Floor 4, Room 2

[dadsandals]

YAMATO

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a day after the return from central mission

[revengier]

[ Knock knock. Are you there, Yamato? There's a sharp two knocks at his door. ]

It's Kurapika. Would you like to hear about the mission?

[dadsandals]

[ Oh, hey there. ]

Sure, come on in. You alright?

[revengier]

[ In typical Kurapika fashion, he completely ignores the question as he walks into Yamato's room. ]

Have you ever been ghost hunting?

[dadsandals]

No. Is that what you did?

[ What a strange mission. He shuts the door behind him. ]

[revengier]

More or less. We had to cleanse an object that was causing a ghost problem.

[ He gives Yamato's room a cursory look... anywhere he can sit other than the bed? ]

[dadsandals]

What came of it?

[ Yes! There is a white chair off to the side he can sit on. Yamato will take the bed. ]

[revengier]

[ He doesn't take the chair just yet, peeking around at what else Yamato has decorated his room with... ]

We cleansed it. I believe it's similar to what the Southern wizards brought back with them. It's a large rock, around the size of a house cat.

[dadsandals]

[ There is a table. The table is new. :) ]

Another moon rock, maybe? I think it's another hint.

[revengier]

[ He looks down at the table, regarding it curiously. Interesting!! ]

Mm, I think so as well. I would expect for you to find one should you get called out on a mission as well.

[dadsandals]

I'm expecting it, too.

[ But more importantly: ]

You're okay, right?

[revengier]

...I'm fine. Just tired.

[ And it's true—he expended a lot of energy on cleansing that rock, and it left him feeling empty and exhausted.

Ah.

But that isn't all, is it? No, it's not. There's something wrong. Something very, very wrong. Kurapika reaches for the chair, hand settling atop the back—

And he hisses in pain, bringing a hand up to his head as he nearly doubles over with the sharp ache in his temples. ]

[dadsandals]

Kura-!

[ Shit. Yamato catches him and holds him by his shoulders. He's not great with healing magic, and he's not quite sure what Kurapika needs right now, so. ]

What's going on? I can take you to someone who can heal you, do you need it?

[revengier]

[ He's thankful for Yamato catching him, and he looks up to thank him, except...

Except he can't exactly look at Yamato. He can't look at anything, his vision dark and his eyes focusing on some point over Yamato's shoulder rather than his face. If Yamato can even tell, that is, given that Kurapika's irises and sclera have turned a bright, brilliant red. ]

I don't think... healing can make a difference, Yamato.

[ He speaks through gritted teeth, reaching for where he thinks Yamato's forearm might be so he can have some kind of purchase. ]

[dadsandals]

[ This is troubling, to say the very least. There's something definitely wrong here and Yamato does NOT like it. He doesn't let go. He won't. Not now. Kura needs it. ]

What do you need me to do?

[revengier]

I don't think... there's anything you can do.

[ He sounds resolute in this fact. ]

[dadsandals]

Then I'll be here. Right here. I won't leave.

[ He's not leaving him to suffer. ]

[revengier]

[ His grip on Yamato's arm tightens for just a moment before relaxing. ]

...You're a good friend, you know.

[dadsandals]

Anyone with good morals wouldn't leave you.

[ TSUN... ]

You can stay here for the night if you need surveillance. I don't mind.

[revengier]

[ That actually makes him smile, despite everything. ]

This will fade. It happened last night too.

[ This is just a thing that happens to him now. ]

[dadsandals]

Do you know what it is, exactly?

[ does he see dead people now ]

cw eye horror

[revengier]

A punishment, probably. It feels like one.

[ It feels like mockery and it hurts. Is this what it felt like for all of his relatives? Is this what it was like having their eyes gouged out?

Is this his punishment for doing anything he could just to get those eyes back? ]

oh.

[dadsandals]

[ Yamato hears "punishment" as and mulls it over. He puts two and two together. ]

You... [ Holy shit. ] Kura - your eyes. They turned red.

[revengier]

What kind of red? Describe it to me.

[ They're a beautiful, almost radiant, scarlet. It's the sort of color that would be coveted if it were a precious stone.

Yet, it's unsettling. The color covers the entire of his eyes, whites and all. ]

[dadsandals]

They're ... scarlet, to be frank. The entirety of your eyes are red.

[ This isn't good. Kurapika explained this to him and now - ]

[revengier]

[ He breathes in, sharp and strained. ]

I see.

[ Is this what he gets for everything he's done? For all of his sins? ]

You know... only the irises are supposed to be red.

[ This is a mockery. ]