[Shun sees – he can't not see, not since coming here. He still finds himself get distracted by every slightest movement in the corner of his perception; partly because of those cursed powers that he had been saddled with, but well… part is definitely just reflex from the dimensional war.
He can't unsee that either.
Right now, he sprints forward, just a tick faster than anyone else that might have seen the crying boy, grunting as both arms closes around the child, turning to break both their fall. A second after he hits the ground, the debris crash down right where the boy was standing right before, and upon seeing it the child sobs even louder.
Shun doesn't pay attention to the debris, he'll be fast enough to dodge the next one too, he's sure. Instead he puts the boy on his feet – gentler than one would expect of someone with Shun's looks and age maybe – then starts whispering assurances to the child who's still clinging to his coat.]
It's going to be okay, calm down. I promise, it will be okay.
[His voice doesn't falter from the calm tone he's taken, even as another of the Boogie Man's sound waves echoes over the area, even as he looks up to glare at the enemy. He'll have to take him down, somehow, he knows… but not while the child is still clinging to him.
A little help would be welcome about right now, even from a loner like Shun.]
[ B – Nonah ]
[Shun finds that he hates compulsions. Especially truth compulsions – because really, he doesn't want to play this utterly pointless game. And he certainly doesn't want to answer the question he's just been asked: Would you rather have a sibling or a pet?
Yet, the compulsion is stronger than even Shun's steeled will and iron strength, so he finds himself answering.]
Sibling.
[His hand clenches, and he can't help but add.]
I'd do anything to get my sister back. Anything.
[…Somehow it doesn't sound like he's talking about being separated from her by being here.]
[ C – Network | anon text ]
Is there a point in any of this?
This world, or the others… is there any point continuing anywhere when all that you knew and cared for is gone?
[ D – Hold Up Your Wildcard ]
[What it says on the tin; either hit me with a prompt of your own or hit me on plurk (iceyly) for some plotting and I can write up something for you! :3]
Shun Kurosaki | Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V
[Shun sees – he can't not see, not since coming here. He still finds himself get distracted by every slightest movement in the corner of his perception; partly because of those cursed powers that he had been saddled with, but well… part is definitely just reflex from the dimensional war.
He can't unsee that either.
Right now, he sprints forward, just a tick faster than anyone else that might have seen the crying boy, grunting as both arms closes around the child, turning to break both their fall. A second after he hits the ground, the debris crash down right where the boy was standing right before, and upon seeing it the child sobs even louder.
Shun doesn't pay attention to the debris, he'll be fast enough to dodge the next one too, he's sure. Instead he puts the boy on his feet – gentler than one would expect of someone with Shun's looks and age maybe – then starts whispering assurances to the child who's still clinging to his coat.]
It's going to be okay, calm down. I promise, it will be okay.
[His voice doesn't falter from the calm tone he's taken, even as another of the Boogie Man's sound waves echoes over the area, even as he looks up to glare at the enemy. He'll have to take him down, somehow, he knows… but not while the child is still clinging to him.
A little help would be welcome about right now, even from a loner like Shun.]
[ B – Nonah ]
[Shun finds that he hates compulsions. Especially truth compulsions – because really, he doesn't want to play this utterly pointless game. And he certainly doesn't want to answer the question he's just been asked: Would you rather have a sibling or a pet?
Yet, the compulsion is stronger than even Shun's steeled will and iron strength, so he finds himself answering.]
Sibling.
[His hand clenches, and he can't help but add.]
I'd do anything to get my sister back. Anything.
[…Somehow it doesn't sound like he's talking about being separated from her by being here.]
[ C – Network | anon text ]
Is there a point in any of this?
This world, or the others… is there any point continuing anywhere when all that you knew and cared for is gone?
[ D – Hold Up Your Wildcard ]
[What it says on the tin; either hit me with a prompt of your own or hit me on plurk (