Log: Incomplete

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When: April 6, evening
Rating: R
Characters: Pyramid Head [redhorror] and Kurama [banditfox]
Summary: Kurama does his best to ignore unwelcome ghosts by investigating the recent kidnappings.
Log:

When Hiei had asked if Kurama intended to do anything about the Red God, the kitsune had easily evaded the question by turning it instead on Hiei. There had been a time when he honestly would not have cared what the creature did so long as it did not interfere with his own plans or the lives he valued.

Kurama doubted that he would be of much help alone, but perhaps seeking out and examining the scenes of the kidnappings would yield something useful. Besides, it gave him something to focus on besides the apparitions of his human mother and the two partners he had betrayed. He had hoped that leaving the apartment might at least cause them to change the topic of conversation, but now Yomi was speaking to Shiori of the brutal killings that had helped build Kurama's reputation.

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Though the woods are lovely, dark and deep
I have miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

Subtly at first, then perhaps more noticeably, the sounds of the City entire began to fade into silence.

The occasional streetlight began, one by one, to become choked off with a crawling, consuming darkness.

It seemed to come from one manhole cover to the next. Spreading like a living stain.....as though it had been close by all along, and only now sought out the kitsune.

The darkness spread, and deepened until nothing beyond the pool of light caste by a single street light became the only perceivable amount of space within the darkened city streets.

At the very edges of this caste light the darkness moved; shifted, melted, stretched and ran.
The writhing mass then coalesced into a form.

The monster jerked, and twitched, but seemed otherwise unphased as it raised itself to it's feet. Turning back, it drew forth it's nine-foot steel blade from the darkness beyond.

The blade hit the concrete with a reverberating, mettalic thud, and the Executioner set off, the tell-tale scream and grind of his slow gait heralding his arrival; Relentless, remorseless.

The Red Pyramid, Right Hand, Great Blade.
He lived in it, moved through it, was a part of it.
...And this night there was much work to be done...
Through the darkness, the massive metal helm turned toward Kurama

The call and response of the condemned.

Betrayer

Murderer

Guilty

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Kurama's rose whip was in hand well before the creature came. He had no intention of running, but the ghosts beside him were more distraction than he cared for.

You're not strong enough, Yomi taunted. You've forsaken yourself, just like you've forsaken everything.

Go with him, his mother urged. I don't want you. You stole the boy I should have known.

Go ahead, Kurama. Run. Kuronoe sneered as he whispered the words in his old friend's ear. Leave the people who need you and save your own skin.

The kitsune pressed his lips into a thin, determined line and stepped forward to meet the so-called Red God.

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The Red Guard advanced, but never broke the halting, slow pace.

*Thump...scrrreeeeeccchh..* As the blade through sparks against the rough stone.

*Thump...Scrrreeeeecchh..* His grey-skinned, gnarled right hand extended to point at the condemned.
He does not speak, for he has forgotten how, but that pointing hand says enough.

It tells of the secrets that the condemned holds, and the foreboding promise to make good on those pleas for redemption.

The pointing hand says; It is your turn, now

The darkness was clamoring in many-tongued silence.
It whispered to itself, and the condemned about things unknown, unremembered.
The fear. The guilt. The pain that Kurama had inflicted on so many.

Like increasing air pressure, these things crowded the mind, seeking a call and response.

The helmet swiveled to regard the lonely light along the street.
Yet, the Executioner was a thing of darkness, and where darkness held sway, so did he.

Blackness so profound, it shamed even the cold night sky opened before the relentless, halting gait of the Executioner.
Stepping into one side of shadow, the monster stepped out again through another.

Time and space were nothing but perception. Perception, can be altered easily, and thus the Red Guard could alter, and be altered as well.
Without a perceivable change in pace, the Executioner moved from off the street, to the edge of the crawling, decaying darkness that seeped through the shadow Kurama cast to appear like ash gathering into a hulking form.

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Kurama! Kurama! Yomi's cries came to Kurama's ears as if he had only just been blinded, as if the fox were again watching the youkai who had trusted and admired him crawl helplessly on the forest floor, blood streaming from his ruined eyes. Regret washed over the kitsune, stronger than it had been back then, because now Kurama knew what it was to be human. Humans knew regret far better than youkai. He shook his head and tried to push away the memory. He and Yomi had resolved their differences, in their own way ... hadn't they?

The creature's appearance directly in front of him caught Kurama off guard. There was no room to swing the rose whip, and his own doubt in the veracity of Yomi's renewed friendship caused him to hesitate longer than was entirely wise. Belatedly, he shrank the whip into a blade and struck at the creature.