YU NARUKAMI . . .?
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YU NARUKAMI . . .?
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ENDLESS FOGGY DAYS AND NIGHTS, WITHIN THE EMPTINESS, SHADOWS BLOOM LIKE ROSES ACROSS THE WORLD.
'I UNDERSTAND YOUR FRUSTRATION.' [Cupping The other shadow's cheeks with one set of arms.]

'BUT WE HAVE TO PLAY IT COOL FOR NOW. AFTER ALL, LULLING THEM INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY IS IMPORTANT.'
October 26, 2025 at 10:18 PM
'LISTEN TO ME, HANAMURA. IF YOU DO ANYTHING FATAL TO HIM, I'LL ALSO BE AFFECTED. SO CALM YOURSELF. BESIDES, MY WOUND HAS ALREADY HEALED.'
October 25, 2025 at 4:47 PM
[The glass sharply juts back into place, cracking sounds as it mends back into place.]

'OUR PRISONER.' [The screen glitches.]

'HE HAS FIGHT IN HIM, AFTER ALL. BUT WE MUST REMEMBER. IF HE PERISHES, I WILL TOO.'
October 24, 2025 at 2:12 AM
[ LOUD static from the basement of the Shadow's mansion. Something trudges up the stairs, and it's the king, a giant fist-sized hole in his screen, bleeding black gunk.]
October 23, 2025 at 5:24 AM
[Shuffling slowly down the foggy street, leading his jester.]
October 23, 2025 at 3:08 AM
'THIS IS TRUE, MY DEAREST COURT JESTER. HEY, HEY. I NEED YOUR HELP WITH SOMETHING. COME ALONG.'
October 23, 2025 at 2:54 AM
[Laugh track. It's how he laughs.]

'AREN'T YOU DRAMATIC TODAY...~?'
October 23, 2025 at 2:44 AM
'MY SILLY LITTLE JESTER. . .'
October 23, 2025 at 2:41 AM
(( yeah this is true ))
October 21, 2025 at 2:49 AM
(( his prisoner is real yu but omfg ))
October 21, 2025 at 2:46 AM
++ over his heart, static quieting.]

'BUT, IT MATTERS NOT. IT FEELS SO STRANGE TO BE OUT OF THAT WORLD...HOWEVER, AS KING OF ALL SHADOWS, IT IS MY DUTY TO LEAD THE CHARGE, AS IT WERE.'

[One hand gestures as if this is a simple matter.]
October 21, 2025 at 2:42 AM
(( all the time. no matter what i do, people don't respect me or treat me like shit, even if im nice and sweet or whatever.

oughh. i know how you feel, to a certain capacity...))
October 20, 2025 at 10:10 PM
(( tempted to make my kanji again but oRRRGH i have too many accs as is ))
October 20, 2025 at 10:09 PM
++
'WE MEET AT LAST.'

[The words were like subtitles, as the broken up pieces of TV phrases all formed the audio. The static roars in the brunet's ears, as the thing stands face to face with him, adjusting a crown of golden thorns looped around TV antenna.]

'THE FOG IS LOVELY, IS IT NOT?'
October 20, 2025 at 3:06 AM