| 004 |
[May. 4th, 2012|01:44 am] |
[Accidental video]
[The journal starts recording Kurogane and Fay as they're walking, both quiet, a little moody - their thoughts elsewhere. A lot's happened recently, after all.]
[And then Kurogane stops abruptly as he's caught by some mistletoe.] -- the hell?
[They both look up, spot the mistletoe, and Kurogane mutters something vaguely like 'remember this crap'] [Then, a moment later, it's clear to see that they both realize what they have to do to get out, via Kiseki's strange magical thought thing. There's a quiet "oh" from Fay.]
[...]
[Then without hesitation, the two move closer, leaning in to kiss each other just as the journal recording times out.] |
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| 003 |
[Mar. 4th, 2012|11:51 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ah fuck, armless kuro ftw, back to business, damn it all, disapproves of this fuckery, fucking arm, grumpy ninja is grumpy, hmph, kuro's mun is so tl;dr, ooooh the massive tl;dr, so manry, someone needs a sword, the most talkative dude ever, training | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
[Accidental video]
[Starts recording in time to watch Kurogane send out one of his attacks. The force of the wind knocks back the kimono he was wearing off one shoulder, revealing the scars along his shoulder where it abruptly ends and an arm should have been. For a brief moment, too, there are visible scars curling out from the side of his body covered by the kimono, as well as his back.]
[He isn't using his typical sword, though. And once the attack clears, the sword disintegrates down to the hilt.]
Tch.
[He tosses it away, frowning. He got his money's worth. He can't afford a decent sword atm. Hand free, though, he can pull his kimono back up over his shoulder. He cringes a bit, though, as he does so. He trained too hard. And ever since he's arrived here in December, he's been dealing with phantom pain. It's kicking up again.]
... Damn it.
[Knows he has to stop for today. But it's frustrating, and he looks frustrated, as he turns away from the place he was training. He knows that blindly seeking power won't do him any good, but feeling so defenseless and powerless in this place is bad enough, and only made worse by his lack of a proper weapon and the slow process of learning to fight without an arm.]
[As he starts to walk off, he grasps at the spot just below his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of the kimono sleeve. He looks deep in thought for a moment, but that's when he notices the journal.]
What the hell? [... ... ... >B(] Don't record crap like this. |
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| 002 |
[Jan. 5th, 2012|07:38 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ah fuck, armless kuro ftw, back to business, damn it all, disapproves of this fuckery, fucking arm, hahaue, i do not approve, my stupid family, my suspicion let me show you it, no u, ooooh the massive tl;dr, someone needs a sword, the hunting event, the masquerade event, these wounds they will not heal, this world still sucks, where the fuck am i | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
[Audio]
[Since writing and holding the journal is kind of out of the question for this one-armed wonder:] Tch. This place... Not so much of a hunt as it is a way to toy with us. Just having us wandering around.
[Softer, something he didn't intend for the journal to pick up:] Damn it. This is messed up.
[Feeling kind of self-conscious since he didn't get a chance to find a sword in Kiseki yet, and now he's stuck on a random island with a bunch of stupid looking animals.]
[There's the sound of shuffling as he stoops to pick up some rocks, slipping his journal into his pocket. They'll have to do for now, if he encounters trouble. Note to self: get a fucking sword soon.]
Hey. These journals work, right? Say something. [Famiree (and Tomoyo), you better be okay.]
[As he's walking, though, the audio switches to accidental video without Kuro being aware] ( [Cut for length of video] )
[[This is backdated to about twenty-four hours after everyone is transported to the islands, so the morning (since it's after midnight) of the 2nd.
Also, Kuro's replies will have a delayed response to when Kuro's egg, and therefore his ghost, disappears to a different part of the island for the night.]] |
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| 001 |
[Dec. 11th, 2011|06:51 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ah fuck, armless kuro ftw, arrival, fay, fucking arm, grumpy ninja is grumpy, hmph, i do not approve, mokona, my family lol, my suspicion let me show you it, no u, sakura, syaoran, these wounds they will not heal, this world still sucks, where the fuck am i | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
[Upon arriving, he is immediately transferred to the hospital – he’s already been bandaged back in his home country, but he’s still weak and not conscious upon his arrival.]
[When he does awaken, there’s an accidental video to greet him. He awakens with a start and looks around wildly, searching out everyone else. But before he can even open his mouth to figure out wtf is going on, he is bombarded by the Kiseki nurses who give him the typical spiel of welcome to Miracle Country! and Write something, write something!. And as they speak, he looks confused – not the typical ‘wtf’ confused, but the confusion of trying to remember something important and just missing it.]
What—
[He listens to them going on and finally he growls out:]
I’m doing it. Go away.
[He sits up, looking frustrated, there’s also a touch of pain to his face – and it’s clear to see that this Kurogane has only one arm and is heavily bandaged, and looking a bit woozy from blood loss. He manages to open his journal and begin writing, and the video ends.] [Text:]
You three out there? [The kid and princess are probably together, because he wouldn’t ever let go of her. But he is unsure about what happened and if everybody is okay. And he is worried.]
If you’re out there and can read this, answer me. Or tell me where you are. I woke up here in some kind of hospital with these damn women. There’s no damn point in writing if I’ve already left the damn egg building. But like hell they listen.
[… Adds this in, feeling dumb for doing so:] I’m alright.
We need to regroup. I don’t know how long I was out for.
[Here he hesitates, wondering if he should say something more. But he remembers that it isn’t just those three who will be able to read this.]
I don’t know how long it’s been for you.
[Satisfied with that, he closes the journal. Then there’s an accidental audio] This place can’t be serious.
Hn. |
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contemplative