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caughtinanetwork2013-02-10 10:04 pm
parasolspinning) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-10 10:04 pm
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third King: video; (Backdate: early Sunday morning)
[The place, a snowy temple on an island, surrounded by trees. In the sky are four very, very large, intricate swords. One crackling with red energy, bits of it crumbling off of it and hovering near by. The other three are intact, glowing blue, silver and "colorless" (black) respectively. Behind the temple, higher, more modern buildings stretch up to the sky - signs of a fairly expansive school campus that was likely added on some time after the temple was built.]
[Below the swords, two men are doing battle. One in casual clothes - jeans, white shirt, jacket, and the fiery power coming off of him seems to match that of the red sword. He recently arrived in the bubble - Mikoto Suoh.
The blue belongs to a much more refined looking man, in a uniform wielding a saber. Their power is incredible, clashing and seemingly meeting blow for blow.
But all at once there's a brilliant flash of white light that suddenly separates them, and a young man in a school uniform appears, stopping the saber of the uniformed one with, of all things, a parasol. To some, he might be familiar - the one who calls himself Yashiro Isana.
He barely moves, but all it takes is a flick of that parasol to send the other man back. Shiro's other hand is up, ready to block any other potential oncoming hits.
He looks up at the red head, and speaks in a strained voice. There's obviously something wrong with him - even though he's glowing with the same silver light as the sword, he's sweating and pallid.]
Isn't this the guy you're looking for?
[All at once his voice changes, angry now, and his expression twists in to one of near madness.]
HEY! What're you doing?! Stop!
[Again he goes back to sounding more like Shiro, but he's becoming frantic, hand nearly clawing at his head as if something inside him is trying to break free.]
Stop it! Stop that!
[He slumps, practically gasping for air, finally straightening and looking back at the redhead. He looks deseperate, and there's something... old and wary about his voice now.]
Hurry... only a King can kill another King...
[Suoh stares for a moment, but soon enough a faint smile appears.]
Yeah. I appreciate that. Thanks for bringing him here.
[He pulls his arm back, readying for what is obviously going to be a tremendously powerful punch.
The man in blue cries out from the other side and starts to run forward.]
Stop it, Suoh! Don't do it!
[Fire practically errupts from Suoh as he lets out a sound like a howl, thrusting his hand foward. Shiro doesn't move, and Suoh's fist doesn't just connect, it goes through him. The power explodes out his back, and as it happens, both Suoh and Shiro smile. While Suoh's seems almost triumphant, Shiro's is peaceful.
The fire appears to take over everything, and his serene face is the last thing seen before the view goes white, and the dream ends.]
**
[Shiro wakes up with a pained sounding gasp, and he rolls out of his futon on to his hands and knees, wheezing as though he'd actually been struck. Sweat rolls down his face, and he clutches at his damp teeshirt with a trembling hand.
The hand moves up to his mouth, and some how he manages to get to his feet, running away from his bedroom. The SFC remains on, unnoticed by him...]
((ooc: Dream is non-interactive, so network replies (or action for Isana Manor) only please.
Also spoilers for the end of the first season of K.
Key - Shiro, Colorless King, Suoh, Reisi))
[Below the swords, two men are doing battle. One in casual clothes - jeans, white shirt, jacket, and the fiery power coming off of him seems to match that of the red sword. He recently arrived in the bubble - Mikoto Suoh.
The blue belongs to a much more refined looking man, in a uniform wielding a saber. Their power is incredible, clashing and seemingly meeting blow for blow.
But all at once there's a brilliant flash of white light that suddenly separates them, and a young man in a school uniform appears, stopping the saber of the uniformed one with, of all things, a parasol. To some, he might be familiar - the one who calls himself Yashiro Isana.
He barely moves, but all it takes is a flick of that parasol to send the other man back. Shiro's other hand is up, ready to block any other potential oncoming hits.
He looks up at the red head, and speaks in a strained voice. There's obviously something wrong with him - even though he's glowing with the same silver light as the sword, he's sweating and pallid.]
Isn't this the guy you're looking for?
[All at once his voice changes, angry now, and his expression twists in to one of near madness.]
HEY! What're you doing?! Stop!
[Again he goes back to sounding more like Shiro, but he's becoming frantic, hand nearly clawing at his head as if something inside him is trying to break free.]
Stop it! Stop that!
[He slumps, practically gasping for air, finally straightening and looking back at the redhead. He looks deseperate, and there's something... old and wary about his voice now.]
Hurry... only a King can kill another King...
[Suoh stares for a moment, but soon enough a faint smile appears.]
Yeah. I appreciate that. Thanks for bringing him here.
[He pulls his arm back, readying for what is obviously going to be a tremendously powerful punch.
The man in blue cries out from the other side and starts to run forward.]
Stop it, Suoh! Don't do it!
[Fire practically errupts from Suoh as he lets out a sound like a howl, thrusting his hand foward. Shiro doesn't move, and Suoh's fist doesn't just connect, it goes through him. The power explodes out his back, and as it happens, both Suoh and Shiro smile. While Suoh's seems almost triumphant, Shiro's is peaceful.
The fire appears to take over everything, and his serene face is the last thing seen before the view goes white, and the dream ends.]
**
[Shiro wakes up with a pained sounding gasp, and he rolls out of his futon on to his hands and knees, wheezing as though he'd actually been struck. Sweat rolls down his face, and he clutches at his damp teeshirt with a trembling hand.
The hand moves up to his mouth, and some how he manages to get to his feet, running away from his bedroom. The SFC remains on, unnoticed by him...]
((ooc: Dream is non-interactive, so network replies (or action for Isana Manor) only please.
Also spoilers for the end of the first season of K.
Key - Shiro, Colorless King, Suoh, Reisi))