rather die than be a parasitic leech like....like him.
Okay, no, he really might throw up after all. His mind had wandered into memories and he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop it. With her eyes averted to the window, somehow his body moved. It was slow and stiff, as if he was turning to stone, and accompanied by the peculiar ripping sounds of fabric. Soon he was sitting on the edge of the bed in the buff, uncaring for the shreds of ruined clothes mixed into the sheets under him, trying to summon the strength to get to his feet. Breaths came out in shaky huffs. If she turned to look, however, her eyes would meet a very sick looking Fang that was no longer a child at all. He looked every bit as old as she did, fully developed though perhaps a little shorter than she might anticipate. He wasn't very comparable to Kiran. Fang was the more lean type with muscles attuned to speed and precise movements for stealth. Despite his malnutrition, his body still looked well-fed albeit very pale. His bright red hair definitely stood out as it flopped into his face, completely covering one eye. But at least once he sat up, the intense nausea subsided a little and he was left sitting there, staring sadly into space toward her side of the room.
But his mind was moving. Vampire. He was half vampire. He was disgusting. He didn't deserve to live.....wait....maybe being a vampire changed some things...?
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Jan 3, 2019 6:11:00 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 6:11:00 GMT -6
Five seconds,
She took her eyes off him for five freaking seconds to settle her growing worry when the sound of ripping fabric drew her back. She should know the sound, she worked with fabric long enough to know the sound it makes when it accidentally rips. Sketching wasn’t the only hobby the girl has during her spare time. Sewing clothes was another she kept under wraps, as long as it has something to do with her hands and in the realms of creativity then…its bound certain the girl knew about it in some form or another.
Just like that her gaze went back towards the small…? Correction. Kurenai’s eyes went from worried to dumbstruck in a span of a few seconds. Her mind tried to reeled in at the sight her eyes were seeing but couldn’t believe at the same time. Instead of a smoll child…. There was a naked… man in his place.
Again… Not again!?!?!
A naked man… someone up there was enjoying her torment. And in true repeated fashion the girl’s gaze made the mistake of dropping down… thankgod. The blankets were at least covering his privates but that wasn’t enough for the girl who was mentally screaming in horror at this point. “F-Fang??” She stammered, the bright reddish blush soon covered her face before without another word of warning she fled for the bathroom. From there grabbing a bucket and rushing back to hand it to fang.
She might… be frazzled. But that didn’t mean… Nai was willing to clean up vomit from her clean floor. Once that was settled she fled for her phone, dialling in quick presses the one number she knew Kiran has. “Answer please answer…” She silently begged.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
1
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 7:00:51 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 3, 2019 7:00:51 GMT -6
"Whaaat?" came a drawling whine from the other end of the line as the intended male answered. "I was in the middle of--" Nai's panicked words interrupted any ridiculous thing he was about to say, and soon, with a groan of pained effort, he told her he was on his way.
Within a few quick minutes a still battered and bruised Kiran busted into her door like he normally did, at least taking advantage of it being unlocked but not knocking or anything. He still had a few bandages and a heavy limp-- which begged the question of how he got there so fast-- but otherwise seemed unbothered by his own condition. He'd only gotten caught up in the lighthouse he destroyed in a fit of rage. No big deal.
Upon going into the room that had formerly only belonged to Nai, his peridot eyes saw it. A naked, grown Fang, heaving pointlessly into a bucket. The conflict was clear on his battered face. Amusement at Nai's flustered panic, but sorrowful for his bad off friend. When he and his friends saved Fang, this wasn't what he'd anticipated. The guilt of not finding him sooner weighed heavily, though he tried not to show it. "Don't worry, Nai. I'll fix your naked boy problem. Are you sure you don't want a better look, though?" he teased, approaching the red head and placing a hand on his shoulder.
True to the assumption previously, Fang made the quickest movement he'd made beyond his initial revival. A heavy flinch, followed by a lightning hand lashing out and smacking Kiran's hand away with no strength held back. Perhaps if he had been fed he'd have attacked Kiran, but Fang didn't have it in him. Just the smack and wide eyes peering up at him in hatred, terror, rage, and shame. "Whoa, buddy!" Kiran exclaimed, earning himself another flinch and his friend recoiling further away from him and into the corner of the bed against the wall like a trapped animal. "Hey, hey," he tried to soothe, holding up his hands as if to make it clear he meant to harm. One of said hands was holding three articles of clothing, a little too big for Fang but better than nothing. "It's me, Kiran. Calm down, I'm just here to give you some clothes. Your nakeness is giving Nai hot flashes," he continued on softly, injecting some humor for his and Nai's sake though it was clear it failed on Fang. The red-head did untense in recognition, though doing so had him heaving into the bucket all over again.
After waiting some time for the heaves to subside, Kiran managed to get the boxers, basketball shorts, and T-shirt on the scarred phoenix and situated him back in the bed. He met Nai back in the sitting room, looking a little emotionally drained. "Nai, are you sure you're up for this? You can go stay with Emmy and I can take care of him instead? This...can't be easy. It isn't your responsibility."
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Jan 3, 2019 7:51:20 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 7:51:20 GMT -6
She already promised… going back against it would in a way dishonour her integrity. At the same time… Kiran was right, it wasn’t her problem. She shouldn’t get involve in something she knew nothing about, she knew nothing about them. Aside from Kiran being a school mate and now a friend. But Fang?...She knew nothing about him aside his name… And from the time…. She didn’t continue the thought. She held it down and slapped it away from her mind before it had a chance to take a dip into how exactly they saved the red headed phoenix.
Bandages…? The girl visibly flinched. The still fresh wounds healing all over the older bird’s body. She shouldn’t have called. But Nai didn’t know who else to turn to at a time like this. She’ll apologize, probably. What else can she do? Aside from repeated apologies and an offer to a free meal. “….Y-You could have told me to just fetch the clothes…” Nai coughed, trying to salvage her own composure which flew straight back out the window once Kiran had the audacity to mention about her taking a peek.
Her cheeks instantly flared right back as she nearly sent an annoyed glare at her friend. “Don’t… even go there Kiran. Just don’t.” She grumbled. Eyeing him with a warning stare before… she tossed the white flag and fled. Seeing a naked man was one thing… but seeing someone dress a guy was another foreign ground she had no intention of ever crossing even in marriage.
“….”
Marriage huh?... Why did it have to reach that thought of all things? Her mind truly is an unpredictable mess. Her feet halted into the sitting room. Stopping once she was adequately out of the bedroom and away from watching Kiran dress the guy. But in a way it left her alone with her thoughts. Thoughts that she normally wouldn’t bother touching but now the proverbial stick poked the sleeping dragon within her mind. The elephant so to speak lingering within her mind she tried to ignore but now couldn’t. Luckily for her though. Before she had a chance to dwell within the depressing regions of that proverbial Elephant Kiran’s presence quickly shot it back to the depths of her mind. The girl’s attention fled right back to the teen exiting the bedroom. The clothes he carried absent from his hands.
But…something else replaced it. Something that wasn’t physical in a sense but an emotion being expressed on his face. He looked drained, both physical and emotionally. The latter couldn’t be helped. He saw his friend in such a mess that it hardly surprise Nai that Kiran would see it as a failure towards his friend. “Yea….” She smiled softly, the same graceful smile was back as she helped her friend over to the couch. “I promised, already didn’t I? Cant exactly back out of my word when I said I’ll help you and your friend. So don’t worry about it.” She sighed in playful exasperation. Her tone taking on a softer approach. It was all she could really, to help them.
“…Can you….Tell me who…Zhi is?”
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 8:14:09 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Jan 3, 2019 8:14:09 GMT -6
Kiran sat down heavily, perhaps dropping his guard around her for a change instead of the other way around recently. A palm reached up to rub irritably at the eye that wasn't blackened, seeming to try and mask his overall tiredness by making it seem like he'd been roused from a nap instead. While the horrors of war and life were familiar to someone as old as him, it'd been a while since it was fresh. His mind might drag it up every so often in memory, but seeing a remnant left over like that just made it all real again. The suffering...the sight the group had seen at the lighthouse even had a lingering effect on him. He didn't know how to help his friend now that he was finally free. How do you cope with something that awful? When he'd been freed from that witch's prison, it'd taken all his energy and a long time to feel remotely normal, and his torment was only a fraction of Fang's.
Before he could lament too much, Nai posed a question that surprised him a little. It shouldn't have. It made sense. Of course she'd want to know. He hadn't had the time or the wits to explain back then. "Zhi was Fang's lover," Kiran answered, eyes and tone distant as he remembered. Zhi had been his friend as well. When a group was as close as Kiran, Fang, and Li, anyone associated with them was also close with the rest. It seemed wrong to just label her a "lover", but it was most accurate. "She was...uh... like a sister to me. He was about to ask her to marry him. During the battle where Fang got captured, she was killed in action..." Such a simple response, but the mental image was so much more complex. Words weren't adequate. "He held her as long as he could and didn't escape before the reinforcements got him."
He fell quiet after that, leaning his head back against the couch as if suddenly his body was just so heavy. Kiran never talked about the war up until now. And even though words and details were sparse, it was taxing. Perhaps he seemed his age for a change. His old soul was showing. Green eyes lifted from the blank space they'd been staring into to meet Nai's. He offered a partial smile. "You do favor her. Your hair, skin, some expressions... but her eyes were a different color, and she was bossy and loud. I can see why he'd mistake you for her at first. Maybe I did, too, without knowing it. So I forced you to be my friend," the phoenix commented with a touch of humor.
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Jan 3, 2019 17:19:51 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 3, 2019 17:19:51 GMT -6
Battered and bruised all because he decided to throw caution to the wind and charge like some indestructible machine. When in truth, he wasn’t as impregnable as he wanted to believe. The wounds coating his body proved her statement. From the time they dragged him back injured beyond believe. A few times during their trip back she swore Kiran nearly reverted back into his egg form. He nearly died…. But look at him, lounging without a care on her couch while ignoring the severity of his injuries.
Typical Kiran… One day, he’ll understand that his body isn’t as tanky as he wanted to believe. Someday… maybe? Perhaps? Nai was seeing a pattern, and when she sees one… she knew it would be a fool’s errand to hope for the man to change when he hasn’t changed for the last five centuries or so. “You shouldn’t sit like that, you might tear one of your injuries open again.” She scolded her friend. Sighing in the process before turning on her heel to head to the kitchen. At least, that’s what she intended. But when Kiran started answering her question she was obligated to stay. She ask, and now he’s giving the answer she wanted.
The least she could do is sit and listen… A few words in, she noticed the abrupt shift in her friend’s demeanour. The heaviness within his frame as he slouched. Its as if he gained a few years within that youthful appearance of his. If she concentrate enough, the girl honestly thought she would see the line of wrinkles on his forehead.
This…wasn’t the happy go lucky Kiran.. The years he lived weighed on him. And for the first time Nai was seeing unfold. Like a piece of origami being dissected by unfolding each part. He looked like that to her. It’s then she knew that she asked the wrong question. Unwittingly she struck an invisible wound that barely looked like it healed at all.
“Sorry… I shouldn’t have asked…” The child awkwardly apologized, flickering her gaze momentarily away to collect her thoughts and to let the information sink into her brain. Fang’s lover… The thought made her flinch. So… that’s why he seemed so happy to see her… In fact he wasn’t seeing ‘her’ but a mere ghost of his former flame. So for him to see her face… must be like a proverbial knife to the gut. A glaring reminder of what he lost and would never again have.
How she felt like an absolute ass right now. “You know…” She reluctantly began, mulling through her own words as she tried to search for something, anything to say to fix her blunder. “I’m sorry… I reminded you of the past… And of the sister figure you lost… That’s all I can say, normally I have more tact than this to ask something that shouldn’t be brought up… but you know…” She paused, hoping her words were actually right this time instead of making an even bigger blunder with trying to console a friend. “You know… judging from what little you said to describe her, she must have been a good person at heart. And probably just as brave to follow you silly birds to a war… But I have a feeling she wouldn’t want you both to wallow in the past…”
“Instead of seeing the past she would have wanted you to look beyond to the present and the future and to live your lives instead of mourning for her.” She offered alongside the soft melancholic smile on her face.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
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Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Jan 3, 2019 18:22:45 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Jan 3, 2019 18:22:45 GMT -6
"Don't worry about it," Kiran waved her off, frowning at her apology. "You need to know." True, he generally didn't like his past being brought up, but this was different. It was a necessary question. Fang had called her Zhi, the only word he'd said that would give someone who didn't know him the idea that he could talk, just wouldn't. It deserved explaining and with her taking charge of a situation that wasn't her responsibility, the least he could do was explain why Fang seemed devastated by her face.
As Nai expounded on what she thought Zhi might think about all this, his mouth quirked into a sad half smile. Zhi was a good person. She was loyal and fierce, but also gentle and selfless. If her soul was watching them, she'd probably be up in arms about how they were still hurting over her. "You're right," he agreed, though the tiredness in his shoulders and face didn't lessen. "I thought I had, until a couple days ago. Funny how you think something is so far behind you that it can't get you, but then it proves you wrong. But I've been doing my best to look ahead and live the best way I can, and most of the time it works. Some shadows you can't always shake," sighed the phoenix, trying to shake said shadows as he spoke. His thoughts moved back to Fang. "....he hasn't had the luxury of filling his time with distractions and ways to cope and move on like I have, though. Time couldn't heal his wounds because he was trapped in the war in a constant state of agony..." his words trailed, throat getting tight with emotion.
"Ah," he vocalized suddenly, trying to mask his very un-Kiran like demeanor. Sitting up straight, he rolled his shoulders slowly, honestly using the pain to break himself out of his mood. "He'll be fine. He might not look it right now, but I assure you Fang is one tough bird. Once he gets a chance to grieve and acclimate to his new life, I'm sure he'll come around. He'll get back to normal and make Zhi's spirit proud. You just might have to force him to get up and go out or something. That helped me, honestly."
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Jan 4, 2019 1:12:07 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 4, 2019 1:12:07 GMT -6
Humans were fragile beings, one wrong messed up move and they’re off to meet their maker. Humans life were fleeing like the passing wind that comes and goes. They multiply easily but they weren’t eternal. Not like the rest of species roaming the earth. Nai knew this well, far too well. The young albino was well too acquainted with her own mortality. She wouldn’t live long, not as long as a regular person would. She’s too damn of a realist to know the limits of her own body.
But…before the end does come, she’s not afraid per say. What she really fears is her not utilizing the small time frame she’s been given. To her, the greatest waste to her life would be leaving without making sure her life had its uses. That for once… she can prove to people that yes… she did exist once a upon a time. Her life might have been short but she wanted to prove… that her existence meant something.
And then… there’s also the veritable backlash her passing would cause. The girl flinched at the thought. Seeing Kiran like this reminded her of this very real possibility. It was the risk presented to her when she first yearned companionship. Being alone… never suited her, she knew loneliness well enough that it never suited her. But to move out of that shell also meant its own risks. She welcomed the risks entailed… if for once she can be selfish to earn some semblance of normalcy of a decent childhood that’s been denied from her.
Friends were a step right in the right direction. The girl sighed at the thought, at the same time ignoring the prodded elephant trying to sink the remaining of decent thoughts she had down into the dark rabbit hole it created. “You’re strong… but sometimes… its not wrong to admit weakness.” The girl spoke. Adding her own two cents in the matter as her lips quirked in a half smile. A way for her to silently show her support to a friend who was selfless enough to care about her wellbeing. “That’s the plan---” She started but stopped when she saw the boy move his injured shoulders. Really Kiran?.... She had the perfect answer for him in the form of one of the couch pillows she tossed straight at his face. “Was saying that’s the plan… I’ll even force him to go along with us whenever you start putting me through physical boot camp again. But I’ll change it to please do butcher mine and Emmy’s hard work in keeping you alive.” She went from consoling him to outright scolding him in a matter of seconds. “Geez… you flaming turkeys really need to learn self preservation…” Her mask momentarily slipped. Causing her to huff in exasperation as she scowled at her friend.
“If you say a nap will fix you up, I’m fetching the slipper.” The girl threatened before she finally turned on her heels to head to the kitchen. “Stay there and I’ll go make some tea…”
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Jan 4, 2019 4:40:13 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Jan 4, 2019 4:40:13 GMT -6
The couch cushion hit its mark with perfect accuracy, surprising him and rewarding her with a wide-eyed stare, followed by a slight wince. He was sore, and the force of the cushion reminded him plenty! Soon the chock faded and he grinned sheepishly. "Hey! A few naps will take care of this. I don't care what you say about it," Kiran chuckled as her cucumber cool slipped and she started scolding him. He couldn't help but laugh a little when she did such a thing. Their relationship was complicated. They may look the same age, but he was ridiculously older than her, yet she seemed like the granny soul here. It was odd, but endearing. To be honest, between Kurenai and Emmy, he was scolded a lot. It showed they cared, but it seemed they kept forgetting that it didn't much matter how badly or how often he was injured or worse. The rebirth trials weren't pleasant, but it was a small price to pay to not have to fear death. It'd have been more convenient at this point if he'd died at the tower just to avoid healing these wounds, but it was what it was. Even his broken bones, bruises, and gashes were a small price to free Fang and the other phoenixes trapped in that nightmarish jar.
"What is it with you and slippers? Maybe pull out a null lantern and I'd be scared. But a slipper? I guess it might be intimidating if it reeked to high heaven or something just for sanitary reasons..." he teased as she moved to the kitchen. There was no way he'd turn down tea. Tea was the second best thing after his precious ice cream, which she probably knew all too well. He sat like a good boy on the couch as he was told, though he peered curiously after her. "What kind are we having today?" asked the phoenix, now glancing at the china cabinet with the insane collection of flavors. Kiran was lowkey jealous of her copious stash, barely able to bide his time until she allowed him to rifle through it. The bird loved tea, but only owned the ones he couldn't live without in favor of filling the cabinet space with a cooking spice collection to rival her tea display. Compromises, right? Priding himself in his cooking, it sadly had to be this way.
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Jan 4, 2019 5:06:50 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 4, 2019 5:06:50 GMT -6
His so called ‘few naps’ often if not always ended in him turning into an egg. If he called that a nap then he shouldn’t be surprise why her and Emmy were up in arms whenever he decided to disregard common courtesy during injury. Number one rule during blood loss… is DO NOT fall asleep. Napping constitute to sleeping… sometimes she wondered if her feathered friend here uses his brain often? He’s five hundred years her senior and here she was… ‘mothering’ him. Acting as the proper adult in their misfit group.
Sometimes… just sometimes, Nai wondered if this was but another side effect from her upbringing. She might understand humour but some of the insane antics they do was way beyond her meagre understanding in ‘how’ to act her age.
She wasn’t raised that way…
Being a teenager in a school filled with people close or over her age was like walking in a foreign country without so much as a guide book to guide her. They say acting your age didn’t need much in terms of thinking. But she digresses, if she knew nothing about being one then… how could she act like one without turning herself into the fool? That’s the question that plagued the girl’s mind until Kiran’s statement forced out a scoff from her lips. She didn’t know why… but being around his presence was like being near Tao or uncle Bai. She felt something akin to being free, where she can at least lower her guard somewhat and drop the proper façade Kiran infamous calls her ‘ulcer’ persona.
She cant help it, that’s how she was trained to act in public. To be that proper little princess of the Shimizu clan… how…pretentious. The thought lingered, and then dissipated once it threatened to cause her mask to further drop. No need for him to see the frown her own thoughts caused. “Oh…? Remind me… to introduce you to Tao-nii then.” The playful smirk danced on her lips as she craned her neck slightly to look back at him. Whats this? Was that… mischief dancing in her purple eyes. The way it lightened as if plotting something ‘unpleasant’ so to speak to the boy who didn’t know how to fear the holy slipper.
“Also… well you pick. I think I have a few new batches I got from the shop a few days ago. Including something called the emperor’s blue moon… Onii-sama sent it as a birthday gift…” She muttered softly, giving it a bit more thought as she tried to recall how many she had to label a few days ago.
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