[ he is not presented with what should be inside of a shrine!! no, this is a dingy, dark room, lit by a single lamp. there's a fat stack of cash on the table, jewels and diamonds, and a woman holding a gun.
at kara's entrance, the scene itself has stopped, utterly frozen in time.
a bullet hovers in the center of the room, fired from the panicky, well dressed woman.
standing directly in front of the demonic ookurikara is that same version of xie lian, easily recognizable from his stature, the color of his hair, the white ribbon he wears in his bun even as a priest. he's midway through lunging forward, hand at his belt to grab what must be his own gun. well dressed, still giving off that same aura of decisiveness, the opposite of the goofy priest on the mountain.
what might be more distressing is that other version of ookurikara, the one with the tattoo. still no demonic features. he's frozen in time just as the others are, but he's got his arm out and is lunging forward, too. in fact, his body is just slightly edged in front of xie lian's. if the dragon kara reaches out, if he even breathes--
the scene comes right back to life.
the bullet rips out of the gun and continues its deadly, unavoidable path forward, the bodyguard grabs xie lian, and shoves him out of the way of a bullet that was meant to kill him. xie lian's horrified scream of -- ] Kara! [ is unmistakable, and there's the sound of a body hitting the ground.
the dream glitches out, magical and strange (and the worst possible outcome of a situation that luckily only presented itself in a nightmare), but in the blink of an eye the woman is dispatched, dead with a bullet between her eyebrows. xie lian is crumpled over on the floor, the other ookurikara supported on his arm, his free hand to the bullet wound on this bodyguard--on one of xie lian's most trusted people, his confidant, his ally, his friend, and his voice rings through the room panicked, terrified, not you too, not you too, kara, kara, stay with me--!! ]
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at kara's entrance, the scene itself has stopped, utterly frozen in time.
a bullet hovers in the center of the room, fired from the panicky, well dressed woman.
standing directly in front of the demonic ookurikara is that same version of xie lian, easily recognizable from his stature, the color of his hair, the white ribbon he wears in his bun even as a priest. he's midway through lunging forward, hand at his belt to grab what must be his own gun. well dressed, still giving off that same aura of decisiveness, the opposite of the goofy priest on the mountain.
what might be more distressing is that other version of ookurikara, the one with the tattoo. still no demonic features. he's frozen in time just as the others are, but he's got his arm out and is lunging forward, too. in fact, his body is just slightly edged in front of xie lian's. if the dragon kara reaches out, if he even breathes--
the scene comes right back to life.
the bullet rips out of the gun and continues its deadly, unavoidable path forward, the bodyguard grabs xie lian, and shoves him out of the way of a bullet that was meant to kill him. xie lian's horrified scream of -- ] Kara! [ is unmistakable, and there's the sound of a body hitting the ground.
the dream glitches out, magical and strange (and the worst possible outcome of a situation that luckily only presented itself in a nightmare), but in the blink of an eye the woman is dispatched, dead with a bullet between her eyebrows. xie lian is crumpled over on the floor, the other ookurikara supported on his arm, his free hand to the bullet wound on this bodyguard--on one of xie lian's most trusted people, his confidant, his ally, his friend, and his voice rings through the room panicked, terrified, not you too, not you too, kara, kara, stay with me--!! ]