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lightdriven2016-02-29 08:22 pm
revolutionfalcon) wrote in lightdriven2016-02-29 08:22 pm
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pretend i actually posted this with the others shhh
WHO: Shun and whoever is around to greet the firebirb
WHAT: A very late intro
WHEN: AT SOME POINT...we don't really have a calendar yet do we
WHERE: Entering Illumina
WARNINGS: None as yet, will edit if that changes.
[In the time he's had to deal with things like severe cold and exposure, Shun's never been particularly small. That and his coat meant he usually wasn't wanting for warmth, even on nights where the Resistance's supplies ran low and they were running out of places to hide. Unless he was lending it to Ruri, but then, he'd never had trouble enduring that either.
But sitting on a glacier with numb talons and numb wingtips, empty space between the Synchro Dimension and here and what the hell happened, he's realising what a disadvantage being small is here.]
What the hell--?
[He feels his mouth move, but it clicks like a beak, and when he sees himself in the glossy glacier he does a double-take before peering back into the ice, black and yellow eyes narrowed. He's a bird, certainly, and a bigger bird than any normal one in his world, but compared to his usual self he's miniscule. Even with his scarf wrapped around most of him, he can see himself tremoring slightly in the reflection, and he knows he has to find his way out of this cold or he'll die before he even gets to ask all the questions on his mind right now. Mind flipping between suspicion, confusion and trying to find what feels natural for this creature to move, he spreads his small wings - another two wing-like forms unfold beneath them, but even the most cursory glance at the thin, overfeathered joints would show they're not fit for flight themselves. They flail and shake as he tests them, just trying to get airborne to go towards that light in the distance, but his feet are numbing by the time he heaves himself into the sky and flaps towards the lights.
The chill is biting, though, and he finds himself stalling, fluttering downwards and having to recover far too often. The little body shakes again, like the feeling of something wanting to come up, but there's nothing in his lungs and nothing in his throat, and his wings don't seem to want to support him.
As he starts to dip again, the little bird's expression hardens, and the air almost seems to spark with its determination.]
It's not that easy to get rid of me.
[The bird's wings flare into heat and fire, melting a pit where he skims the ground and rises again, suddenly full of warmth and energy despite the situation he's been thrown into. Closer and closer to the city lights, the flame fades away but the new strength doesn't, and by the time he touches down neatly at the edge of the city, the cold tremors have faded like they were never there. He folds his wings with a lengthy, dismissive blink, gives the icy wastes one last look, and then hops through into the city proper.
He'll be approaching anyone who looks like a resident with a most sour look on his little birdly face.]
Explain what this is. Now.
WHAT: A very late intro
WHEN: AT SOME POINT...we don't really have a calendar yet do we
WHERE: Entering Illumina
WARNINGS: None as yet, will edit if that changes.
[In the time he's had to deal with things like severe cold and exposure, Shun's never been particularly small. That and his coat meant he usually wasn't wanting for warmth, even on nights where the Resistance's supplies ran low and they were running out of places to hide. Unless he was lending it to Ruri, but then, he'd never had trouble enduring that either.
But sitting on a glacier with numb talons and numb wingtips, empty space between the Synchro Dimension and here and what the hell happened, he's realising what a disadvantage being small is here.]
What the hell--?
[He feels his mouth move, but it clicks like a beak, and when he sees himself in the glossy glacier he does a double-take before peering back into the ice, black and yellow eyes narrowed. He's a bird, certainly, and a bigger bird than any normal one in his world, but compared to his usual self he's miniscule. Even with his scarf wrapped around most of him, he can see himself tremoring slightly in the reflection, and he knows he has to find his way out of this cold or he'll die before he even gets to ask all the questions on his mind right now. Mind flipping between suspicion, confusion and trying to find what feels natural for this creature to move, he spreads his small wings - another two wing-like forms unfold beneath them, but even the most cursory glance at the thin, overfeathered joints would show they're not fit for flight themselves. They flail and shake as he tests them, just trying to get airborne to go towards that light in the distance, but his feet are numbing by the time he heaves himself into the sky and flaps towards the lights.
The chill is biting, though, and he finds himself stalling, fluttering downwards and having to recover far too often. The little body shakes again, like the feeling of something wanting to come up, but there's nothing in his lungs and nothing in his throat, and his wings don't seem to want to support him.
As he starts to dip again, the little bird's expression hardens, and the air almost seems to spark with its determination.]
It's not that easy to get rid of me.
[The bird's wings flare into heat and fire, melting a pit where he skims the ground and rises again, suddenly full of warmth and energy despite the situation he's been thrown into. Closer and closer to the city lights, the flame fades away but the new strength doesn't, and by the time he touches down neatly at the edge of the city, the cold tremors have faded like they were never there. He folds his wings with a lengthy, dismissive blink, gives the icy wastes one last look, and then hops through into the city proper.
He'll be approaching anyone who looks like a resident with a most sour look on his little birdly face.]
Explain what this is. Now.
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Oh there was some hell. There was some shouting-cursing at the pendulum, shouting for that 'snake' he was partnered with, yelling yelling yelling...
Until finally he's half in the ground on his back, covering his eye holes.] I'm a ghost.
I'm a tree and a ghost...
[...Maybe he should keep yelling. He sits up, 'hands' back down to his sides.] Damn it VELES..!
I know this isn't HELL! Because that place doesn't exist!! I think, [he mutters, suddenly crossing his arms in a moment of thought.]
...It probably doesn't...-
[And then suddenly something that looks like a 'comet' flies overhead and down a tunnel. Well.
That's one way to show him where the city is. The ghost floats over, and follows in silence-invisible, unnoticed as a native pokemon farther in the tunnel gets ready to answer the fletchling questioning them.
...Before looking behind him and bolting.
Hatsu's own response is to silently hold his hands in front of himself, mutely asking really-before realizing whose voice he heard.
Nooooo.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...it can't be...
...He's left squinting at the bird, who's probably going to be turning on him right that second.]
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And then his eyes fall on the thing dangling from the creature's stumpy horn, and narrow in confusion.]
Yuya? [He doesn't use first names lightly, but things in Synchro have changed him quite a bit recently. It doesn't make him any more pleased to see that kid over Yuto, though, and he gives a dismissive huff.]
You probably don't know any more about this place, then.
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...Damn that pendulum, he thinks idly, a number of seconds passing before he can so much as stammer.]
Oh hell it really is y...
[He coughs-and the voice that comes out more strongly is much older sounding than Yuuya's own.]
Nothing more than the fact that it apparently cuts the time barrier, [he laughs weakly, voice cracking a bit as he pushes himself on.]
Kurosaki Shun! ...Not who I expected, [he adds, nodding his head at the feathery bird and hoping that's ample distraction from the obvious.]
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That makes two of us. You don't sound like him, or speak like him. He'd be driving himself mad worrying about Hiiragi Yuzu, for starters.
[The little bird's eyes narrow further, into much less cute little slits of anger.] Who are you?
[He sounds enough like Yuya that it has to be some form of him, and isn't making any bones about knowing Shun, but this talk about the time barrier and the aged voice isn't helping Shun's misgivings.]
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It's hard to be scared of a teensie robin.] Kashiwa Hatsu-at your service, [he adds with a mock bow, almost going to adjust glasses that are no longer there.]
The other name is just a bit 'old', see.
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[Well. There are a lot of questions he could be asking of an older Yuya, and the slightly questioning expression he gets at that realisation is telling enough. The way the strange stump ghost flinches at the mention of Hiiragi Yuzu isn't seeming like he'll get a particularly enjoyable answer to anything he asks of the future, though.]
...So you're from after the war.
[It's half question and half assumption, and said with a little wariness. On one hand, he's curious, but on the other, he's not entirely sure he wants to hear the kinds of things that might have happened.]
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Absolutely is.] Things come out great by the way! Really great.
[This sounds like a lie, but really, he's being honest this time.]
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In what way?
[Yeah, he's gonna need more specifics before he's convinced things went down remarkably "great".]
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...There's peace, what else does great mean here?? [he asks, spirit bits flaring a bit.]
There's ups, there's downs and...then there's...Peace. [...Y ep.]
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Peace is good, but it's also obvious if the war is over. I'm asking about other things. Like what became of what we were fighting for. Home, family - there are things other than peace we wanted from the war. I would have thought you'd know that.
[He might not have the highest opinion of Yuya, but it's pretty obvious to anyone around him for more than a few minutes that he values his friends and comrades.]
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[His voice takes a more serious tone, eyes glinting.]
What happens if I give you the truth, and you go back knowing 'all is well'..?
How does that change your drive for battle, huh?
Things are fine-Heartland's rebuilt.
How's that for more than peace, ah?
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[He's not being thrown off the topic quite that easily, especially since Heartland being rebuilt is one thing, but the people are quite another. He's spent enough time around Reiji and his ilk by this point to recognise potential weasel wording.]
What about the civilians?
[Obviously he has some specific people in mind, but he should at least get a general idea of what happened to them from how willing this guy is to broach that topic.]
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You don't build a city without people.
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That's all I needed to know. [His tone is a little lighter, but not exactly relieved. He still has to fight the rest of his war, after all. When he reaches that outcome himself, then he'll allow those kinds of emotions.
In any case, after another moment of staring down the haunted tree stump, Shun turns and tilts his head towards the city proper.]
There's not much point being here if we can't get any information, and you scared off my last source.
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[???]
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What do you mean by "shadow"?
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He was all set to start floating off on an info gathering hunt when that hit.
This could take getting used to...the ghost turns back around, and tries to determine how to word his answer.] ...Ahhhh...
...You know how during the war-or I guess now, god this is confusing-you know how you could turn people into cards..?
[Don't. Torch him.] Imagine if you had one single, unique card-one tied to you...and that duel monster was real.
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...So, what, an actual monster sealed into a card?
[He might not quite get what's being said here, but there's a pretty clear note in there of not really believing that concept anyway. Sealing into cards is one thing, actual monsters is another. When even Real Solid Vision was used for war, he'd rather not think about the potential there.]
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Aaaaaugh he holds his head.] No, that's pretty much the opposite-
Souls. It's your soul a shadow is your soul. It's a duel monster tied to your existence-that's why you can card someone, the stuff is there.
Where-and when-I'm from, you're more likely to see someone walking around with theirs, than none at all. And for most, a shadow represents them pretty well.
...Most at least.
[He frowns glancing to the side.] Mine's just an ass...
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Souls manifesting as monsters? You'd think something like that wouldn't be restricted by time. [Unless they need technology to manifest, but surely it wouldn't be too difficult to create something like that if souls can already be drawn out and sealed.] People keeping monsters with them constantly doesn't sound like a mark of peace to me, but it's your time, not mine.
[He squints a bit at the little murmur that ends that description, though.] Yours isn't Odd-Eyes Pendulum Dragon?
[...Yeah, he's still conflating shadows and ace monsters a bit here.]
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The only thing time restricts is when they started waking up; someone I know actually studies that stuff, it's happened a few times before!
...In ancient history though. It figures...but the exact things we drew the cards off of in modern day, were the things people knew about in the past! Pretty full circle huh?
Shadows manifest as a different kind of card though, [he adds, crossing his arms.] Like a field spell, and a monster at the same time; so it'd have to be a different card. For both of us, [He adds with a shrug.]
But hey hey now~ You know there was dueling for peace before don't you? Having living breathing soul monsters doesn't make that any less likely!!
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He gets distracted by the last comment though, and resists the temptation to roll his eyes even if it's hard to tell with the colour the bird's eyes are.]
I'm not saying it isn't, but Real Solid Vision was already abused to hurt and maim innocent civilians. I don't see how having actual monsters walking around with you would make that any less likely.
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[He seems rather content to explain this whole matter of shadow battling though.] Naturally anything can be abused as a weapon..! But there's two things working in favor here!
First; shadows have their own will. They won't blindly follow orders, and that includes one to attack. Second...
Even a child could have a god on their side; between the justice system in place by my point, and the general nature of things, it's if anything less violent than it was in your own day.
[He snorts, adding another mutter-] ...definitely better than someplace like Synchro...
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The shadows having will thing explains why Kashiwa seems so dissatisfied with his own, but his brow furrows a little at the mention of gods.]
Didn't you say these things are souls? How could someone have a god as their soul?
[And more importantly, how the hell would whatever "justice system" was in place work against something like that?
He has to concede that last point, though, with an almost amused huff.] If you were doing worse than Synchro, I wouldn't call that a successful rebuild.
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Those were shadows! I actually met the kid with Sekhmet, even!
[Anyway, he smirks.] Exactly!
Don't worry yourself over this alright, it'll turn out fine..! At the least, the most you'll be worrying about is average street crime.
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