9 ✖ text/accidental voice ✖ forward dated to late at night

[checkmychainyo]

[text//private//hackable to Killua]
Don't stay near the tombstones.
don't read them. It's a trick.

[Kurapica can tell what's happening; it's not hard to figure out, and so he wastes no time trying to send a message to Killua about it. Only, in his distress he's shirked the hackable parameters of it, as well as accidentally turned on the sound

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[voice//private//unhackable]

[coraltaijiya]

[This week? Is going to be a living nightmare. And it's already started.]

[Sango knows exactly what he is seeing, and she knows exactly how it feels. She's been lucky enough to avoid being cornered by tombstones of yet--she's seen one here and there and forced herself to look away. The tension is building and she can feel it coming, but for now she can keep it all at bay.]

[For now, when the only person she's ever known to bear the same burden is falling apart.]

Kurapica. It's a trick. You need to stop, now.

Where are you?

[not here] 1/2

[checkmychainyo]

[The PCD goes off. He can hear it faintly. He considers ignoring it completely for a moment, but then, as if hoping to distract himself from the horrors at hand, he scrambles for the PCD under the dirt.

Sango. No...this can't be right. He knows it's a trick, but...it's too real. It's his nightmares unexpectedly relived.]

[voice//private//unhackable] 2/2

[checkmychainyo]

[He only responds with a single, forceful word:]

Don't!

[voice//private//unhackable]

[coraltaijiya]

Too late.

Where are you.

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[feel_nevermore]

Kurapica? What...?

[voice//private//unhackable]

[checkmychainyo]

[He hisses in annoyance at himself for falling for this, at his own incompetence, at these bastard Animus that have gone so far.

He doesn't intend to respond; the hallucinations are competing for his attention, are warping his emotions as is, but he has to warn her, at least. She'll understand.]

Don't stay near the tombstones.

[voice//private//unhackable]

[feel_nevermore]

Why? What are they making you see? [Because he is hallucinating, that much is obvious.]

And why aren't you just following your own advice?

[voice//private//unhackable]

[checkmychainyo]

I know, but--!

[It's a hypocrisy, but he can't tear himself away. These are his brothers, and the simultaneous guilt and terror and hate of it is making him rooted to the spot. He's slowly withdrawing into himself.]

[text//private//hackable]

[kill_joo_ded]

[Killua doesn't hear the audio. He just gets the text. It doesn't take a genius to know something is wrong. He hisses a quiet curse and sends a hasty text back while he grabs a jacket.]

coordinates

[offline//not here]

[checkmychainyo]

[There's no response. Flames are growing out of the blood. Behind their walls, the shadows of familiar figures taunt him. He has to ask himself: is it a hallucination, or have the Animus really made these things real in their power?]

[offline]

[kill_joo_ded]

[Damn, that figures. Never again would he take for granted anything Heero Yuy had taught him about the PCDs. Kurapica had sent the message, so he must have his PCD with him. Even if he's moved away by now, it must be close, and it gives him a direction from which to start. Even while slamming the door shut behind him, Killua rushes to track Kurapica's PCD signal.

Graves and Kurapica never, ever mix. And if Kurapica is warning him via text rather than simply when he comes back, it's an indicator that he either can't or won't come back for a while.

He picks up his pace slightly once he catches the coordinates, and when he's near, he calls the blond's name through the fog. ]

[offline] /backtagging on old events now

[checkmychainyo]

[There's a familiar silhouette behind the flames, and Kurapica feels bile crawl up into the back of his throat like acid. He would know that shadow anywhere. It can't be; how could he have come to Adstring and none of them have known?

There's red hot revenge welling up inside him now, and as a reflex for that hatred, he summons his Nen. His chain clinks and curls beside him like a snake.

Killua's voice shouts for his name, but in the context of the hallucination, Kurapica takes it as a faraway cry, as if Killua were already captured or--. It only fuels his anger.]

Bastard!