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| If I were still Kryo | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 26 2012, 02:33 AM (196 Views) | |
| Kross | Dec 26 2012, 02:33 AM Post #1 |
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~Journal Entry 1~ Before we begin, you should know something. I'm a ghost. I'm dead, yet at the same time, I'm also alive. I can leave this body at any time, I must always return though. This, you must understand. Now then, we will start with today. Time: Year: My name is Kross... my last name is a mouthful. Vion-Mknight or Mknight-Vion, I haven't yet decided. How I died is not important, nor is how I continue to exist. This is merely a telling of what I once may have been. Now then it all begins with... ~~~ Kross, the ghost sniper, walked through twilight town. He wore his street clothes, a simple black and white suit. He wasn't one for high fashion ever, got in the way when he transformed to his armor. It was a white shirt, and black pants. The shoes were basic black with white socks, nothing special. He meant to leave very little impression on anyone he passed by. The ensemble did the trick most of the time. The young... well the body was young, the ghost, not so much, entered the plaza. A sea-salt ice-cream shop sat to his left, and a jeweler to his right. Momentarily a few memories crossed his mind. Kryo's, the previous owner of this body's memories. He loved sea-salt ice-cream. In fact it was in this very plaza that he'd had his first bite, danced his first dance and of course... killed his first kill... but that was a story for another time. Kross backed away from the ice-cream shop, he cursed under his breath though as he slammed into the edge of the jewelry shop. Suddenly another memory crossed his mind. Although it shouldn't have been there, "nothing was erased from the mind of which should not exist in the first place." He realized the quote was his own. The memory however was one of Xion, the non-existent child. An emotion stirred, which Kross instantly crushed; longing, love even. The man spun around and quickly hopped back into the middle of the street. He rubbed his temples and quickly rushed to a bench. All these memories, he needed a rest. The young man sat down, his eyes closed. Suddenly though, he jolted back up as the sound of rushing feet and wheels blew past. Kross nearly drew his weapon, but quickly saw it was just a bunch of kids. Four skateboarders chasing down a rollerblader. He could hear a name being called out over and over again. "Fruit Booter, Fruit Booter!" Kross growled once, before suddenly his vision went black. He awoke to yet another memory, this one even more involving than the last. Kryo himself, as a young man... before he realized he was a Nobody. Quite literally. He recalled living alone, no family, no friends... just Meow. A cat. Kross saw himself as Kryo, trying desperately hard to learn skateboarding. All his friends did it, but he could never quite grasp the wooden board with wheels. He recalled the thousands of scrapes, and then one day... Fruit Booter. He recalled the name... ~~~ Kryo Mknight strode through Twilight Town. It was a quiet day, like any other. His arms were covered in bandages, and he wore his simply raggedy clothing. A white shirt, a bit dirt-stained, and black pants. Also dirt-stained. Kryo stepped up onto one of the skateboards that was always just lying around and pushed off. He started riding downhill, the board quickly picking up speed. He smiled. He was doing it! He could be accepted now! No one would ha-SLAM! Kryo hit a curb and flew clean over the front of the skateboard and into the pavement below. He rolled to a stop and lay there a few seconds, catching his breath. "No... dang it! No." He cried silently to himself. "I'll be the fruit kid forever at this rate..." Kryo stared up at the sun. Suddenly though he heard a rolling noise, he jolted up quickly, thinking it might be the skateboard coming back down at him for some clean revenge. Suddenly something shot past him fast. Kryo turned quickly, and saw them. 8 wheels on the bottom of a pair of shoes!? "Rollerblades..." Kryo jumped up and tore after the guy. He was going fast, real fast, Kryo saw no flaws in his movements, it wasn't weird or strange or anything, it was perfection. Two days later, Kryo had his own pair. Though he was mocked as the Fruit Booter for days, and weeks afterwards he pressed on. Balance was the worst. Trying to balance on the thin line of wheels was worse than skateboarding, at least there you could jump off to save yourself. Here there was no saving, only pain and more pain. Still though Kryo enjoyed it. Weeks would pass and he practiced every day until one day... finally... Kryo was rollerblading through Twilight Town. It was a strangely quiet Saturday actually, usually the market was pretty busy by late afternoon. Kryo didn't care though, he was on business. Almost late for work again, he had to get there fast, so he poured on a little extra speed and shot towards work. Nearly there, suddenly a black spot appeared on the ground in front of him. Kryo skidded to a stop and put his fists up. Suddenly from the ground a small black monster appeared. It looked almost like a dog of some sort... of course Kryo knew better. He'd seen these things before. "Shadow... thingy. That killed mom..." He thought. It had to die. Kryo growled deep in his throat with rage. He barred his teeth and sped towards it when it- Kross suddenly jolted up from his street and drew his gun out, pointed it at the kids who were chasing the rollerblader. "Leave him be!!" He roared and fired a blank. The kids, including the rollerblader instantly scattered. Kross frowned and stood up. Walking away from the plaza. Too many memories... ~End of Journal 1~ |
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