afoxbyanyother (afoxbyanyother) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-14 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, kurama, trevor belmont |
Who: Kurama + Trevor
What: Gathering a few things and fighting giant bees
Where: Somewhere near a garden
When: 1/14 - Late Afternoon
Status: Concluded
Warnings Bees
As he didn't know many people, and had so far not been of use to others, Kurama was doing what he did best when none of his friends were around; tend to himself and his own safety. If things changed, he would change with them. Yet for now, his first thought was for weapons and later he could decide on shelter.
He had gathered a few things already, mostly grass and other small plants, before finally finding a small garden with a handful of potentially useful plants and a rose bush. His favorite plant of the human world that was easy to locate if you knew where. Also the plant that generated and granted him most of his base weapons.
It was even flowering, seemingly way too early for a plant that disliked winter, but he wouldn't complain about it in the slightest as he leaner over to begin his work, breaking off the roses with their stems attached with the ease of someone used to it.
Kurama would not have faulted anyone who saw him thinking he was insane to stop and pick flowers as if giant bugs were not flying around and seeming to attack people at random. Even less, he wouldn't fault them thinking he was paying no attention as he seemed to ignore a rather large bee that had decided to zone in on him, perhaps annoyed Kurama was picking the early roses.
Yet anyone who was watching would find none of those assumptions were true, as the moment the bee settled in for an attack, those who were sensitive and able to read it, would sense a surge of energy as two of the nearby roses Kurama had not picked suddenly seemed to grow long thorns resembling spears, which twisted and bent up to pierce and slow the offending insect.
This may have been enough to confuse, but Kurama takes it a step farther, straightening with unusual speed and turning. With a flash, anyone whose eyes can't see the sudden thorn-lined whip in his hands, will certainly see the moment the bee splits in half and slides down the piercing thorns, his murderer quickly under said thorns and out the other side to watch it die with a cold, hard look on his face.