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(open) Remember your virtue;
Who: Kurapika & You
When: Through the month of November
Where: Most of the locations! ADI Housing & Headquarters, a thrift store, Hammond Castle;
Summary: Kurapika trying to get acquainted with the recent events as a new employee of ADI's Investigation department, as well as getting a little lost inside ADI's Housing. Soon, he decides he no longer can wear a suit and tie everywhere and attempts to get some clothes going (with difficulty) and investigate the Castle! Also, he might see a spider, which means he'll McLose it.
Warnings: Violence, trauma, spiders, mentions of dismemberment, genocide, human organ trafficking and sale, self-destructive tendencies and actions.
𝟏. 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭&𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
cw traffic of human eyes, conflicting morals, genocide, dismemberment
𝟐. 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
𝟑. 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬
𝟒. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝
cw spiders, trauma, violence depending on how it goes!
𝟓. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝
When: Through the month of November
Where: Most of the locations! ADI Housing & Headquarters, a thrift store, Hammond Castle;
Summary: Kurapika trying to get acquainted with the recent events as a new employee of ADI's Investigation department, as well as getting a little lost inside ADI's Housing. Soon, he decides he no longer can wear a suit and tie everywhere and attempts to get some clothes going (with difficulty) and investigate the Castle! Also, he might see a spider, which means he'll McLose it.
Warnings: Violence, trauma, spiders, mentions of dismemberment, genocide, human organ trafficking and sale, self-destructive tendencies and actions.
𝟏. 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭&𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
cw traffic of human eyes, conflicting morals, genocide, dismemberment
(When he learned about the living options, this was without doubt not what he had envisioned. It’s pleasanter, much bigger than he had yearned for, and while he doesn’t intend to ever take advantage of the pool, it’s where he finds himself tonight. He, in all likelihood, catches the eye in his suit and tie, and it’s a shame he doesn’t have his traditional clothing at hand because that’s definitely what he would rather wear instead - or even pajamas at this point. He should get to it as soon as possible, but taking into account how he's been absorbed in learning everything he can, it's on the back of his mind while all his concerns bubble to the surface.
At least it’s quiet, and Kurapika’s ears are tuned to the water smoothly running along with the wind as he takes a seat at the edge, careful not to stain the only outfit he’s got. It’s a good, silent place to collect his thoughts.
Being dropped into a whole new world wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world, should Kurapika have finished what he set out to do. Yet, he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to return, and how things will be once he does. He was so, so close this time, all his brethren’s eyes nearly all collected to be returned, everything he’s worked so hard for, compromising his resolute morals to the point of extortion, bribery, threatening… And now? Now, he’s here.
It’s been dreadfully tempestuous here as well. Not even a week in, and he’s already sought to mutilate a priest and had a fit of terror while trying to inspect an episode. It shouldn’t matter. He’ll work on a way to get them home, no matter the cos—
Someone’s here. Kurapika can distinctly pick up the steps of an arrival, and without delay, he’ll get to his feet. Whoever it is, they’d probably like to be alone in a place like this, at a time like this.)
𝟐. 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
(At least for ADI, he feels dressed appropriately. Right now, he sits in the library, files upon files upon files piled up in front of him, concealing the blonde’s thin build behind it. Before him, a notebook written in strange letters, where he’s been documenting his thoughts and experiences as the time goes by. If he’s going to figure out this place and find a way back to his mission, he’s going to need the entire picture.
One thing he realizes, however, is that there are things that won’t be in books and reports, lamentably so. As someone walks by, Kurapika peeks from the mountain he’s created and beckons them over. No smiles, however, the politeness never leaves his voice. All said in a quiet tone, this’s a library, after all!)
Excuse me. I’m new here and I’m reading up on what’s been happening as of late. I’d like to hear about your experience if it’s not a bother.
𝟑. 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬
(Enough is enough with the suit.
The only problem is -- what is "normal" in this place? Back home, Kurapika pridefully wore the patterns of his people, Hisoka wore his magician stance in his sleeve (literally), and let's not talk about the Zodiacs, each physically resembling the animals they symbolize without anyone batting an eye. Except... Kurapika would like nothing more than to blend in, evade the attention of non-ADI individuals and he can't do it without knowing what's too much and whose sense of fashion might be wacky.
So, here he is, diving into a pile of clothes at the first thrift shop (cheap!) he's found, each time the feeling around him being more and more of gloom and doom with each passing moment. He's absolutely lost. He hates it.)
𝟒. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝
cw spiders, trauma, violence depending on how it goes!
(Finally, in an oversized black hoodie, jeans, and boots, Kurapika leaves for a mission. He doesn’t know who came around with him this time around, but after the latest fiascos, Kurapika hopes they’re useful and able to handle their own. Kurapika himself has already had some poor experiences in this new reality, and he knows that certain skills are better than others. A cool head, check for him. Analytical skills, check. Above-average intelligence, check. Being completely out of his mind when the situation pulls his trauma or triggers to the surface? Unfortunately, check as well. Even so, Kurapika promises himself he’ll do his best to not do anything harsh, and simply do what he sets out to do: report back on ghost sightings at the Castle.
On the bus, Kurapika reads — fiction about monster hunters, and Kurapika even has a childish grin on the edges of his lips. What a sight for someone who’s been solely distant.)
𝟓. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝
(y'all know the drill! catch me at jade#2897 ornewmeatjb if you'd like to discuss anything, otherwise, i'm just game!)
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(Stable. He's not exactly stable. With how easily triggered he is, and how much he can be blinded by emotions. He might hurt her, or even worse, he might become close to her. Let himself have a shred of happiness that could be distracting. He hasn't answered his friend's calls or texts for months. He can't afford it.)
I'm truly not a good friend.
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She thinks of Hisoka’s journal about the dream she had of people being swept away trying the crossing a river of Death. Maybe I'm drawn to Yuri, and she to me, because we are both fighting against the current.]
Like I said, it’s not like it will last long. We both know we’ll have to lose each other eventually anyway. Even if it’s temporary… it’s nice to enjoy it for a little while and enjoy these small things. “Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”
…That’s what my mentor used to say, anyhow.
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(Not only does he want Yuri to not be a target for his anger, like Abel has been, he doesn't want her to witness it. He knows what he's capable of. It's not pretty, nor is it pleasant to watch him lose himself to his anger, in full awareness that he is doing so.
She deserves better.)
Run if it happens.
Cw: suicidal ideation
Still-] I will. [There’s not really any warnings she can give in return, unless she wants to get into extremely Dark Humor territory and tell him to keep her away from any cliffs.
…She’s not going to make that joke. Instead she slips his jacket off and sets it aside, before staring into the water. She hasn’t been comfortable with water for a bit and the water is frigid, she knows that. But there’s something in that that compels her anyway, knowing it will bring a sense of clarity and cleansing. Renewal. All the good things water was supposed to do.] …I want to see… [She mutters to herself.
She then pushes herself up and plunges into the water.
In retrospect maybe she should’ve warned Kurapika about a lack of self-preservation instinct, but it doesn’t matter. The water is cold and comforting in spite of, or maybe because of, it. It muffles sound, suspends everything in a brief, timeless moment.
She could stay under here forever, but there was someone there. The knowledge of Kurapika’s presence soothes her and is what spurs her to surface again.]
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Good for him that he has astoundingly good reflexes, so he can see when she gives the intention of jumping. That's not wise, she doesn't have a towel, it's way too chilly, it's late, she'll catch a cold-- all arguments that he'd give if he had managed to grab her wrist before she plunged. Instead, he misses, and in his attempts to stop her, he too falls in the icy water of the pool, suit and all.
Blond hair sticks to his face once he reaches the surface, and he shakes his head in attempts to dry it a little. His heart races with the temperature drop, but he's laughing. What an idea.)
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She doesn’t know what to say, eyes wide before a startled noise escapes her and, miraculously, she finds herself laughing. It’s not much— a chuckle maybe or a giggle and she covers her mouth with her hand as her shoulders Hawke with mirth.]
Sorry. [She’s not sure if he fell in because of her or if he just decided to join her, but she apologizes anyhow and there’s a hint of a smile around the corners of her mouth and the softening of her eyes.
She reaches out to move some hair from his eyes in apology]
Laughter suits you.
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(And thankful that she still can. Kurapika can't remember how long has it been since he laughed. Perhaps watching Gon and Killua in their childish food wars, or perhaps at Leorio's ingenious comments. His eyes widen when her hand touches his skin, once more unsure how to take it, considering just how long it had been since he had contact like this.
He can regret their swim later, when he stands nearly naked in the laundry room in his underwear, considering this suit is really all he has. None of his belongings made it with him, only the Hunter license that now floats atop the water, written in an alphabet unfamiliar in this reality.)
Ah. I can't lose this at all.
(He says as he fishes it and shakes it before putting it next to his shoes.)
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[There's a certain type of loneliness, harsher and completely distinct from any other type, when there's a complete denial of physical closeness with anyone. The pain sharper somehow when someone does their best to avoid touching you, not out of politeness, but out of fear.
This isn't quite that, and Yuri knows it. Yuri just doesn't want him to feel scared of her or worry about keeping a guard up that strongly like that, worried if she'll see something.
But the license is a welcome and interesting distraction. At first she thinks it's something like playing cards, but given his reaction she thinks it's something a bit more.]
What is it?
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(Well, his Nen ability is also something he would rather keep to himself. Elements of surprise are always nice when they're needed, and Kurapika is already sure she wouldn't be so glad to know just how self-destructive his naive younger self had been.)
It's my Hunter license. Where I'm from, it's not only worth an incredible amount if pawned, but it also confirms my status as one. If I lose it, I lose several privileges, and even with my status within the association, I don't think they'd issue me a new one.
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Hunting... Like animals? [Her brow furrows a little in confusion. Was there that much strictness behind a hunting license??She supposes it makes sense but she also has a feeling he doesn't mean it like tracking down deer or something.]
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(And the cold breeze that slaps him in the face begs him to search for shelter into the water, submerging until only his eyes were above surface, blonde hair floating around him before he emerges again.)
We should get going. I would hate it if you caught a cold.
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She doesn't think she'd make the cut though, but that's fine. She can live in her imagination and vicariously through stories.
She looks to him in surprise and it's only when he mentions a cold that she realizes just how cold she is.] Ah... Sorry.
[She swims to the ledge, pulling herself up and shivering violently once the air hits her.] Sometimes the shock is... nice. Something to wake you up and make you feel a little more...there. [Present. Alive.] Water is pretty sacred where I'm from. I have something of an affinity for it, I guess...
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(Not Kurapika's occupation in it. Recently, he's part of the Zodiacs, the Association's leaders, but truth be told, he's a blacklist Hunter-- not that it matters, when he's deep in the mafia... As part of it, against his best morals.
Kurapika himself chooses to go for the stairs, removing his jacket first only to scrunch it to relieve it of some of the water-- her clothes are very wet. As soon as he sees her, he turns his face, only stretching his arm so she could take the jacket. Please. It's his cheeks that are red at this time.)
Here. Sacred water? How so?
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She looks up in surprise and takes the jacket again, pulling it around her shoulders with a shiver.] You’re soaked too… [She mumbles in mild protest, standing up and trying to squeeze more excess water out of her clothes and hair]
Mm. The mountain was considered holy to begin with. People believed that life came from water, and to water life should return. The water on the mountain especially was considered a sort of living deity. That it contained the spirit of a god.
The summit had an entrance into the underworld and from it the yomi—water poisoned from the underworld—would flow. The priestesses would purify the water as it flowed down from the top, turning it was clean and pure. The yomi could corrupt spirits and taint people; it could kill someone, slowly erode them away and draw people into the world of spirits.
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(And until he's sure it's safe and proper, he won't turn around to face her again. It will take a ridiculous amount of time until he finds it appropriate to look again, thanking God that his jacket is now covering her. The crimson blood in his cheeks has already subsided, and he can pay attention as he attempts to dry his suit to the best of his ability, as well as the long hair.
It sounds like a great fantasy story, but it's nothing but the truth, isn't it? He'd read the hell out of that book, and in turn, it fascinates him that something like this exists elsewhere.)
Can you do it? Purify the water?
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I haven't really tried yet, but I could. The problem is that during the massacre, the last priestess who was doing the ritual to purify the water was too overwhelmed by all the sudden death and failed. The seals broke and the yomi flooded the mountain. Luckily a few seals still held strong and kept it from getting any further than the mountain, but the water's seeped into the soil now. During the day it's eerie enough and you could still walk around the area, but at night and especially when it rains it gets dangerous.
I have to purify the whole mountain, somehow... If I can do that, it'll put the priestesses to rest too.
[Yuri looks thoughtful for a moment more before she shivers again, teeth chattering.] Th-there's a laundry room around, isn't there? We should-Should dry our clothes off.
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(Definitely nobler. No bloodshed, no going after the one who caused her people to fall. An intrusive thought, however no less true because of its nature, is that Kurapika is a terrible influence on whose path is the same, yet still retains their morals.
It should be best to just break this off right now, before he grows attached (when he already has), before he can worsen this, because he can drag her down with his hatred.
Fuck.
His thoughts get cut in half when she speaks again, perking up. That's right, this is the only outfit that he has, and it should go to the washing machine before chlorine tears at its color.)
You're right, but I assume... I assume just drying it won't do. It's the only clothes I've got in this place... I'll have to wash them.
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The comment on clothes make sense though as Yuri herself realizes--] Oh. I... don't have any other clothes either. [oops. It hadn't been much of a priority.]
Your clothes enough won't be enough for a load. We should probably wash them together.
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(Ah, he halts. He halts completely. That means both of them would be stripped to their underwear, and truth be spoken, Kurapika is just too much of a gentleman to allow that to just happen.... But he also isn't going to deny her not having dry and clean clothes either when they're her only ones as well.
Shit, fuck, shit. Fine. Nowhere to run on this one.)
... We stay back-to-back.
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...It's fine. If you're shy, I won't look. [BECAUSE CLEARLY HE'S WORRIED ABOUT HER LOOKING AT HIM.
She turns away, humming thoughtfully] They're over here, right? [and off she goes]
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(YURI, PLEASE.
He's already nursing a headache from this conversation, goddamnit... But he follows. At least his world isn't so different that he can't operate a washing machine.)
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It's fine though. It's not like there's anything to see anyhow.
[It's at least a little warmer in the laundry room, Yuri taking a deep breath, rubbing at her arms to warm them.]
I suppose I have to go shopping....
cw nudity i cannot believe i am writing this for kp
(That's NOT the point whatsoever!!
And he doesn't meant it in a rude way. It's just. Being half-naked in a laundromat is just not ideal. Not how you should treat a lady. Ever. This is not really fine.
But he has his back turned. He doesn't mind if she sees him. As the clothes start to come off, she might notice that while Kurapika's build is thin, there are defined muscles that compose his back and arms.)
LMLDSVK RIP
She glances at him, just once, mostly by accident, and it's--curious. He looks thinner under the clothes, but it's sot of... nice, she supposes, to know looks can be deceiving.
She turns back around to start undressing herself, throwing her clothes in the wash and crossing her arms over her chest to hug herself for warmth.]
Can you... Tell me a little more about being a Hunter? [Trying to find something to fill some silence]
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Good question she has. That one could definitely fill the room for a while.)
Sure. There are all sorts of Hunters. From people who study and protect fauna and flora all the way Gourmet Hunters, which are Hunters who search for rare and specific ingredients. There's an association that overviews all the Hunter's activities, called the Hunter's Association. Twelve people compose the council, called the Zodiacs, and there's a president. I currently am holding the position of the Rat in the Zodiacs, but I don't intend to stay.
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