As Ms. Rode took her slice of cake, she dropped it shortly after upon hearing Gren's words. However, she was able to react quickly enough to twist and catch it. Kuhaku's ears and tail perked up, he was impressed by her reflexes. It wasn't often you saw a human with quick reflexes like that. She looked to be in pain as she stood up slowly. He frowned and looked down at his body as he ate his slice of cake. Aside from a few scratches, cuts, and bruises that were nearly completely healed, he looked and felt fine. Whatever happened between the four of them, he apparently made it out in a lot better shape than Ms. Rode. Sure, he was a little achy and sore, but he wasn't in outright pain like she was. Despite how Kuhaku may look, he is a scrappy and tough individual.
"Excuse me?" her voice tinged with disbelief.
"We passed? But that battle was a complete disaster, by all rights half the team should be dead."
"Battle?..." Kuhaku blinked.
"Relax. You're still injured, but you're also alive. I'll explain what had happened the best I can." the armored creature said.
The Creature walked over to Kuhaku's bed and neatened it for him, pulling the IV close to him. He looked up at the armored creature, looking a bit lost. Did he intend for him to lay back down and put the IV back in? The creature did the same for Ms. Rode, finally pulling up a chair to sit down to explain what happened.
"First, I'll start my reintroducing myself and each other. It seems that Shiro has... Forgotten, so forgive me for speaking about anything redundant."
Kuhaku's vision started to fade in and out. A gradually intensifying high-pitched whine irritating him, his ears twitching furiously.
"I am Gren Orchid, boar faunas, also known as a-..."
"Gren...?
His head started to ache. The whining sound deafened him, his hearing going in and out. Allowing him to only hear bits and pieces of what Gren was saying.
"...we later met with Abel Fulgurate..."
"Abel..."
As Gren continued explaining what happened before, Kuhaku's condition deteriorated. His vision failed him, becoming partially blind. His golden hazel eyes glazed over. The incessant high-pitched whine deafened him completely. His head felt as though it were in tightening vice grip, feeling as though it were splitting apart. Placing a hand on his forehead, he closed his eyes.
"Ugh..."
Unable to finish the remainder of his cake, he carefully set his fork down onto the plate and looked over at the nearby nightstand. Lifting his shaking hands, he reached over to try and set it aside.
"...Shiro's semblance. He had used it to help me..."
"...So I did use it..."
His shaking became uncontrollable, the plate of cake slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. The plate shattered, the fork clattered musically against the ground. Something willed him to move. He suddenly had an intense urge to leave the infirmary, not that he enjoyed his time there. Uncurling his legs, he stood and instantly crumpled to the ground with a thud. Reaching up, he grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up.
"I have to leave.."
He dragged himself around the bed. With his sense of smell still fully functioning, he located his belongings set neatly on the other side. The image of his sword and shield stood out clearly in the background of his heavily-blurred vision.
"Kladenets...Perun..."
Reaching out towards his weapons, his paw (hand) touched the face of the shield and a small amount of relief washed over him. Though made of cold metal, it radiated a faint warmth to Kuhaku.
"I can't stay here."
He pulled the sword and shield close to his chest, embracing them.
"I'll lose everything. I have to-...while I can still move..."
He shook his head, but that made things worse. The room felt as though it were spinning, making him feel sick.
Noticing the bandages on his arms, he began to growl softly. Letting go to look at his hands, the weapons fell clanging loudly against the ground.
"What am I wearing?"
He looked at his body and pulled at the hospital clothing he had on.
"Where...am I?"
He looked around at the room, eyes still glazed over and partially blind. The deafening ringing in his ears driving him mad. He was wearing hospital clothes. It smelled like a hospital. He strongly dislikes hospitals. They reminded him too much of the time when he was found. The chemical smells and bright lights. The sterility of it all.
"I have to hurry. I have to get out of here."
Growling, he tore off the hospital clothing that was given to him, throwing it against the wall. Grabbing at the neatly folded pile of his clothing, he was amazingly able to somehow redress himself. Snatching up the fallen weapons, he rammed the sword into a compartment within the shield and sheathed it. The sword locked into place in the shield with a click-click. Slinging the combined pair onto his back, he stumbled to his feet. Slamming into the nearest wall, he stood for a moment leaning against it.
"Wait, I made a mess right? I need to clean it u-"
The high-pitched whining grew louder, his head feeling as though it were fit to burst. Shutting his eyes tight, he placed his hands on his head and gritted his fangs (teeth). He slid to the ground, on his knees.
"M-my name is Kuhaku Shiro. I am 17 years old. I am a White Tiger Faunus. My parents were legendary Hunters. My mother's sword is Kladenets. My father's shield is Perun..." He repeated over and over in his head, clinging to his thoughts to prevent them from running away from him. Slowly, as the pain subsided slightly, he opened his eyes and froze in fear at what he saw. They were people. No, they were shadows. They were something. Sapphire, Gren, and Abel were gone. In their place were what Kuhaku called the Shadow Men, and they chased him ever since he was little. Following him, invading his nightmares, always there. Always just watching. He never knew what they were or what they wanted from him. They were looking at him, though not really. They had no eyes or any other physical features. Just thick, black clouds that vaguely resembled a person. They were whispering something to him or at him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. They always appeared whenever he lost more of his memory. Just exactly how many times did he use his Semblance? He always thought the Shadow Men were the things that took his precious memories from them. All he knew was that he was scared of them.
Scrambling backwards, he tried to press his body into the wall his back was against. He looked at their large forms with absolute terror and horror as they came closer to him. That's right, they were why he got the feeling that he needed to leave. They were coming for him. Eyes wide, chest heaving as he panted raggedly, he desperately sought an escape. But, he was trapped in a room with them now. They'll get him now. They'll steal more of his beloved memories. Sniffing, he smelled the clean outside air. Focusing on that scent, he blinked furiously. In a moment of clarity, he saw his way out.
An open window.
Bringing in his knees to press against the wall, he went for it. With one powerful heave, he lunged towards the window and cleared it. Crashing into the ground and vegetation, he rolled and tumbled a small distance. Shaking dirt and leaves from his white fur (hair) he looked up to see the Shadow Men at the window. He gave them a look of fear as he turned away from them. On all fours, he broke into a sprint. Running as far and as fast as he could, to get away. He tore through the school's campus, his vision degraded into a narrow tunnel.
As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He blinked furiously to clear them away.
"Don't forget. Don't forget. Don't forget..." he repeated to himself quietly in between breaths as he bounded away from the Shadow Men.
"I must've seemed so weak."
As he ran, he was confused as to why that thought creeped into his pounding mind.
After a few minutes of sprinting, his healing body could take no more and he crashed into some shrubs. Breathing hard, he looked over his shoulder. No Shadow Men. He could see the building he was in off in the distance. Unmoving, he decided the ground was comfortable enough for a short break. Calming his breathing, he closed his eyes. His head still buzzed painfully.
He decided he would rest here, wherever he was.
He quickly fell asleep, hidden there in the greenery.
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Yeah, Gren is going to fi d a way to fix that. Like some sort of memory chip or something.Tiger boy may be fond of technology and weapons, but he's not going to like artificial parts implanted into him. Anyways, I'll be posting soon.
Well Gren is his partner. That's pretty close.Not that he'll ever remember their first encounter. Each 'reset' and everyone becomes someone new to him! Bwahahahaha! I'm leaving some memories irreparable and others able to be restored. Because I fucking can and want to. xD
I'm kind of wondering if Beacon has their own tournaments other than combat. Maybe soccer, basketball... even tennis?That was hilarious.
Genie is going to get eaten.Straight up.
Not his fault his Semblance 'fries his brain' xDDNot really in Sapphire's personality to care, no offense but she kind of thinks Shiro is mentally challenged, put nicely.How can you ever put that nicely? Lol. Poor Shiro. </3
Hey Lug I was wondering, obviously this wouldn't happen now given the state of Sapphire's nerves but at some point in the future could Sapphire's Father visit the school for a series of specialized lectures or something? I think that would be a good twist for her and it would bring out a side of her personality that her teammates aren't used to seeing which in turn could lead to a great deal of bonding and character development. It's a bit soon now to do it but sometime in the future once things get a bit more ordered.To add, Kuhaku's memory can be partially restored. So if any of the other teammates are so inclined to help him restore his memory, they can try and find ways how to.
An ear perked up whenever a student slammed his hands onto a table, nearly shattering it.
Pausing his work, Kuhaku looked up to see who it was.
He struggled not to make a face when he saw it was the human.
"I've had enough of this. Are you saying this class is for fooling around? We are to be the future Hunters and Huntresses to protect the world, and you having us doing arts and crafts?!?"
"Good point." He agreed in silence, nodding slightly.
The human then stood up and left towards the door.
"I'm going to do something more worthwhile with my time."
Kuhaku lazily turned to see how the professor would react.
The other students were contemplating the same thing, it seemed.
"If you agree, then you may go with him." he answered.
"Sweet."
"While its true this class doesn't teach much in the ways of combat, I feel it is still important in the lives of all to have some relief of dread from battle. This class isn't to prepare you for combat, its to relieve you of stress from combat. If you think you are better off without this, then you may follow after him."
Kuhaku agreed with the professor to some extent about the necessity of decompressing after the experiencing the rigors of war, but to dedicate an entire classroom period for it? No, thanks. He could finish his weapon alterations some other time and find better use of his energy elsewhere. Gathering up his things, it didn't take him long to decide on his next course of action. Slinging his stolen bag over his shoulder, he stood and turned. Leaving without a word. He could probably use this time to go to the gym in the morning. Shower. Sleep more, Eat breakfast. Hell, anything else. If he could help it, he probably would not be attending 'Arts & Crafts' anymore unless required of him to. Opening the door to the classroom, he quietly walked out and quietly closed the door behind him. He intended on dropping off his things and changing over to go to the gym. That sounded nice.
She gave him an incredulous look after he finished speaking.
Another moment of uneasy silence between them.
He had the feeling he said or did something wrong, again.
"Uh...Did I say something wrong? Heh.."
At that moment, his ears and tail perked up. Detecting approaching footsteps at the entrance to the infirmary. He didn't expect what came next as the door was practically thrown open, causing him to whirl in place and take a combative stance. Ears pinned back, tail straight and erect, he squatted low and his stubby black claws stabbed through the bandages on his arms. Seeing the large, hulking frame of another stranger come through the door caused him to stop and shrink a little. The young man stopped in the door frame, wide eyes flitting from him and Ms. Rode as if he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time.
"...hey there," the large young man said after a few moments of silence.
He came into the room, leaving the door open behind him.
"Good to, uh, see you guys are okay."
"Does he know me too?..."
Kuhaku cleared his throat and straightened up, forcing himself to relax. His claws retracted and tail resumed its agitated swaying. He didn't know why he was so jumpy. He chalked it up to his frayed nerves.
"Oh yeah," Ms. Rode spoke up in response to the newcomer.
"We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We're sooooo totally fine right now." she practically spat at him, venom etched into her words.
"Furball? he frowned.
Again with the unnecessary remarks.
Kuhaku quietly sniffed at the air. He got the feeling that her wounds were deeper than what she had mentioned. Deeper underlying scars. Maybe he pushed it too far by trying to interact with her. He would leave her be and give her deserved space. She didn't seem to be very happy with the whole situation as it stood, much less very friendly. During his youth, he learned it prudent to leave those kinds of people alone until they decided to come out of their shell. Whenever that may be, if at all. Maybe it would be something that could only come with time.
"Right then," the young man spat in return, circling them and taking a seat in a chair.
"Taking it back. Not glad at all." he ended.
Kuhaku's frame shrunk a little as he looked from Ms. Rode to this stranger. There was a lot of bad blood going on here and it made him visibly uncomfortable. It was hard for him to make sense of anything that was going on. It was hard for him to remain positive.
"Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." a booming voice said as a heavily armored...thing stepped into the room from a freakin' open window.
Kuhaku nearly had a heart attack and bolted from the room, but froze in his tracks.
"WHOA! What the hell is...WAY BIG!" he slowly inched towards the nearest wall, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face.
If he wasn't uncomfortable before, he sure as hell was now. Looking from the armored person to the other large stranger, he felt horribly small. He didn't like people or things that were larger than him. It made him feel subconscious of his svelte, feminine body. He had seen and known other Tiger Faunus and they were fortunate enough to be gifted with bulky, muscular bodies. He hadn't been as lucky when he was born, sad to say. Though, he was equally as strong and fast if not faster than his counterparts. He was tall, for sure. 5'11. Though not stick thin at 180 Ibs of solid, lean muscle. He just wished his body would allow him to be more 'beefy'.
He watched the armored stranger with wary eyes as he walked about, placing flowers in a vase and opening a box to reveal...a cake. Eyes and ears perking up, this stranger came bearing gifts. He started to slowly relax and wandered a few steps closer, away from the wall. The armored stranger moved about, rustling around for utensils as he then began to cut the cake he brought.
"Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." He said as he handed the other stranger a slice of cake.
"Fulgurate? Is that his name?" he looked at the seated stranger.
"Wait, how does he know my first name? Damn it, does he know me too?" his face slowly sagged into one of intense, hidden sorrow.
At that moment, the large armored whatever-he-was, approached him and handed him a slice of cake. Reaching out for it, he looked up at the moving suit of armor and back at the cake.
"For me?" his eyes asked.
The suit of armor then smiled at him, and he reciprocated it in kind. His face immediately brightening. He determined this creature to be friendly and graciously accepted the cake.
"Thank you." he was grateful. However long he was out for, he was sure as hell starving by now.
"Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." he motioned towards Kuhaku's mostly bandaged arms.
Blinking, he looked at the site of the IV and looked up, grinning and ruffling his white fur (hair) in response. The moving suit of armor then walked over to Ms. Rode and handed her a slice.
"He called me 'partner'..." he mulled over that comment for a while.
As he returned to his hospital bed to plop his behind onto it, he curled his legs underneath him indian-style and took a bite of the cake. His ears and tail perked up, it was delicious. Swallowing the bite, he looked at everyone in the room and wondered with bright eyes as he posed his next question.
"I'm sorry everyone, but...Do I know all of you? Do all of you know me?"
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