#ki-pulse

[eclecticlysm]

-- @hemoproteins-au, guest starring @ki-pulse

   Sakamoto Ryoma has been kicked by a horse before. It'd been a warning shot, a reminder the big, black beast could cave in his ribs if he got any closer. It tagged him in the hip instead, leaving him with a massive bruise that lasted two weeks, a limp, and intense gratitude to the good chunk of the eight million gods watching out for him that day it hadn't hit him a few inches to the left.

   This feels like a full body horse kick. His head is a dead weight behind his aching teeth. The floor swims against his cheek. He pants for air, sopping wet clothes squelching as he wrenches himself to hands and knees. When the world feels solid, he opens his eyes.

   He doesn't have words to describe what he sees. Lots of metal. Little flickering lights, but no fire. People in white coats. They're staring at him.

   One of them he recognizes. He'd know those blue eyes anywhere.

   Sakamoto tries to stand, winces, settles for raising his head. "William?"

[hearthtales]

༄ @ki-pulse // continued

Golden light glowed beyond the velvety darkness of her eyelids. The sun, maybe? Cassie, still trying to look like a dead body on the road, tried not to peek, but curiosity overwhelmed her in the end.

She opened her eyes a crack and saw the beautiful, bizarre creature who looked down at her. Her eyes shot fully open at this, wide with awe and surprise. “Oh,” she breathed. “What are…? Oh, are you, uh… God?” Maybe she was finally being punished for all her nonsense. That would make sense, really.

The rumbling motorcycle drew closer… and slowed to a stop. Cassie’s surprise soured to disappointment before she even glanced to see the rider. The strange maybe-God left her focus altogether for the moment.

Cassie groaned, less like a zombie and more like a teenager forced out of bed too early, and pressed the back of one hand over her eyes. “Oh, I’m fine. Peachy.” A drawl of pure sarcasm. “But you were s’posed to be terrified. You were s’posed to veer off the road and crash into a tree and die and stuff.” She looked the man’s direction only to shoo him away before resuming her dead body act (eyes closed, hands on her stomach, motionless aside from her last words). “Ride away and come back. Try again.”

[med1c1nal]

@ki-pulse  submitted:  "Don't fucking touch me." (half-fae!William)     »     prompts to initiate conflict     »     direct all inquiries for the good doctor here. 

          “There’s no need to be hostile.”          His voice is vacant and patient. He knows it’s falling on deaf ears anyway.

Hyuntae eyes the thing in front of him, snapping on a pair of gloves. Its build is far stronger than his own; subduing it is going to be a challenge, and wrangling it underground is going to be even more difficult—but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it. 

          “I only want to do a brief examination. I believe that’s a fair enough exchange for trespassing onto my property. You aren’t human, are you?” 

[hemoproteins-au]

"Kurou, what happened here?"

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Kurou groans at the question, throwing a glare in William’s direction. Surely, the dissipating feather-blades and receding Dark Realm is enough for even the former pirate to figure it out?

His back hurts. Not many figure out that his wings are rather delicate, but those that do often abuse that, to his irritation. The Hino-Enma in the abandoned parking garage was among those, though he’s sure it was a lucky guess. Maybe. Regardless, he hurts and it’s hard for him to stand. Thankfully, the undershirt survived his shift, and he stumbles over to where he had stashed his sword case and jacket. Yanks it on with a huff and leans down to grab the case, hissing at that agitating his wounds.

“Took care of an incredibly stubborn Hino-Enma,” he grumbles. “We can discuss more over food. I missed dinner for this.”

[escapedartgeek]

@ki-pulse

[x]

Zora takes a few breaths, they had thought that he would have been dead. They had seen him die in front of their eyes. They had seen it. Although, Zora had also enough people come back from the dead that.. maybe, maybe they shouldn't have been too surprised to see him again.

Consequences of having lived an extraordinary existence. Consequences of being fundamentally peculiar themself in many ways.

Still.

They aren't entirely sure.

They blink and they take another look at William.

"Oh. Okay. I guess that.. would contribute to the whole you being around for as long as you have been thing."

[escapedartgeek]

❤️

"I do appreciate your company and find you to be very skilled. I think the information, your stories and your experiences shouldn't be taken for granted as often as they might be."

[archaeval]

( Happy birthday! :D )

ooc. Thank youuuu! Sharing my ice cream with you! <33

[hemoproteins-au]

[Continued from here.]

Dark eyes soften at his answer and subsequent questions. Ember looks away, a knuckle to their lip as they pick through what they know.

“Kurou is… an odd case… We think him remaining alive after the Realms were properly separated again in the wake of the Dark Dragon’s corpse appearing was due to the Sohayamaru’s influences. The damned blade has a bit of a will of its own, it seems.” They go quiet for several moments, thinking over William’s second question.

“I… cannot answer with any certainty on that… I doubt most can return outside of odd circumstances like the past couple of decades… but I admittedly know precious little about how the dead’s Realm functions. I…” shoulders slump, arms folding to cross as they bow under the weight of their own disappointment. “I’m sorry. I do not know. All I can do is assure you that I can help if such a situation comes to pass.” Despite the curve of their back, a deep determination settles into their words, quiet, but very much there.