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CARRD (WIP) | HEADCANONS ZEKROM | RESHIRAM | CHOSEN HERO independent kyurem roleplay blog. heavily headcanon based. est sept 2014. PST. written by xaeltyr.
but I was consumed
with this emptiness...
this selfishness...
this void to fill...
He hasn't heard from Heidi in a few days now... perhaps unsurprisingly, given their last conversation. But left on his workspace is a small, folded piece of sketchbook paper. Nothing is written on the outside; unfolding it, he'll discover a light seal. The light floats just above the surface of the paper, taking the shape of a small, six-petaled flower. (An apology, maybe?)
– — Kyurem wasn't worried.
Heidi wanted to leave, so he let her, he wasn't going to stop her. Why would he? She made it clear that she felt... trapped, being here alone, despite these lessons also being her choice — right?
In the beginning she had practically begged him to teach her, impressing him time and time again with her growth and passion and willingness to do good through her art. While there was a part of him that wanted to object, there was a greater part of him that wanted to oblige.
He wanted to know why he felt that way. He wanted to know if this was really Heidi's choice... or that Kyurem gave her no choice.
His daily routines haven't really changed, but the rest of the Chasm denizens definitely felt the effects. There was a noticeable chill in the air that cut through the lingering summer days. Patrols continued as normal, but it was odd how he seemingly checked certain treetops a little too frequently, certain cliff vantagepoints too closely — spots all the inhabitants knew were Heidi's favorites to perch on for inspiration whenever she visited.
But no, Kyurem wasn't worried.
And then he spots the folded piece of sketchbook paper.
It was nestled on the stack of notebooks and sketchpads at his workstation (that he also restlessly kept neat and tidy for her) so it stuck out like a sore thumb. He passes a quick glance at his absol companion, who quickly dismisses the thought with a slow shake of her head. No idea when it was left there, and even if there were potential witnesses, they likely wouldn't have said a word.
His heart races like no other. Was it a letter — of resignation, of goodbye? A blink, a deep breath, and he approaches to gingerly unfold the paper and reveal the light seal. As the small mote gently unfurls its petals into a flower, it completely catches the dragon in a trance of bewildering awe.
Something overwhelming swells within Kyurem and he freezes in place. A part of him wanted to crumple the paper in frustration, in anger at himself for being so harsh and inconsiderate and idiotic. But, again, a greater part of him instead reaches for a pen at the table and begins drawing, completing a decorative border at the bottom edges of the paper without a second thought. A preservation seal.
His hands are shaking. He stares at the flower for untold moments longer before he finally folds the paper back up and tucks it in the inner pocket of his coat — kept somewhere close, safe and sound, right above his heart.
...Kyurem was worried.
@balancebonded
woe, kyurem 6 character inspo meme be upon ye
Left Side: aka birb frens for the birb mun Gilbert Nightray (Pandora Hearts) Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney) Prometheus (Greek mythology, portrait via Hades II)
Right Side: aka mf final fantasy ass bullshit Hraesvelgr (FFXIV: Heavensward) Estinien Wyrmblood/Varlineau (FFXIV: Heavensward) Cloud Strife (FFVII: Advent Children)
– — "No, I don't take requests." With his guitar in hand he's absentmindedly strumming and tuning, strumming and tuning—either from the last incident, or maybe something else.
↑ stinky
Heidi stumbles back, caught wrong-footed as the fight breaks out. She's never faced a monster before. Even Remus' crushing blow does nothing to deter them; they continue to circle, teeth bared. (She has to get to the wreck! She has to find her dad!)
In a panic, she throws up her staff for a spell; a flash of scorching light erupts from her. "G-Get back!"
Heidi casts Lux on Direhound A & Direhound B! (-20 MP) [d10 + d10] 4 + 7 = 11! Direhound A & Direhound B take 22 damage! [High Roll + 15]
@brokenworldtrpg
The light burns away at the Direhounds' shadowy forms. When it fades, their bodies have already begun to dissipate like smoke.
Weak! Direhound A & Direhound B take 44 Damage! (x2) Direhound A & Direhound B are in Crisis!
It seems the fiends still have fight left in them, however! One of the fiendish wolves throws its head back and gives a bone-chilling howl. Perhaps it's trying to warn the rest of it its pack of the danger... or perhaps it's calling for help?
Direhound B uses Howl of Tragedy! [d8 + d6 + 1] 7 + 1 + 1 = 8! (targets magic defense) Remus is Shaken! Heidi resisted the effects! it's the heroes' turn! Remus, you're up! @kyuureimu
– — Remus grits his teeth through the pain, the sudden blinding light, the sharp ringing in his ears. None of that detracts him from his focus, however, and with a loud grunt he rushes forth once more into the fray.
He first targets the fiend that bit him, making quick work with a slashing flurry of his spear, and in the same motion he thrusts the spearhead straight toward the maw of the howling wolf to silence it once and for all.
→ Remus uses Bladestorm! Gain Multi (2) on Melee Attack! (-10MP) → Remus attacks with his heavy spear! (Physical, Melee) → Targets: Direhound A & Direhound B! [d8 + d10 + 1] 7 + 6 + 1 = 14!
@brokenworldtrpg
"...It doesn't feel right," Heidi concludes, after several minutes of restlessly tapping pencil to paper in stead of the practice exercise Kyurem had given her. "Being the only person learning this. It feels... wrong. I dunno. Like... I can't be the only one who *should* be learning this." (@balancebonded)
– — "'Should'?"
Kyurem immediately frowns, brow furrowing. Normally he is a lot more patient with Heidi, understanding well that words don't come easy to her, and harder still to share them aloud. But this time, for whatever reason, her words almost strikes a nerve, and in response his words flow out of him like a leak in a dam.
"This isn't a matter of 'should,' Heidi, it's would. Since the beginning I have overseen all the discoveries and teachings of the art, and every melosir had to be vetted through me before they could be considered masters of their craft. You have seen first hand of all the good that it is capable of, but you have only scratched the surface of the dangers it possesses in the wrong hands."
"I haven't taught anyone in well over two thousand years. The art of sealing was once my gift to humanity, and in those two thousand years I intended to let it all be buried and die along with me."
The dragon finally catches his breath and turns away, face more unreadable than ever. He folds his arms over his chest, and before silence overtakes them—and before Heidi could interject, Kyurem continues.
"...I teach you because you asked. Perhaps because you already developed a knack and a growing passion for it, perhaps because I don't want to see you blow yourself up trying to learn on your own. I just..."
"...I want to trust you. To prove me wrong." That this gift of the gods wasn't a mistake after all.
@balancebonded
my roomie sent this to me and I'm crying laughing
– — The world spun as the dragoon finally stirred awake, pulling himself up by the spear from the patch of snow he found himself in (surely created in the wake of the airship crashing, but strangely it felt like it had cushioned his fall). His entire body throbbed as he gazed at the destruction all around him, struggling to process everything that led up to it. Was it all just a dream...?
With a painful reminder, Remus looked down at his still clutched hand, unfurling to reveal that peculiar grey stone that he all but ripped from the heart of the Silverwind. He snaps back to attention, however, when he hears shouting cries in the distance—very clearly not from a monster. He swivels around immediately and draws his spear, stashing the artifact away as it strangely melds and disappears into his armor without his notice.
"Halt! Don't come any closer!" What was a child doing out here!? "This area is too dangerous!"
Dangerous indeed! Eerie howls echo from within the woods. The crash, and the death that came with it, has already attracted monsters. Two wolves, with ghastly purple fur and tails tipped with unearthly flame appear from the shadows, drawn to the scent of fear and despair.
2x Dreadhounds appear! Initiative: 9! Heidi rolled initiative as a helper! [d10 + d6 - 2] 4 + 1 - 2 = 3! Heidi gains 1 Fabula Point for a Fumble! Remus rollled initiative as the leader! [2d8 - 2] 8 + 3 - 2 = 9!
Though dazed, Remus' training doesn't fail him. Honed instincts from years of serving the Knights of the Silvervale give him the upper hand.
The heroes get the first move! Remus, you're up! / @kyuureimu
– — Shit! Like a spark to flame, adrenaline roils through his body and melts away the haze clouding his thoughts. With a quick flourish of his spear, Remus is spring loaded and launches toward his new adversaries at a breakneck speed.
In the blink of an eye the dragoon stops just short of the two wolves, ensuring he is placed between them and the girl. Using the momentum of his lunge and the weight of his spearhead, Remus winds up to rake at the monsters with the hooked end of his spear in a giant arcing sweep, aiming to cripple them while he has the advantage.
→ Remus uses Bladestorm! Gain Multi (2) on Melee Attack! (-10 MP) → Remus prepares Bone Crusher! Inflicts WEAK on hit! (No damage) → Remus attacks with his heavy spear! (Physical, Melee) → Targets: Dreadhound A & Dreadhound B! → Accuracy check: [d8 + d10 + 1] 2 + 10 + 1 = 13!
@brokenworldtrpg
Sir Remulus "Remus" Vallineau, the Lost Silver Dragoon (Theme: Doubt | Origin: Bastion Harmonia)
SESSION THREAD: fated meetings (w/ @kyuureimu)
"Dad! Dad!"
The Silverwind's crash carved a path of destruction through the forest—easy to follow, but difficult to traverse. Branches crushed and splintered by the airships descent littered the way... Not that Heidi would let that stop her.
Her father had to be alive. He had to! If he was caught in the wreckage, then maybe she could use her magic to save him, help get him out in one piece—just so long as he was still alive!
(Such a crash was bound to draw the attention of something out in the woods, though. And Heidi's shouting hardly helped matters. It was a wonder every monster for miles around hadn't already descended on her.)
– — The world spun as the dragoon finally stirred awake, pulling himself up by the spear from the patch of snow he found himself in (surely created in the wake of the airship crashing, but strangely it felt like it had cushioned his fall). His entire body throbbed as he gazed at the destruction all around him, struggling to process everything that led up to it. Was it all just a dream...?
With a painful reminder, Remus looked down at his still clutched hand, unfurling to reveal that peculiar grey stone that he all but ripped from the heart of the Silverwind. He snaps back to attention, however, when he hears shouting cries in the distance—very clearly not from a monster. He swivels around immediately and draws his spear, stashing the artifact away as it strangely melds and disappears into his armor without his notice.
"Halt! Don't come any closer!" What was a child doing out here!? "This area is too dangerous!"
Her? Well, that was more than she had known before. Heidi drums her fingers against the tome. How to explain? Heidi scans over the passage, searching for a particular word...
"I noticed it was the only handwriting that was all throughout the book. It's... pretty distinct, so it wasn't that hard to recognize. But I thought it was odd, because there aren't a lot of additions in the rest of the book. Just hers."
There.
"This word here. This means Kyurem, right?" Indeed it did. Benga had pointed out Reshiram and Zekrom's names to her from her notes; those appeared all over these pages, in both scripts. But one passage, just one, mentioned a third name. "That's... the only time it shows up in the whole book."
That was the passage that helped her begin putting the pieces together. There was a third dragon, somewhere. She followed the notes to Dragonspiral, to Opelucid... eventually, to the Chasm.
"It feels like... like she was trying really hard to protect them from something. Reshiram and Zekrom, I mean. She uses their names a lot. And she went to a lot of effort to hide that master seal thing. And the other person writing here... Whoever designed it..." Heidi frowns. That writing is... frantic. Messy. It's not at all like the other text in the book, not the carefully composed diagrams and instructions spelled out in previous pages.
"I don't know, exactly. It just... it gives me bad vibes, I guess."
– — Astute as ever. He listens quietly to her explanation, nonreactive at first as the gears slowly turned in his head, before nodding. Kyurem straightens up to peer at the passage in question, re-reading its contents after many long centuries. Recalling all of this, even knowing what he does now, still makes his stomach churn... and his blood boil.
So be it then.
"And you are correct to feel that way. She was on the verge of discovering a sinister plot that, if brought to light, would have upended everything that this man, the king," and he taps a finger at that frantic, messy writing, venom lacing his words at the mere mention of him, "spent many years carefully sowing the seeds for. The reaping began with Reshiram and Zekrom, and everything she did was to try and save them from the punishing fate that was unfairly dealt them."
He takes a deep breath and draws his hand back to the edge of the desk, as if to ground himself.
"...Her name was Lucia Devine—daughter of the Hero of Ideals, chosen heir of Zekrom—but history might best remember her as Queen Lucia Harmonia." He huffs, mostly to himself. (Oh the daggers she would have slew at him if he continued to only refer to her as her father's daughter.) "Not that I would know much about the details, personally. I was... well out of the picture by then. I only know of what she told me herself."
There was a certain intensity in Kyurem's eyes, an unblinking golden glow, yet ever unreadable.
He finally looks at Heidi, studying her, gauging her.
"I last remembered Lucia as a scrappy young child, from the days before. So imagine my surprise when, several years later, she braved through these very same forests—knowing well of the legends of a vicious monster that lurked below the caverns—hoping to find the lost third dragon. Clutching that very same tome, with the then-king's eyes targeted on her back."
@kyuureimu // bro it's been 2,500 years
It would have been more surprising if he hadn't known. It probably would have been more surprising if he gave her a straight answer, too. Kyurem wasn't fond of talking about the past, that much was evident. But even still...
"...I'd like to know, eventually." Considering whomever had written those passages had probably saved her life in doing so. The one who led her to finding Kyurem at all. "I've just been wondering for a while is all."
– — "I understand. I just..." Refused to acknowledge it, even though it was equally lingering in his mind as well. Despite the clear language barrier, the ever-present danger she was in, she was still capable of deciphering enough clues (and perhaps with a little bit of help from Gundam) to get anywhere near as far as she did. She had every right to know.
"...You remind me a lot of her, you know. It's almost too uncanny." The deja vu Kyurem experienced the night Heidi first appeared in the Chasm was sickening. He shakes his head. "What is it about those passages that stuck out to you the most, then?" A test.
While flipping through the seal book, Heidi points to a passage—a hasty addition to someone else's notes found throughout the book. This one says something about Kyurem, and the master seal. "I've been wondering... do you know anything about the person who wrote these parts?"
(talk abt Lucia, kyurem. do it.)
– — Kyurem doesn't need to look up from his workbench. He knows exactly what passage she was referring to. He knew so long as she remained under his tutelage, the question was only inevitable. His already tense hands ball up into tight fists on the tabletop, knuckles turning white before relaxing with a heavy sigh. He adamantly looks far and away from the book, away from her eyes.
"I do." The answer was almost automatic, but even then... "It's—It's a long story, Heidi. I don't know if..." If he was quite prepared to talk about this yet.
@balancebonded
No one:
Some genius virtuoso in Lacunosa probably:
– — Kyurem had some free time in between their little abroad trip, so he opted to pull out the guitar he brought along and practice some chords. (A luthier back at home insisted, and he was intending to bring an instrument to relax with regardless. Who was he to say no?)
A few strums in and, for whatever reason, he constantly had to retune a string. A couple of attempts later and—
PLINK!
"...Ah." The offending string snapped. Just his luck.
i may have fucked around and made Decisions (bought a guitar)
