[The weird environment itself doesn't faze him; Kurama had seen a lot of weird places in his lifetime. However, the recently instated Composer is not having a good time with the jumbled mess of frequencies screeching across his other senses. It's headache-inducing and grinds against nerves already on edge from the odd, maroon light.
He leaves his shoes on the sand as he steps into the shallow water closest to the beach, kneeling down to splash his face. It's cold but that's just what his head needs at the moment.
Except that is when the clouds creep across the sun and everything darkens. He knows it isn't blood, the smell is wrong, the feel, everything, it's just red water but it looks like blood, blood on his hands, his face, blood soaking his clothes and pulling him down with the weight of his own sins-
No. Self-preservation kicks in with a sharp burst of clarity; he isn't being pulled down, he is slumping with weakness as his energy is drained away.
Kurama throws himself backward out of the water, falling onto the damp sand and pulling himself far enough that the water no longer touches him. But the burst of movement leaves him exhausted and sprawled limply on the beach.
Which might worry anyone who finds him, since he is too drained to bother with anything as pointlessly habitual as breathing.]
[Option 2] Landshark...not actually the weirdest thing this month.
[Kurama notices the fin. Of course he notices the fin. He just chooses, initially, to give the fin a chance to choose a different course in life.
For example, a course that will allow it to continue having a life.
Sadly, as is par for the course in his life, his willingness to offer a chance to live is taken as a chance to attack, instead. The massive shark lunges out of the sand, toothy maw gaping wide as it goes for him.
Except Kurama jumps, one foot landing hard on the shark's snout and propelling him higher. Technically he doesn't need to, but being able to fly isn't trained into his muscle memory yet. He reaches into his hair and pulls out a rose.]
Rose Whip!
[The flower shimmers into a long, thorned whip. The rapid series of lashes that follow leave the shark's corpse in pieces on the sand as Kurama lands lightly. His expression turns quizzical as he picks up a piece of heart-shaped candy and sniffs lightly at the pieces of shark.]
Kurama | Yu Yu Hakusho/ 15 Strangers CRAU
[The weird environment itself doesn't faze him; Kurama had seen a lot of weird places in his lifetime. However, the recently instated Composer is not having a good time with the jumbled mess of frequencies screeching across his other senses. It's headache-inducing and grinds against nerves already on edge from the odd, maroon light.
He leaves his shoes on the sand as he steps into the shallow water closest to the beach, kneeling down to splash his face. It's cold but that's just what his head needs at the moment.
Except that is when the clouds creep across the sun and everything darkens. He knows it isn't blood, the smell is wrong, the feel, everything, it's just red water but it looks like blood, blood on his hands, his face, blood soaking his clothes and pulling him down with the weight of his own sins-
No. Self-preservation kicks in with a sharp burst of clarity; he isn't being pulled down, he is slumping with weakness as his energy is drained away.
Kurama throws himself backward out of the water, falling onto the damp sand and pulling himself far enough that the water no longer touches him. But the burst of movement leaves him exhausted and sprawled limply on the beach.
Which might worry anyone who finds him, since he is too drained to bother with anything as pointlessly habitual as breathing.]
[Option 2] Landshark...not actually the weirdest thing this month.
[Kurama notices the fin. Of course he notices the fin. He just chooses, initially, to give the fin a chance to choose a different course in life.
For example, a course that will allow it to continue having a life.
Sadly, as is par for the course in his life, his willingness to offer a chance to live is taken as a chance to attack, instead. The massive shark lunges out of the sand, toothy maw gaping wide as it goes for him.
Except Kurama jumps, one foot landing hard on the shark's snout and propelling him higher. Technically he doesn't need to, but being able to fly isn't trained into his muscle memory yet. He reaches into his hair and pulls out a rose.]
Rose Whip!
[The flower shimmers into a long, thorned whip. The rapid series of lashes that follow leave the shark's corpse in pieces on the sand as Kurama lands lightly. His expression turns quizzical as he picks up a piece of heart-shaped candy and sniffs lightly at the pieces of shark.]
Why does this smell like chocolate?