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Gotta write Vector a bio but starter call for Vector while I do that!
the-evolving-falcon
Knowing exactly what the ’modest present’ he’d received before his battle against the Fusion spy signified, what Shun thought in immediate reaction wasn’t hard to summarize: That Akaba could take his so-called 'concerns’ and shove them up his ass.
He was just about to point out how hypocritical and uncalled for his 'assessment’ was when he was handed a document and it was clear Akaba had no intention to stop running his mouth anytime soon.
With every word to pass his lips, Shun’s expression darkened, bile rising in his throat at the sheer disgust he felt, and by the time Akaba finally closed his mouth for good, his hands had balled into white-knuckled fists. He had spent years on the battlefield, wrestling victories from the enemy’s grip in a losing war one by one, none of which would’ve even been remotely possible, had he not mastered the ability to keep his body from failing no matter what. And Akaba had the nerve to paint him as a liability and practically claim ownership over him?!
Had his anger been in control of his actions, he would’ve lashed out, driven his fist into Akaba’s gut and gloated at the sight of the contents of his stomach spilling all over his oh-so pristine attire. However, Kurosaki Shun was anything but an instinct-driven animal, and no matter how it flared and rampaged within him, it was Shun who had honed and sharpened it into the deadliest of weapon, one he’d never lose his grip on.
Slowly, he rose from his chair, his movements those of a hunter as he circled the table and stepped behind Akaba’s chair.
“What about you, Akaba? Are your reflexes sharp enough? Do you have enough stamina to last through battles outside your comfort zone? Your body is toned, sure. But did you build up those muscles for that sake alone or can you actually fight and survive with them? Don’t even bother trying to distract from the fact that it’s your skills that aren’t up to par for a war.”
He’d defeated enough of Akaba’s lackeys to know how pathetically low his standards were, that he was too sheltered to know that a war couldn’t be won with pretty theories alone when at times, only a single additional factor was enough to render them useless in their entirety.
Leaning forward and taking a firm hold of Akaba’s shoulders, he hissed, enunciating each and every syllable, “I never agreed to become your subordinate, Akaba. You don’t order me around. You don’t decide on my behalf. And most importantly, you don’t treat me as your property. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
"Treating you as property?” Reiji frowns, refusing to be intimidated by Kurosaki’s hold on his shoulders. They’re surrounded by guards after all, Kurosaki couldn’t get far. “That’s not what this is, Kurosaki Shun. This is the proper response to someone who’s been unable to take proper care of their body for a long stretch of time. Would you erase what happened and say that it was nothing? All those battles you speak of?”
To Reiji, these are more or less the same, but if he has to pretty it up to get Shun to do what he wants, he’ll do it. It’s not the first time he’s had to do that, soothe egos for the best interest of all their worlds. “You can work with the doctor to plan your own regimen if you want to, but I thought you would rather not bother with it.”
Reiji thinks, frankly, that Kurosaki’s attitude is insulting, even if he does make a point about the preparedness of Standard for an out-and-out war, but there’s only so much he can do about it so quickly. He makes a mental note to begin Kurosaki on team training with the other potential Lancers. Perhaps he’ll eventually make a friend or two, which would be good for morale and getting Kurosaki to stop protesting so hard. Reiji isn’t comfortable having so little to leverage with him. He does admit that Kurosaki is right when he says he has almost nothing left.
dueltorn
such taunts would ensue pain& suffering, endless misery, yet, he still continues, harps & agitates & worms his way under flesh like all humans, parasites, do. had he not learned his lesson? seeing firsthand, all his allies slaughtered, save a few zarc’s parts were fond of.
kaito had been crushed slowly underfoot & shingo, though having grown on yuuya for a time, had his throat painlessly slit. shun had vainly tried to protect sayaka & allen, who were tucked away in the king’s castle, virtually safe, & zarc had accidentally played too rough with him, breaking the poor bird’s neck. or at least, his collarbone. healers were currently inspecting him for life. sora may have been hiding, but losing a limb wouldn’t get him very far. as for the others, he couldn’t remember much of the rest.
had reiji truly not cared for them, or was mourning simply not an option for him? what could a transparent facade possibly serve him with now?
the dragon’s smirk returns & gold eyes swirl with a mix of purple & red. black & grey & violet power crackles at his clawed fingertips, static & dangerous, just like dark rebellion’s powerful thunder.
“if you insist akaba. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will.” zarc croons, running a velvety tongue over the sharp shapes of his fangs.
Reiji attaches his disk and draws his first hand, ignoring the other’s intimidating tactics. “I’ll take the first turn.” He scans over his cards, it’s hardly a turn-around hand, and with the other’s powerful dragons... things are looking grim.
He’s watched plenty of people die up until now, most at the Supreme King’s hands. Reiji refuses to let it get to him, if he just gives up and mourns, he won’t be able to fight anymore. There are things he has worth protecting. He plays his first few cards, setting up his contract cards. It’s risky, but he’ll have to play high risk high reward cards if he wants to defeat such a powerful enemy. Reiji may mock the king, but he won’t underestimate him a second time. It was his mistakes that had lead to this situation.
“I end my turn,” he says, adjusting his glasses. That should hold things for now. “Go ahead, take your time.” Another smug smile.
Despite his smile, Reiji looks exhausted. There’s a bandage on his face from shrapnel, and his clothes are covered in dirt. He looks like an Xyz rebel from years ago. He looks pathetic. Reiji bites down a cough that’s been settling in his chest for about a week, likely pneumonia from ashes he’s breathed in. He won’t let it get to him, he chants.
Starter call for Yuto^^
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“Huh? But there isn’t any oil on ‘em, Rin! I made sure to wipe ‘em both off before I even came in here,” he’d protest, even if his argument was a lie. Thankfully, Rin wasn’t too set on nagging him today as she steered their conversation away from that topic quick.
“Alright, now that’s more my speed! You gonna ride shotgun or what, Rin? ‘Cause it feels like its been forever since we’ve been out on the road together!”
“Yeah, I’ll ride shotgun. It’s been a while since I’ve been out on our baby,” she replied, grinning. This bike was both of their pride and joy, after all.
“Let’s go out on the new motorway they just installed past 43rd and 11th,” there was a gleam of mischief in her eye. “They say it’s straight enough you can easily get up over 100.”
I’ll never give up, I’ll never give in Til I’m bloody and bruised Til I’ve broken my bones Til I won’t be abused (Til I’m laughing alone)
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“And at the last stand of the day, we lost more than we saved,” he’s singing softly to himself as he fills out forms for himself.
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“That I gathered.” Yugi stated rather simply towards the other. Something felt off. “Alright. To where?”
A pause. He didn’t know too many places in Standard, and he seemed to have strayed pretty far. “To the LDS tower,” he said simply. He could navigate his way back to the meeting point from there.
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“And I thought my hair style was bizarre. I get the feeling, you’re not from around here.” Yugi simply stated in response to spotting the youngster. He was curious and suspicious.
Yuto immediately tensed upon being spotted. Who on earth was this guy? Still, he did need help, he didn’t recognize this part of Standard.
“...I’m a traveler,” not strictly a lie, “I need directions.”
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He turns around in the hallways when he catches something out of the corner of his eye, “Kurosaki. What are you doing out of bed? It’s 3 AM and my doctors specifically told you to get more sleep.”
Reiji’s fingers tap impatiently against his hip. “Were you anyone else, I would think you were intentionally trying to inhibit the war effort.”
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“Yugo, don’t wear your shoes inside the building, it’s gross. There’s motor oil on them,” she taps him lightly on the shoulder with her hand, which is pretty greasy in and of itself.
She pauses for a moment, “...I fixed whatever was making that weird jangly noise inside the d-wheel. Wanna take her for a test drive?” Honestly Yugo is the only one she trusts with the thing.
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“Hand me that wrench, will you, Sakaki?” she gestured with her free hand from underneath the bike. Yugo had gotten into a scrape and now things were all messed up on the inside of the bike. Their d-wheel had been rather jury-rigged in the first place, and even the slightest bump would surely knock something out of place. Hence the frequent maintenance.
the-evolving-falcon
If Shun’d been asked to evaluate the taste of the ridiculously overpriced steak in front of him, he would’ve had no answer.
Having cut it into eight large pieces with his knife alone, he had put down the knife, taken his fork in his right hand, and then scarfed down the pieces one by one, barely bothering to chew before he moved on to the rice next to them. Truly, Shun could’ve eaten anything, and it would’ve made no difference. From the moment he’d confirmed that his meal wasn’t poisoned, he saw no point in dragging out the act of ingesting nourishment to maintain his body functions for longer than necessary.
It was almost absurd how out of place he was. Up until mere weeks before, he’d been fighting for his life on the battlefield and now, he was surrounded by luxury, abundance, and waste.
There was a fleeting thought of how overjoyed Ruri would’ve been to be in the same position, how she would’ve marveled at the lavish decor, the exquisite dishes, the violinists in the background…
Shun he could almost hear her ‘You’re such a barbarian, Nii-san!' the soft laughter in her voice as she’d tease him further.
Behind the rim of his water glass and hidden from his host’s view, his teeth sank into his lips for the briefest of moments as he steeled himself to erase the image before it could pierce his core.
Luckily, Akaba Reiji’s remark made it a lot easier to root his mind in the present and focus on the dislike he held for him instead, on his growing annoyance at his slow eating speed.
„I’m done eating, so the question is redundant“ Shun stated, put down his fork, and directing a pointed glance at Akaba’s half-full plate, scoffed, „What about you, Akaba? Are you planning to be done before you doze off?
Reiji frowned at his plate briefly. He honestly didn’t want Kurosaki to stare at him while he finished eating. Akaba could be self-conscious about it at the best of times when in public. “It’s polite to savor a meal when someone else is responsible for it,” he countered. “However, I’ll let my chef know that you enjoyed it.”
He put his silverware down, and paused before speaking. “I’ve called you here to share some concerns about your health as expressed by the doctors that tested you earlier this week. I read the report they put together earlier this afternoon. Broken bones never healed right, infections, malnutrition... You’re a lucky man to be standing here, Kurosaki.”
Reiji gestured with his right hand and another servant brought him a document. Shun got a copy as well. “I’ve had a training regiment prepared for you with the goal of restoring you to some basic state of health so that you don’t collapse and die unexpectedly once the war reaches a higher burn. You’ll need to consume a high calorie diet to regain some of your body weight, under strict supervision by a doctor of course. You have decent amounts of muscle, but exercise will be involved as well to keep you in shape, as well as bed rest to help you regain immune strength.”
He looked up through his glasses, somewhat piercing. “I’m putting a lot of money and trust into you, Kurosaki. Do not disappoint me.”
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