[PRP] Ghosts [Chel/Shun]

[Blade Kuroda]

The things he saw and experienced in the Other Ashdown archives was still rather fresh in his mind. In a way, he had always known that failure would lead to his demise, especially when it came to the grand scheme of things regarding the magical stuff. But it was still something else to see it laid out before him like that.

Sitting upon his sofa, he looked down at his hand and called the shadowed blade to it.

It looked odd, with how it should technically be incorporeal like the other shadowed things he could manipulate. But it was rather solid. He hadn't actually tested it on anything yet, but he knew just from having felt it slowly stabbing into his chest as he experienced the death of that other version of him.

That said, the blade just felt... right in his hands, or something like that. It had a good balance to it. It was also a part of him.  

[chiickadee]

Chel had literally stepped away for five seconds to use his bathroom and when she came back he had a knife. A shadowy knife. He was lounging on the couch with a shadow knife.

Okay.

Alright.

"Uh. Thas new, cowboy. Yer not gonna uh .... what's that for?" Chel was caught more than a little off guard, which was unusual for the normally cavalier girl. She didn't do well with men holding knives in casual settings.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun looked up sharply as Chel returned from her bathroom foray. The blade he had in hand vanished just like that.

"Nothing."  

[chiickadee]

Chel kept her distance for the moment nonetheless.

"Didn't look like nothin'. Looked like a shadow knife."  

[Blade Kuroda]

"You asked what it was for, not what it is. Yes, that was a knife made of shadows. It was not out for any particular reason, however," he deadpanned.  

[chiickadee]

She took a few steps into the living room before making a decision to lean on the side of the couch near Shun's feet. "That somethin' you been practicin' too? Can it do ice s**t?"  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun shook his head.

"I...." he started. He paused while he tried to think of how to describe how he came across it, "Found it. Basically. That is the easiest way of putting it."  

[chiickadee]

"Just like you 'found' Heliodora?" She gave him a concerned look, but one that was somewhat exasperated. She never knew how much to push him, but she also couldn't keep going off straws. "C'mon Shun. Talk t'me."  

[Blade Kuroda]

"I did not kill anyone, if that is what you are asking," he grunted out. While there technically had been a death somewhat involved, it was not by his hand. Rather, he... at some point, had been the victim.  

[chiickadee]

"'As good, 'as good." At least there wasn't more death involved (she hoped). "Found it where?" She tried a different line of questioning, in hopes he might be forthcoming with more straightforward questions.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun sighed, "Other Ashdown Police department archives."  

[chiickadee]

"What were you doin' down there?" Chel asked, completely bewilidered. Why would Shun want any part of reading???  

[Blade Kuroda]

"Trying to find information. Why else would I be in an archive?" he huffed.  

[chiickadee]

"That sounds ..."' Chel gave a shiver. "That's a nightmare right there." Shun's story had already grown too gruesome.

She adjusted herself on the end of the couch and said, "So what, you pulled open a folder and inside was a shadow dagger?"  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun raised his brow at Chel. Nightmare? She didn't know half of it.

"No. It was elsewhere. I do not care to go into the details beyond that," he stated. He really didn't want to talk about it.