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Haruka Kuran (sharenambrella) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-08-18 18:23:00

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ai kuran, euphemia li britannia, haruka kuran, sebastian michaelis, yuuki kuran, zero kiryuu

Day 389 | Video/Action
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[Haruka’s used to Juri running off - she never has enjoyed the surveillance that he feels is necessary. It makes for a fun game of tag, but as of right now, he’s filled with more fear than he is excitement. There’s too much about this that doesn’t settle with him, and being unable to search the dome with his speed or familiars leaves him quite the unhappy ~~puppy~~ husband.

His gaze is calm, though, if a little distant. He’d really rather not do this, but…]

There’s no need to explain where I am or why I’m here. I listened to it already.

[The pureblood’s words are, at least, polite, if a little more curt than usual.]

I’m looking for my wife. We were together, so she might be here somewhere. [And he can’t find heeeer!] If you’ve seen a very cute, angry woman demanding to see the wardens of this place, please tell me. I don’t want her to worry.

[Patient, fond little smile.]

And, if you haven’t seen her, then… [A pause, in which that smile fades entirely and the concern in his gaze doesn’t compare to the worry he actually feels. Virtual or not... he is a very protective father.] … could you tell me if there are children brought here, too?

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[Haruka sighs deeply, mind wandering to all the possibilities. It’s impossible to feel relaxed, no matter what he’s told. His family needs him, the things he has tried desperately to protect them from with all of his strength a very real threat now. Who is friend, who can be trusted among the number of supposed criminals wandering this dome.

If they aren’t here, he’s okay with that. Juri and Kaname will be all right. Yuuki will be fine, too, with her mother and brother with her. It’s the worry that they might be here that keeps his feet moving, long after unusual fatigue has set in. Being without even his basic speed and endurance is such a hindrance…

The lonely pureblood puppy wanders through sector 4 (Yuuki would love the ice cream shop!), content in the orange jumpsuit until he finds out, one way or another, if his family is safe.

Looking among those walking by, he frowns, unused to actually wanting to get attention, unsure of who is appropriate to approach. It’s hard to tell who is a good source of information. Well, he has to start somewhere!]

Do you mind if we talk for a few moments?

[His aura is gentle and expression soft. He doesn’t want to eat anyone, he swears! He’s just lonely and struggling to cope with this.]

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trappedinresin
2016-08-18 09:12 pm UTC (link)

[It isn't something Yuuki immediately picks up on. The morning has been hectic already, between her stop at the flower shop, the arrival of two children, and other responsibilities. She doesn't actively make it a habit to feel or sense the other prisoners with her, not unless it's somehow necessary. And maybe, because she has so much on her mind, she doesn't take note of the oddly nostalgic scent within the dome. Her mind is on Ai. Standing beneath the shade of an umbrella in hand, she lifts a hand up to her head.

Ai has already assured her that the events of the other day are fine. What happened is no one's fault, which is true. But it doesn't make Yuuki feel any better about it either. So even if it's something small, she'd like to do something to cheer her up. But what...?

Considering it thoughtfully, she walks absently, her mind spinning ideas. Something from home, maybe? A trinket, or anything nostalgic. Just like that scent...

Her feet come to a sudden halt when she realizes her train of thought. Scent...?

For the first time she becomes aware of a foreign presence. But... is it foreign? No- it's too familiar. Too similar to her own. Moving through the park, Yuuki follows it. She doesn't know how long it takes her to arrive, her perception of time blurring as she becomes fully absorbed into tracking down the object of her attention. But when she happens upon him, it feels sudden, so fully abrupt that she isn't prepared. Frozen, she stands beneath a grove of trees, her large brown eyes wide as she stares at the man before her for the first time in over twelve years.

How...?

Stunned, when he finally notices her himself, the umbrella falls from her fingers in disbelief. She's never even once allowed herself the belief that she would see this man again. He had died so long ago. This important, beloved individual.

Her father...]

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sharenambrella
2016-08-19 11:29 am UTC (link)

[There's a moment, brief, an instant, perhaps, where he steps towards the woman beneath the shade of that grove, relief flooding him and a name on his lips--

juri

--but it's gone the next, pausing, the heart beating in his chest in happiness now beating with suspicion, worry. At a glance, maybe, but he still can't believe, even for just an instant, that he thought this girl here is the sister and wife he so yearns to hear from. He has spent every moment possible in these last three thousand years with her, has memorized even the way the light catches in her eyes at any angle, watching over her as he has. Her hair doesn't lay right, her eyes don't speak the confidence or happiness he would expect Juri to have upon seeing him again and her posture...

It washes away, the height of his emotions and the turmoil within. The only Kuran family he's aware of are those he has close ties with, and the one who he sent away before Juri could kill, so they might never be faced with his atrocities again. 'Virtual prison', he remembers, so maybe they're trying to conjure something to keep him docile.

He doesn't tear his eyes away, not for a moment.]

Who are you?

[Haruka is the last person who wants to cause trouble, but he's guarded, the circumstances before his arrival not ideal, let alone now, and he's not eager to take chances.]

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trappedinresin
2016-08-19 03:52 pm UTC (link)

[For all of how long she stands in near stunned disbelief, no amount of time could prepare her for his first words in twelve years.

'Who are you'.

A stricken look of shocked pain reads easily upon her face, and her stomach churns. He doesn't recognize her. And is it any wonder? No longer is she the little girl who could so easily sit upon her father's lap. She's grown, has fangs of her own now, and even has a daughter of her own. Even if their situation is so ironically similar to this.

Finally, Yuuki can fully grasp the pain Ai must have felt upon arrival, as she stares at the man who had died protecting her.

It takes all her effort to tame her emotions. Fingers curl tight to bunch within her skirt at her sides, and she swallows thickly.]

I'm someone close to you. [If he'll believe it. Please believe it, no matter how unbelievable it may sound. Her bangs dip over her eyes, and she draws a steadying breath. She can't just jump into things. It wont make sense, no matter what point in time he's been drawn from. She doesn't even know if he's had children yet.]

Time... doesn't work the same here in Marina. Events move forward in a linear pattern from day to day, but the people can all change.[It doesn't make sense. She knows it doesn't yet. How can she make him understand and believe her?]

Maybe it's easier to think of it like a storybook. All of us are characters within a story and Marina is a world outside of our universe. At any point you can flip the book open, to the beginning, the middle, or even the end.

[Her fingers shake, knuckles pulled white upon the skirt of her dress. He'll recognize her. She wants to believe that he'll have to. That, at the very least, once the weight upon his ankle has been released, he'll know her-- the scent of his daughter. Or has even that changed over the year?]

If you can think of it like that-- the ones responsible for this place often open up many different books, and draw people into their prison here. But sometimes, they revisit the same book. But they don't always open it up to the same page.

[She lifts a hand up to her chest. Does he understand?]

I am from your same book. But if you don't recognize who I am, it's because I must be from farther along in the story than you.

[Glancing up to him, she swallows thickly, her grip so tight just to keep from trembling.]

. . . By your point in the story... is there actually four people living beneath that manor?

[Or is it possible that he's some thousand years before that time, too...]

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sharenambrella
2016-08-19 05:44 pm UTC (link)

[The flow of time has always been an issue for the purebloods. It can be wearisome, a flow that never seems to go anywhere, stagnant, until that stagnancy wears on even the strongest soul. He's been lucky, having something to combat the monotony of a never-ending life.

The explanation is an odd one, but he supposes, in those words, it's relatively easier to understand what she means, even if it doesn't seem possible and much like a fairy tale, itself.

Haruka listens to her words as much as he watches her body language. How he knows who is trustworthy is from those who don't read as vultures, those who are genuine, and he wonders how many people actually know they give so much away from the movement of their hands and the position of their bodies as they speak. How many know that the cautious, quiet husband to the fiery Juri can tell just what they want the moment he strolls into a room? It's not perfect, no, scent helps too, but right now, all he has are his eyes that seek out every movement they can through his steady gaze and ears that try and pick up every tone of voice that is humanly possible.

If there was ever a time to want his abilities and strengths, this would be it.

Maybe it's because she does bear resemblance to Juri, or because this is how he imagined Yuuki would look, all grown. Maybe because he's alone, and it's been so long since he's ever felt that way that it's an unbearable thing that claws away at his insides and he wants to embrace something familiar before it's gone.]

If you're asking that, then you already know.

[Four people, one that should be a secret, but one he's well aware that these people likely know.

Haruka, for his part, is still calm, collected, keeping his thoughts to himself. His suspicions lie beneath the surface, and he doubts he can confirm anything at the moment, until he gets those simple, basic things back that would make this so much easier.

Whoever this is, she knows of what they hide. 'Someone close to him'...]

Tell me, then. From what point in my story do you come from?

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trappedinresin
2016-08-19 07:16 pm UTC (link)

[Her heart pounds exceedingly fast. Rather than explain, she simply wants to run to him, and crush him in a hug so tight that he can't let go from. She wants him to tell her that he loves her. That she's his little girl and always be, no matter that it's so many years later.

She wants to tell him about her life, while at the same time she's so terrified that he'll be disappointed. And all at the same time, she can't bare to tell him that from her present day and age, she's the only Kuran left, with the exception of her daughter, Ai.]

Seventeen years after the first day you realized you had a baby daughter.

[She starts out with a watery smile. Her words are careful, because she has nothing she can offer him in the way of what his future would be.] And I've grown up healthy and strong, thanks to Oniisama, Okaasama, and- [Her eyes lift again, anxiously catching his gaze.] thanks to everything you did for me too, Otousama.

[There's no denying what it is she's trying to say.]

It's really me, father. It's Yuuki.

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	Of course. [Approaching the local pink-haired princess sounds like a great idea! She stops and looks at him warmly before a hint of recognition blossoms in her expression.] You look familiar. ...Kaname? (Reply to this) (Thread)