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castle_perraultYukio breaks his glasses a lot.
This pair has a lens that's near shattered. Spiderweb cracks crawl out from the corner of the lens all the way to the nosepiece. He can barely see out of that side.
But that's fine. Yukio wasn't supposed to be seeing anything anyways. Not with the gash over his chest, the same lines spreading from his glasses spreading out over his abdomen. He can still see the blood and the tears in the fabric. If he closes his eyes, he can still see the claws. But there's nothing left except a nasty, but closed, scar.
He's not sure what room he's woken up in. Something made of stone, like the rest. Some room he's never going to leave. He'll just stay here until something kills him again. Another monster. Another demon.
He curls up on his side to bury his face in his hands.
Eventually, when his stomach bothers him enough, he'll realize he needs to at least eat. No point starving himself. Even if it'll make him less of a meal for the creatures here, he's not hopeless enough to contemplate suicide.
It's when he's rooting through the cupboards that he notices the knives. Sharp steel. They look like they're brand new, despite being in this ancient castle. They remind him of the ones Rin borrowed to cook, ones Shiro insisted on watching Rin use the first few times.
Hold the blade away, Rin. That's it. You have to be careful with something sharp like this. You could take an eye out. And we've made more than enough trips to the hospital lately, eh?
Before Yukio's realized it, the blade is in his hands. It feels... good. To touch something. He feels a bit more certain this is actually real. That he's not just in some twisted afterlife, some hell worse than any Bible stories could have warned him about.
It feels good to have a weapon.
It's not a gun, true. But Father said an exorcist has to adapt to the situation at hand.
He tried to trust this place wasn't Gehenna. It got him... nearly killed. Did he die? He can't be sure in this twisted place. All he knows now is that there's no point in trusting anymore.
This pair has a lens that's near shattered. Spiderweb cracks crawl out from the corner of the lens all the way to the nosepiece. He can barely see out of that side.
But that's fine. Yukio wasn't supposed to be seeing anything anyways. Not with the gash over his chest, the same lines spreading from his glasses spreading out over his abdomen. He can still see the blood and the tears in the fabric. If he closes his eyes, he can still see the claws. But there's nothing left except a nasty, but closed, scar.
He's not sure what room he's woken up in. Something made of stone, like the rest. Some room he's never going to leave. He'll just stay here until something kills him again. Another monster. Another demon.
He curls up on his side to bury his face in his hands.
Eventually, when his stomach bothers him enough, he'll realize he needs to at least eat. No point starving himself. Even if it'll make him less of a meal for the creatures here, he's not hopeless enough to contemplate suicide.
It's when he's rooting through the cupboards that he notices the knives. Sharp steel. They look like they're brand new, despite being in this ancient castle. They remind him of the ones Rin borrowed to cook, ones Shiro insisted on watching Rin use the first few times.
Hold the blade away, Rin. That's it. You have to be careful with something sharp like this. You could take an eye out. And we've made more than enough trips to the hospital lately, eh?
Before Yukio's realized it, the blade is in his hands. It feels... good. To touch something. He feels a bit more certain this is actually real. That he's not just in some twisted afterlife, some hell worse than any Bible stories could have warned him about.
It feels good to have a weapon.
It's not a gun, true. But Father said an exorcist has to adapt to the situation at hand.
He tried to trust this place wasn't Gehenna. It got him... nearly killed. Did he die? He can't be sure in this twisted place. All he knows now is that there's no point in trusting anymore.
one robot uncle coming right up
Date: 2016-11-26 03:51 am (UTC)The least he can do is try to be of some utilitarian value. He knows how to cook, that's something. If anyone will trust him enough to eat the food, it's one less thing they have to do for themselves. So he forces himself past his debilitating pain long enough to get to the kitchen, intending to cook something big and wholesome and filling.
When he finds a small child holding a very large carving knife. He did not sign on for this. He blinks, ignoring the ringing alarms going off in his system.
"Vegetables are in this pantry here, if you're thinking of chopping, but I wouldn't mind..." There has to be a normal explanation for this, right?
The best robot uncle a kid could ask for
Date: 2016-12-08 03:18 am (UTC)As for Toshi, he certainly appears human. Yukio can’t really see any signs of the man being a demon, even if his green eyes are very, very bright. After a few moments, Yukio at least lowers the knife just a bit, looking away sheepishly.
“I… um, I don’t need the knife for chopping vegetables.”
He swallows.
“It’s just… this place is dangerous. So I was looking for something to defend myself with.”
That has to be understandable. This castle is dangerous for many people, so surely the stranger wouldn’t argue with a bit of a safety precaution.
he does his best
Date: 2016-12-09 02:58 am (UTC)Fear. Horrible, crippling fear. It clouds around Yukio like a veil. Toshi slowly crouches down, to be more easily eye-level with Yukio. "Sometimes dangerous things happen here, that's true," there's no good in denying that. Toshi knows better. "Are you hurt? Please, let me help you. That blood on your clothes..."
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Date: 2016-12-14 01:55 am (UTC)“I’m… not hurt anymore. It’s fine.” There’s blood on his clothes, but not anywhere else, so it’s fine, isn’t it? He should stop trying to rely on others… he’ll only get hurt.
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Date: 2017-01-28 03:54 am (UTC)He doesn't like the 'anymore', and he can't quite prevent the protective anger that slips into his voice. Oops. "But you were hurt. What hurt you? I will not allow that to happen again."
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Date: 2016-11-26 05:25 pm (UTC)They see the knife before who it is, actually. They don't...like seeing kids with knives. Or anyone. But especially kids. It makes them feel...cold. Really cold. Like all their body heat's being drained out, a punctured bottle of water.
Frisk leans against the doorway, expressionless. "Hey, Yukio. Whatcha doing with that?" Doesn't look like he's cooking.
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Date: 2016-12-09 01:27 am (UTC)Still, when Yukio hears Frisk’s voice and turns around, he doesn’t look as comfortable with a knife as some would. He’s shaking just a bit, especially to see someone who told him that monsters… demons… were to be trusted.
“…Nothing. Just wanted something… just in case.”
His shirt is torn and covered with stains.
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Date: 2016-12-09 04:23 am (UTC)"What's wrong? What happened?" Frisk shuffles in place. They want to step forward, but that knife--he might hurt them or himself if he's not careful, and he doesn't look like careful's on his radar.
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Date: 2016-12-14 01:56 am (UTC)He glares at them a little and turns away, back to looking through the drawers. He isn’t really feeling much like talking to them, but he doesn’t want to be needlessly cruel. They can keep thinking the monsters are safe here if they want.
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Date: 2016-12-14 06:54 am (UTC)"...think it is. Important."
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Date: 2016-12-20 02:20 am (UTC)“…You were wrong. That’s all. You told me monsters were safe and they weren’t. You lied.”
assuming is bad frisk
Date: 2016-12-20 02:32 am (UTC)"I didn't lie. If a monster tried to fight you--" they glance at the knife "--there's usually a reason for it. Humans were horrible to monsters for a long time, you know."
Frisk oh my god now he’s even more pissy
Date: 2017-01-11 11:59 pm (UTC)He looks down at the marks on his sweater.
“What reason would someone have t-to…” He can’t even say it. He’s going to be sick.
T-T
Date: 2017-01-12 12:37 am (UTC)"... Who did it?" they ask, voice flat. Did someone see a green sweater and assume they were looking at a Chara?
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Date: 2017-01-13 01:29 am (UTC)Which makes sense, since the creature was far more focused on digging his claws into him.
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Date: 2017-01-13 01:37 am (UTC)"...did the monster look...like a crocodile?"
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Date: 2017-01-13 06:19 pm (UTC)He was kind of focused on trying to get away, but that does match with the features he remembers.
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Date: 2017-01-13 06:26 pm (UTC)"You got--you got--Killer Croc got you?"
...but they need to defend their friends. Even with their mouth covered in horror, they need to get in more words. "I--h-he's not a monster, he's--not, he's something else."
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Date: 2017-01-17 12:38 am (UTC)“…He looked like a monster. I don’t know anymore. I just…” Tears are streaming from his eyes now. “I don’t want to be hurt anymore.”
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Date: 2016-12-09 06:31 pm (UTC)As Grune wanders into the kitchen, contemplating this puzzle, she doesn't notice she has company at first. But as soon as she does, all other thoughts leave her mind, and she drops down to one knee.
"Hello, Yukio," she says softly.
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Date: 2016-12-14 02:46 am (UTC)“Hello, Grune-san.”
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Date: 2016-12-15 04:59 am (UTC)She knows what happened. She always watches out for everyone, as much as she can, but she especially watches out for people who are sad and scared. She hadn't been able to help him, before...but she hopes she can help him now.
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Date: 2016-12-20 02:24 am (UTC)There’s no denying he would want a hug, and even if his family isn’t here, he at least trusts Grune to not take advantage of him being frightened. He doesn’t initiate, though, just stands there, rubbing his eyes and trying to make himself small.
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Date: 2017-01-02 04:32 am (UTC)"I love you, Yukio," she says softly.
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Date: 2017-01-12 12:14 am (UTC)“I… I…”
He can’t say it back, voice to thick with tears. He wraps his arms around her as much as he can manage, choking back a sob.
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Date: 2017-01-17 04:36 am (UTC)She rubs his back gently with one hand, soft and slow.
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Date: 2017-01-19 01:28 am (UTC)He still sobs hard, shaking against her. He just doesn’t understand why this had to happen, why it had to be so painful…
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Date: 2017-01-19 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-20 02:02 am (UTC)“Are you sure you can? The… the things here are really scary and…”
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