#kazeofthemagun

[sweet-chimera]

SHE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE HERE BTW

"In case you were wondering, their last moments were spent in futility and terror."

// x

[kazeofthemagun]

XVI THE TOWER, DESTRUCTION AND UPHEAVAL. Living gun, mage, beast and everything inbetween. Study of: the end justifying the means, divinity in machinery, eldritch madness, generational curses, a weapon struggling to be a good person.

Canon-adherent and headcanon heavy Kuroki Kaze/Black Wind "The Hunter of Chaos" of Final Fantasy Unlimited cherished by Quen. Est. July 2020. Indie, semi-selective, crossover / OC friendly, medium activity, para-novella, mun 22+. Additional info in pinned and rules. The Soil Charge Triad to use on you has been decided! (`･ω▼)9m

[auricbound]

@kazeofthemagun | and so, it begins.

he doesn't know... what to think about this place. it's not living, not dead - things seem to be "alive," but he knows better than that. things cannot be alive in the way he's familiar with without aether flowing through it, and the land is BARREN of the substance where the plants, animals, and AIR should have it in that wide breadth he's used to. in his head, he's calling it "purgatory." not quite truth, not quite human, either - he knew the expanse of worlds beyond his own was a very real possibility before being scattered into the fabric of existence, but something about this is DIFFERENT. he's wandered for far too long, and he seems to still be going NOWHERE - the world isn't cyclical, isn't RIGHT. even when he crosses over to different lands, it's all the same twisted web, all the same broken pieces. minutes, hours, days, weeks, months - it's hard to tell anymore. time doesn't WORK right, not here - though it's not like ANYTHING works right here to begin with. his "body" shouldn't even exist, and yet it does; all he can do is walk, all he can do is LEARN. such is the nature of a being that created truth. his wandering has lead to him falling into that survivalist state from years past. he's not human anymore, but his memories, his sense of self? those have all become eternal, etched into his very spirit as he keeps his hood up over his head in order to keep himself at least moderately obscured. that's the problem with being what he is - he glows, and it's obnoxious to an extent. especially when he doesn't know what's an ally and what's an enemy.

it is also in that very same sense of PARANOIA that he hides himself - even though the sense is dulled, even though the living beings he finds here don't have the aether that is characteristic of LIFE, they still have SOMETHING there that he can pick up on. there's something - SOMEONE - near him, and he's not exactly sure how to "map out" the surroundings and the body short of staring it down. so he hides. he hides, all so that betzalel - chaos, his family - won't cry out of torment again, just as they did when he first woke up, separated from his moon, scattered to the winds of time and space. he hides so that the worried fragment of the rebis sitting within his heart may LIVE. don't be found. don't be found. don't be found. you can't risk it, lairus. don't breathe, be still, be SILENT. his breaths fall still - so still, in fact, that if he wasn't "dead" already, he would surely suffocate. he hasn't felt this kind of CORNERING since he heard her voice in a faint whisper when he woke - if she spread her reach, he's a dead man if he's found. so he stays still, stays obscured behind the landscape - and he prays that whatever is there isn't capable of sensing him the way SHE does. don't get found. it's so hard when his heart - the culmination of his entire LIFE - seems to be beating so loud it breaches SKIN.

[symphonicsoul]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. This place is a variable maze and he can't say he cares for it. It's size pales in comparison to the palace however and he is sure he'll learn the lay of the land quickly with how fast he took to the palace from all the time he spent chasing after the prince. The Comodeen he called it ...

He's safe. That's what he needs to focus on now. The prince was alive and he was safe. Currently he was tucked away in Sielu's arms and he honestly believes it's better for the both of them with the way they were acting in the forest. But - but Pilvi's changed. The way he took that beast down without hesitation when it wouldn't so much as flinch after inhaling his own mist. His toxins hadn't worked on it, yet Pilvi took it down with little to no effort.

Here he was still with his own fair share of injures from the encounter - it was made plain to him then that his charge was hardly in the need of a protector which left him wondering what his position to the prince- no to his King should even be now. Pilvi was hardly the boy he knew. His body might not have grown but his spirit certainly did. He became the King he always knew he could be without him even being there to watch.

The knight is shifting as he slowly makes his way through these halls until finally he stops, a ruby pink gaze settling on the form of a man with hair like fire and as black as Lord Bahamut himself. He had to be The Dragon Lord's vessel. There was no other man he could see being the Champion of the Windarians.

This was the man that Valkoinen had sought refuge with because whatever else was out there in this backwards world known as Wonderland was far scarier than him. Something that shook his Liege to his core and he - he needed to know more. As much as anyone would tell him. He needed to know the true bearings of the situation so he could properly assess how he would best serve Pilvi.

This was the best place he could think to start.

"Svaardzjetrorahm." He sounds in a tone naturally much deeper than the Cloud's. He floats across the way to where the man is setting, stopping just before him without his feet ever touching the ground. "If you have a spare moment, I would like to have a word with you about My Liege."

||| @kazeofthemagun , Revon would like a word.

[musesofthesun]

Examine! + Yui + Wonderland (ik it is a place but. I am curious how she sees it) 👀

examine an item/person... = accepting! / @kazeofthemagun

the landscape is foreign. it doesn't make sense. splices of things here and there, mish-mashed... it's like minecraft biomes. it can be pretty. it can be ugly. there's people. as long as there's people... she won't wither away. not with all this toil. there's monsters, if she had to hazard a guess.

it's a weird world. it makes her homesick. yui's here to find her counterpart, though,

and nothing this world can throw at her short of death will stop her.

[sins-of-the-sea]

“But what if I don’t like pretzels?!”

[lil-kissy]

@kazeofthemagun and I came to the conclusion Kaze is just a big brooding hen.

The cloak is really to hide all the kids he's protecting

[hawksightsarc]

“... I think I’m going to make some ginger tea. No one should have to eat that.”