#kururugishine

[chxmpionofearth]

his eyes opened with a start, a sharp inhale leaving him followed by series of coughs that echoed in the quiet of that subspace hidden beneath the command centre. chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly, mamoru chiba glanced around. wide eyed, pupils dilated in that shock.

...he was, awake?

his fingers twitched, and he stumbled, coughing still, but pushed himself. legs weak, he gripped onto the side of the ‘bed’ he had been laid on for all these.... how long had it been? months? he nearly collapsed, but as it was wont to do, his healing factor was already kicking into overdrive.

his head ached something awful. mamoru breathed out, glanced towards those stairs. not a few minutes ago, another man had been there. he had come here, seeking solace, and had told mamoru so very many things. yes, he remembered. despite not being physically conscious, he could recall everything these long months. mamoru’s gaze dimmed, head hurting worse.

he breathed in, then out. straightened his posture, stumbled only slightly as he began to make his exit.

[yasashihanyou]

@kururugi-shine​

“shishō! shishō! shishō!” sora called out happily once he saw the masked man; his amber coloured eyes were positively sparkling. he bounded over towards utsugi as though a puppy that hadn’t seen it’s friend in ages; left arm extended and waving frantically, long red hair flowing freely in that wind despite being tied up into a ponytail.

“shishō!” once sora reached him, all grins, he straightened his posture and then bowed deeply towards the shorter male, “it has been so long! how are you!? well? ahh, are you hungry? let me make you some food!”

[absolutionlacuna]

[ THE PAST LIKE DARKNESS, GROWS. ]

Michiru jerked, turning around to face the other. He hadn’t heard them from so close. He’d just wanted a moment alone, and then he wasn’t.

“Who-? Who are you?” Michiru wondered, taking a defensive stance. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, I’m here to help you. Or are you not in the business of listening?” Kazama smiled, but his words were smooth, the way he smiled, it seemed to be just the right amount of understanding mixed with curiosity. Kazama glanced back down to his nails, “Think of me, as your wish. Or perhaps, guide may be a better word for it! Yes. You’re feeling lost, aren’t you? Hmm, well. Did what I say, interest you~?”

[chxmpionofjustice]

@archeracrosstime, @redratrobed, @kururugi-shine​

[araneidanscarring]

@kururugi-shine

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒." he glanced over and stared across at the shorter black haired male. A smile thinly rose, yet gently, against Naraku’s expression. He raised a hand, palm upwards some, "𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒: 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒."

[barbaricdragon-archived]

@kururugi-shine​ sent injury starter; “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” 

Cracked segments of skeletal grey long bone jutted out morbidly from the blood soaked gash in his muscular arm. When Bankotsu had defensively fallen backwards, he had reflexively attempted to brace his weight on his elbows and palms, unconsciously negligent of his lacerated bronze flesh and consequently had carelessly disfigured the natural framework of his limbs. Although his specter form was maintained by the Shikon Jewel shards, he was not a yokai, and did not possess the latent potential to gain instantaneous recovery from the jewel’s augmentation. Though he was well aware that his corpse-like body was far from invulnerable, it did possess magnified vitality and would gradually recover from the most ghastly injuries at an accelerated pace, with little or even no attention from a medical expert.

Despite everything, fighting with only one functional arm was many times more onerous than having two; especially when taming a wild beast as massive as his Banryu. Although he was trained to be flexible in battle and was moderately proficient in his one handed handling of his prized companion, Bankotsu was not sure if moderately proficient would be sufficient in a battle with his current opponent’s powerful skillset. “You are taunting me, Michiru.” Bankotsu scowled and raised his gruesome mutilated arm, “I don’t need your pity. Fight me with everything you have.” Retreat in this situation not an option, it was shameful and cowardly--like his father.

[desallalong]

SCENE UPDATE

Thanks to DES’ INFLUENCE: RAIN WILL BEGIN TO FALL IN TOKYO & IT’S SURROUDING WARDS. This rain will NEVER STOP & seemingly keeps on for days, though it’s amount and intensity varies. STRANGELY, it’s never enough to flood out any areas, as though the water vanishes as soon as it touches the ground, but NORMAL PEOPLE CANNOT PERCIEVE THIS as to them it simply looks like it’s raining a lot & the government just has good flood-prevention in place.

[ncthinglostnothingained]

@kururugi-shine​

“Ah. You must be Utsugi.”