[The last thing that Shun truly remembers is wandering in the Fog. He hadn't been afraid – never, because that fear would only feed her, and Shun has never been one to admit defeat, not even when faced with the God that he has to thank for his change in appearance, who is keeping him from fighting the war back home.
From saving his sister.
Then… nothing but dreams upon dreams of the long lost past (when he had been human, when his world had been whole and not a shade of itself, a battlefield left in the wake of Akaba Leo's ambitions), or even some more recent memories (memories of Standard, of Synchro, of a year and more spent trying to find his way back there from Ryslig)… and now…
Now here he is, on the airship that looks much more modern than any technology he's ever seen in Ryslig, even inside the Arcade, frowning faintly at his deep black fingernails and feeling carefully over sharp teeth with his tongue. Wherever he is now, wherever they are being taken to… he's still a monster. (Good., he thinks viciously, because whoever wants his presence, is keeping him from home, is in for a hell of a surprise.)
He seems content to keep to himself for the times' being, but don't let that stop you from bothering him anyway!]
[ B – Curti Center ]
["We don’t know why you’ve been brought here, but this is your new home.", they say and Shun just grinds his teeth together, eyes narrow, but doesn't correct them. (There is no such thing as home for him anymore.)
Instead he listens, slowly gathering information about just where exactly he's wound up (even if they don't seem to be able to tell him just who exactly is keeping him here), and how this particular dimension works, takes the key to one of the houses offered to the newcomers in spite of his lack of intention to spend even a minute there.
Finally when the Curti staff member is done talking, Shun looks around at the other newcomers… are they eagerly buying what they are being told here, or are they as skeptical as he is? Finally he can't help but note.]
This is all too damn convenient.
[ G – Get A Job ]
[Shun admits (if ever only to himself), he would never have thought that his work experience at the Smashed Gargoyle would come handy eventually – but here he again, now actual wait service in a pub rather than just the gopher. Not that one could tell by the way he sits back against the bar, arms crossed over his chest while keeping his eyes on the pub's clientele. (At two and a half meter hight, he has to sit as he waits so he won't brush the top of the ceiling.
At least it's a slow night, leaving him not much to do. Unfortunately that leaves the few customers – who seem to have taken to liquid courage – about his appearance, one drunkard brave enough to make a grab for his bear ears, to see whether they are real or fake.
Unamused, Shun snatches his wrist before he can get anywhere, yellow eyes narrowed to a glare as he bares his sharp teeth in warning.]
Try that again, and lose that hand.
[Perhaps, someone should try to defuse the situation (because Shun sure won't)?]
[ J – Hold up your Wildcard! ]
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Shun Kurosaki | Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (Ryslig CRAU)
[The last thing that Shun truly remembers is wandering in the Fog. He hadn't been afraid – never, because that fear would only feed her, and Shun has never been one to admit defeat, not even when faced with the God that he has to thank for his change in appearance, who is keeping him from fighting the war back home.
From saving his sister.
Then… nothing but dreams upon dreams of the long lost past (when he had been human, when his world had been whole and not a shade of itself, a battlefield left in the wake of Akaba Leo's ambitions), or even some more recent memories (memories of Standard, of Synchro, of a year and more spent trying to find his way back there from Ryslig)… and now…
Now here he is, on the airship that looks much more modern than any technology he's ever seen in Ryslig, even inside the Arcade, frowning faintly at his deep black fingernails and feeling carefully over sharp teeth with his tongue. Wherever he is now, wherever they are being taken to… he's still a monster. (Good., he thinks viciously, because whoever wants his presence, is keeping him from home, is in for a hell of a surprise.)
He seems content to keep to himself for the times' being, but don't let that stop you from bothering him anyway!]
[ B – Curti Center ]
["We don’t know why you’ve been brought here, but this is your new home.", they say and Shun just grinds his teeth together, eyes narrow, but doesn't correct them. (There is no such thing as home for him anymore.)
Instead he listens, slowly gathering information about just where exactly he's wound up (even if they don't seem to be able to tell him just who exactly is keeping him here), and how this particular dimension works, takes the key to one of the houses offered to the newcomers in spite of his lack of intention to spend even a minute there.
Finally when the Curti staff member is done talking, Shun looks around at the other newcomers… are they eagerly buying what they are being told here, or are they as skeptical as he is? Finally he can't help but note.]
This is all too damn convenient.
[ G – Get A Job ]
[Shun admits (if ever only to himself), he would never have thought that his work experience at the Smashed Gargoyle would come handy eventually – but here he again, now actual wait service in a pub rather than just the gopher. Not that one could tell by the way he sits back against the bar, arms crossed over his chest while keeping his eyes on the pub's clientele. (At two and a half meter hight, he has to sit as he waits so he won't brush the top of the ceiling.
At least it's a slow night, leaving him not much to do. Unfortunately that leaves the few customers – who seem to have taken to liquid courage – about his appearance, one drunkard brave enough to make a grab for his bear ears, to see whether they are real or fake.
Unamused, Shun snatches his wrist before he can get anywhere, yellow eyes narrowed to a glare as he bares his sharp teeth in warning.]
Try that again, and lose that hand.
[Perhaps, someone should try to defuse the situation (because Shun sure won't)?]
[ J – Hold up your Wildcard! ]
[Need a different prompt? Want to do something else? Sure thing, just hit me up via PM or plurk (