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Can haz crit? Please? As a note: Kanda Yuu of D.Gray-man fame, manga chapter 184. updated to chapter 189, as of Dec. 2!
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[character history / background]: here, here?
[character abilities]: oh look, same link!
In addition to the stated powers of his Innocence /blade:
♦ The Mysterious Lotus of Great Mystery: very little is known about the origin of this (rather fugly) flower; fans speculate that a curse is involved, but it can just as well be a blessing. It seems to supply Kanda (and Kanda’s Innocence) with poweeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr, and it’s been known to revive him / keep him living in very cringe-worthy situations. However, said instances usually require the loss of a lotus petal, and the decrease of the speed of his healing hereon. The (unconfirmed) implication is that once the flower has lost all of its petals, Kanda’s done for. Recent chapters have revealed that the lotus is allegedly an illusion that Kanda should no longer be clinging to, but that he nonetheless still sees.
♦ fast healing; note - he has not been shown as able to recover chopped limbs / regenerate.
♦ need for speed: he puts Duracell bunnies to shame.
These are fairly thin references / sections, providing little beyond the basics, so if they need additional details (probably), I’ll be happy to explain.
[character personality]:
Picture a very bitchy woman on constant PMS.
With no chocolate around.
Now add a sword.
Presto.
The "silent character" + "shounen hero rival" + "really stereotypical bishie" + "aaaaaaaaaaaaangst" = Kanda Yuu. Assuming there is much (if any) personality beyond these tropes is making both Kanda and his creator quite a bit of a compliment. Kanda’s profile states that he hates "too many things to write down," and the one advantage of this (relevant!) description is that they seem to hate him right back, if less vocally.
He’s enough of a bastard to look down on Finders, the Order’s members who were incompatible with Innocence and who tend to perform, er. Well. Not menial, but certainly bureaucratic, or reconnaissance tasks. It’s not a matter of rank per se, so much as the gall of idiots trying to get involved in Kanda’s oh so sacred business. (Add a HMPH and some stomping for good measure). When it comes to his job, he has the decency to pretend he’s getting the shirt ripped off his very well toned self during battoru because he’s just that into it, rather than because of secret~secret kinks; he does give his all, and he seems to be overwhelmingly loyal, if not to the Black Order, then definitely to the Black Order’s cause.
While Kanda’s a mean little woman, he’s by no means 100% oblivious. Make that 99%. Or 99.(9)%. Strangely, he’s actually more perceptive than often given credit, when it comes to Deep & Meaningful Things [TM], although it should be noted that he addresses these issues with the general subtlety of a blunt axe: he’s the one to begrudge Allen Walker his curse, his Noah heritage, and his conspicuous attempt at playing martyr; he is also the one to give Komui a well deserved push in his sister’s direction, when it’s time for very forceful bonding (now, you might think there's no way that push was literal... ); oh, and he’s the one to first try to disembowel Lavi. I mean. Just saying. Priorities.
You’d expect that someone with a 5 out of 5 on the battle sense scale would know to display some strategy, or moderation on the field - at the very least, to stop picking the God damned sword and poking random objects with possibly more fight & defense points than Kanda could ever learn to count up to. Kanda’s battle mode is pretty instinctive, and shrewd; it’s no secret that he more or less wins his battles by outcockroaching the enemy. You think you’re pissed off and stubborn and GRRRRRRRR enough not to die? Yeah? Yeah? Well, Kanda’s better. He will snarl, hiss, and show teeth until you’re down and begging. (Although, if you’re Skin Boric, please do said begging where no one else can see you, that’s gross, man.)
He’s desperate, he’s living, he’s raw, and much as he’d like to pretend otherwise, he does, in fact, give a damn about his friends. Just a very potty-mouthed damn.
If I have left the matter of the Mysterious Quest for the One Person He Must Find unaddressed, it’s... sadly because we only see him reflect on it in gruesome passing. Not much introspection you can throw in when you're busy losing a lung. There is someone out there that he’s looking for, but we have very little indication whether he’s out for blood, or a happy reunion.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Chapter 184
[journal post]:
[voice post]
Don’t - tch. Don’t get complicated.
[pause]
You. Noah woman. Digging your claws deep and running off - imbecile, you got the wrong Exorcist. Shorter. Whiter. Dumber. That’s the one you want. I’m just the one who’ll cut you into very small pieces.
[third person / log sample]:
The aftermath of the mission goes down with a bureaucratic bang.
Word around headquarters. Someone’s golem record. That Howard Link, maybe - the Central coat running dark and meek and sweet and rampant around them. Someone told on him, and now Komui’s looking, looking, looking deep and maybe there’s a hand warm, tender, biting Kanda’s shoulder, maybe it’s comfort, "Did you...?"
Because it’s grounds for court martial.
Kanda says nothing (never thinks nothing, always mumbles more than breathes, always looks a little, down, then away, then just breathing), and shrugs out of his coat, leaving the great Supervisor the timeless duty and honour of serving on him like a Finder. Walks out, when he catches their eye, when everyone (damn you), everyone (damn you to bloody hell and pieces) is watching.
Because Kanda says nothing -
Drags his sword bloodily, leaving the trace of red, "I’m done here."
- because his hand wavered, because they’re watching, because it’s court martial.
Maybe.
And the first question will be (he knows it with every beating pulse of a bone that drums strain, pain, exorcism, exertion, fuck written reports, he wants a bed), Did he mean it?
Did he mean to drive his sword into the enemy so painfully close to Allen Walker’s precious, cursed little neck? Well, did he?
Because the Order is a pile of self-righteous thugs, stolen children, the occasional martyr, and Lenalee Lee (who is her own category, really) but they don’t take well to the death of an Exorcist at the hand of another.
It’s one thing to ruffle the blunt feathers of some Finder, one of a dozen, dozen of a hundred, hundred of thousands. Everyone does it. Kanda does it. Kanda does it often.
And the people who tell them they’re worth that one bit of bread more than their salt do it even more.
(And then Kanda stretches on his very well made bed, just so, just so, and he thinks, well, it’s a horrid little life, and a very grand affair, and we’re off hitting demons and killing them plainly, and there’s dinner in your plates, hot, heavy, dinner and a bowl for seconds, and soba would be very nice now, yes, really, no need for all the salt, oh, and if it weren’t for Finders, you’d be late for the siding tonight, and he thinks some died today, and he thinks they were many, and is that tempura? Yes, he's eighteen, is that fucking tempura?)
Killing an Exorcist, that’s ground for court martial.
Threatening to do so, same.
Not that Walker would file. Bless you, Beansprout, you hungry, pathetic dog of a -
(And Kanda does that thing where he says nothing again, thinks of Howard Link, perhaps, thinks there’s cake in his coat, thinks the sweet smell of it will stick to him like plague, thinks he’ll wage war against golems, stretches on his bed some more, rests his sword against the headboard.)
- of a Noah.
The way of curses is ink on his chest, mystery and mayhem in Walker’s beast of an arm, and the sullen, ugly eyes of grey, and blond together. Gold, really. But Kanda, when sleepy (oh, but he’s sleepy, he does deserve a nap, who’s reporting? Let Beansprout report), is not one of epithets.
He is, if anything, more mathematically inclined, so the equation, between eager blinks, is simple: Allen Walker is the enemy, Allen Walker turned to - to that - Allen Walker is cursed, Allen Walker is a menace, Allen Walker - we knew - Allen Walker won’t work with them, Allen Walker is ruin, Allen Walker’s an Exorcist, and so he deserves ( and Kanda understands this perfectly, he’s kaishakunin in cheaply clothed guise) execution before Fall.
Kanda won’t suffer traitors.
And his hand fucking wavered, if you want the truth, Komui, except you won’t hear it (because rumours are just rumours), won’t really hear it (because Kanda says nothing), won’t see it (because like hell is anyone sending him up for court martial now, when they haven’t in years), won’t smell it (because the pretty tang of Beansprout’s blood when Kanda does punch him will be obscured by Howard Link’s sweet-smelling coat), won’t know it.
His hand wavered, and he’s too tired to tell if he’s sorry.
Deal with it.
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