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I'm just trying to wrap my head around what wheelhouse someone forgetting their name falls into that isn't caused by some sort of medical phenomenon like amnesia or a fugue state.
You haven't ended up in any unexpected places recently right? That'd be very fugue-y.
I don't know either, but I'm looking for the correct wheelhouse.
No. Well, yes. But it's very unrelated to anything fugue-y. and very related to being a I am not having weird amnesia. At least, I don't think I am? I remember everything else, just not my name.
Speak plainly or shut the f don't speak at all. Why am I naive? If you understand what's going on, can you shed a little light on the subject? I just want to know what my name was is.
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The mere idea of a Twilight marathon was enough to gain Kyleβs attention. The viewing being at Midnight Drive-in only piqued his interest further. An emo cinema icon, in an iconic format. What more could he ask for? Of course, he had to be parked behind the one truck to block his view. The owner of the truck sat atop the vehicle instead of inside, which put her at just the right height to obscure his view. At first, he decided not to say anything. He figured out quickly that if he leaned out his window a little, and craned his neck, he could see much better. This was fine for a while, but his favorite scene was approaching and he was beginning to get a crick in his neck. He debated just moving his car, but that seemed inconvenient at best, not to mention inconsiderate. He weighed his options briefly, before deciding he had no choice but to ask the truck owner to move.Β
With a drawn out sigh, Kyle stepped out of his Jeep and approached the truck parked in front of him. βHey,β he called, trying not to interrupt the movie for anyone. βCould you maybe actually get off of your truck? I canβt really see past you, and the baseball scene is coming up.β A stranger on their truck would not ruin the scene for him.Β
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Maybe it was sad, how big an accomplishment this was to Daiyu. But sheβd never done something like this β a neighborhood initiative. Most of the time her βinitiativesβ involved causing a ruckus and accidentally lighting a trash can. Besides, she never tended to tie herself to places and so to organize something like this rather than just watch the bad movies at home was something. But it had been a funny idea that had snowballed into something real and now here she was, sitting on top of her truck cross-legged. She wasnβt doing it to be rude β she just wasnβt thinking.Β
So when someone approached her about it and she was pulled out of her focus on the movie, she felt the urge to apologize and then, immediately after it, the inner demand that she shouldnβt. βCanβt see it well through my window, though,β she said simply, giving him a glance before looking up again. In the distance the sky rumbled. Whether it was another quake, the movieβs audio being very good or a storm coming, she didnβt know, but it barely mattered.Β Something tugged in her stomach and she wondered what it was β this guy, or one of the other people surrounding them. She couldnβt go a day without having something in her body go off, though, so she tried to ignore it. She was here for the movie, not for her hunting instincts. Daiyu sighed, straightening her legs and sliding down her window onto the hood of her car. The window held, much to her relief. (She had wanted to look cool and totally had.) βThere. Better? Donβt wanna ruin your Supermassive Black Hole needledrop.β
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Canβt see it well through my window, was a flimsy excuse in Kyleβs eyes. He frowned. βBetter clean your windows, bestie,β he said. His ears pricked at the sound of thunder. He hoped it wouldnβt be a storm. His dad complained when he came home smelling like wet dog. On the other hand, that would make for a wicked cool backdrop for the rest of the flick.Β
Kyleβs smile returned at the Supermassive Black Hole comment. βHey,β he said, raising his hands in mock defense. βYou canβt tell me itβs not the most iconic scene in the first movie.β He shrugged, looking from the stranger to the screen. βAlice and Jasper in the baseball scene were a crucial part of my bisexual awakening.β Looking back to the stranger, something clicked for Kyle. βHey, arenβt you the one who, like, organized all this?β In the distance, thunder rumbled again. Maybe that background storm would pop off after all.
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She glared at the other and his unwarranted advice. βClean your own windows,β she retorted, which made no sense but was still a very good comeback. Better than pointing out that she was in the forest a lot and that keeping her windows clean was a sisyphean task. She didnβt know what the word sisyphean meant, anyway.Β
Daiyu let out a chuckle. Even if this person had come to complain, he made a good point. βIt absolutely is. Banger soundtrack, Alice being an icon, et cetera. Iβm not going to lie, I know Vic is a villain and all but she was a crucial part in my gay awakening.β She shot a look at the screen, where Esme was talking to Bella. It wasnβt very important. βHell yeah I am. I also organized the thunder, actually. Talked to the weather gods and everything to make it fit the mood.β She hadnβt, but she liked having bragging rights. As if on cue, there was a flash of lightning. Two seconds, and then a roar of thunder. βYouβre welcome.β
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Oh, so it was like that. βMy windows are clean,β Kyle contested with a grand gesture at his clean, albeit cracked, windshield. βI just canβt see through people on top of trucks.β He wasnβt actually upset, mostly inconvenienced. His car didnβt have the height benefit of a truck. If he sat on top of his car, he figured he probably still wouldnβt be tall enough to see.
βYouβre into gingers?β he said, sounding critical. After a momentβs pause, he nodded in approval. βGood taste.β The well timed thunder sent a shiver down Kyleβs spine. βWow, impressive.β He gazed up at the sky, half expecting the rain to start, too. βYouβll have to show me your raindance, eh? Teach me what the weather taught you.β Glancing back at his car, Kyle started to excuse himself back to the movie, but he was drowned out by another rip of thunder. He could almost feel it in his chest. Another flash of lightning arched across the sky and connected with the ground somewhere in the distance. He could almost see where it flickered just beyond the farthest cars from where they stood. It was too close for comfort. Kyle let out a whoop. βYour storm is shaping up to be something.β
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βMine are clean too,β she retorted easily. She was very good at these kinds of endless exchanges, the back and forth, the yes-no, did not-did tooβs of the world. Spending a youth with two older siblings did do that to a person. βWell, you should get x-ray vision, then. Next time, that is. Iβm down now.β
Daiyu wondered if heβd slam her for liking the villain as he critiqued her. Logically, she should despise Victoria the most β she was the kind of vampire that required putting down by slayer or even a skilled ranger. But sheβd liked her, because it was all nonsense. βYeah,β she said, nodding fervently. βIβm known for my amazing taste, you should follow me oββ Her self promotion was cut in half as the lightning crashed through the sky again. She looked up, impressed at what the sky was capable of. βDamn.β She was a little impressed with herself before remembering she hadnβt actually caused the storm.Β
As her eyes traveled from the sky to the screen something caught her eye. It was lightning, but not quite in the way lightning tended to travel. It was like a ball passing past the treeline behind the screen. Another roar of thunder crashed through the sky and this time there were no flashes of light in the sky β just the creature. βShit.β Daiyu glared at the creature, then rolled off her truck and rushed to her passenger seat door and swung it over. She eyed the other person from the other side. βHey, yo β you should get the fuck out of here.β She pointed up. βWeather. Bad.β
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βThen whyβ yβknow what? Forget it. Thanks for moving.β Kyle wanted to argue back, but there was no real point to it. He could already tell he was being wound up just to end up chasing his tail. Metaphorically, of course. βIβll work on being a little more Clark Kent and a little less Lois.β
Kyle followed the strangerβs gaze up toward the sky as the first couple notes of Supermassive Black Hole began. Shit, he was gonna miss it anyway. βWoo, good job on that timing,β he said, cracking a smile and taking a few steps back. But the mood had changed suddenly. The stranger was distracted. Her focus was elsewhere. Again, Kyle tried to figure out where she was looking. He could see that flickering lightning low at the ground again, but this time it was closer. As he was urged to leave, he didnβt look away from it. The lightning seemed to bend around something; it was vaguely animal shaped, and coming closer.Β
βWhat the hell?β he thought aloud. He looked between the electrified animal and his new acquaintance. She looked tense, maybe even a little worried. βWhat is that? Is that likeβlike a generator? A power box? Should I call the fire department? I mean, I canββ He was cut off by another rip of thunder, with no accompanying lightning. The beast seemed to light up brighter at that and Kyle stepped around the truck to stand beside the other movie goer. βThis might be outside of the fire departmentβs jurisdiction,β he posited.
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Once, a long time ago, Daiyu had asked her father if sheβd been named after raiju. Heβd not liked the question, as it was his late wife whoβd chosen their youngest name. Besides, the idea that a rangerβs name could be inspired by a beast was absolutely unacceptable, and heβd made that very clear. That hadnβt stopped her brother from calling her one, especially when she was throwing a tantrum. Stormβs coming!, heβd yell, mimicking the sound of thunder.
But whatever kinship she felt with the beasts was ignored in the face of the situation at hand. There was a storm. There were multiple people sitting in metal cars that would become death traps if touched by the raiju. There was the baseball scene still playing, too β and she couldnβt even give it her full attention. She pulled a crossbow from under the passenger seat, grabbing a set of bolts with her other hand. The human β was he human? β was talking and Daiyu popped her head up, staring at him.
She wasnβt very good at this. βDo not call them,β she said. A firetruck was an even bigger death trap. Water would make everything worse. Sheβd gotten electrocuted by a raiju before β years and years ago β and she didn't recommend it. βYou need to β fuck!β She cursed, realizing the impossible way the cars were parked as she glanced around. Daiyu felt frustration rise, the white hot anger that so often cradled her but also sometimes rendered her useless. She could not give into it now, with all these people. (Maybe the person in the woods was right, maybe she was a protector β or wanted to be, anyway.)Β
She glanced at the screen, where Edward was running through the forest. The raiju seemed bothered by the noises. Dread rose. She threw a look at the other person. βWe need to take it out. I need to β you should ββ She was no good with words and just started to make a run for the creature, synchronizing with the Cullenβs as she left her car door open, leaving her arsenal open for the picking.Β
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Watching from across the truck, Kyle tossed his hands up defensively as the crossbow was withdrawn. βEasy, cvpon,β he said. βMaybe we should just chill out with the weapons. What are you gonna do? Shoot the electricity? Fuckβs sake.β If he wasnβt supposed to call the fire department, what was there for him to do? He glanced around at the cars surrounding them. Maybe someone had a fire extinguisher in the boot of their car. His new acquaintance cursed and he snapped his attention back to her. All heβd wanted to do was watch a classic film from the comfort of his car. Now, he was caught up in something he didnβt quite understand.Β
Coming to this town had been one strange experience after another. Goo, and crystals, and werewolvesβnow a trigger happy Twilight enthusiast going after a moving ball of electricity. Kyle opened his mouth to protest further, but before he could get much out, she was running off. βI just donβt thinkβ wait! Wait, where are you going?β He cursed under his breath and ran around the truck to at least close the door. What he found inside wasnβt exactly expected. There were knives and ammunition of a few different calibers, as well as a hunting rifle sitting ripe for the taking. Kyle looked over his shoulder at the stranger running headlong into battle, then to the screen where Jasper and Alice whisked Bella to safety. Wouldnβt that be too easy. He glanced back at the stranger, then the rifle. βFuck.β He grabbed the rifle, fumbled with ammunition, and took off towards the electrified mass.
βHold up!β Kyle called. He was immediately shushed by fellow movie goers as he dashed between cars and called out again. βIβm coming with you!β He flipped the bird at a particularly upset man in a Kia. βDonβt yell at me, Iβm trying to save the day, bruh!β
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It was good that humans didnβt know about all the shit that lurked in the shadows. Real good, as it meant they got to live life in ignorance without worrying about being eaten by werewolves or vampires or being trapped by weird grass or sand. Daiyu envied them sometimes. But right now, she thought regular humans were very annoying. None of them were seeing the ball of lightning as a threat and worse, the guy who did see her shooting into action telling her to chill.
She didnβt have the time or tact to explain the situation, which was why she just ran. She tended to hunt alone, anyway β and maybe this time it would be with an unwanted and annoyed audience, but hey. She wasnβt going to see all these cars go bzzzt with electricity and the peopleβs skeletons light up when they did. If that was even real. The guy was following her and at least it confirmed something: he was the cause for the tug in her stomach.
Fucking awesome. A shifter was helping her kill some beast.Β
βAlright, okay, cool, thatβs awesome and also great!β Maybe the shifter knew something about raijus. Or maybe he was just β¦ stupidly brave. Which Daiyu didnβt want, because those were qualities she liked in people. She ignored all the protests from viewers (even if it was very nice that people were this passionate about Twilight in 2024!) and jumped on the hood of one of the cars in front to get a good look. She whipped her head around, her ponytail smacking her in the face. βDo not get too close.β She noted the rifle β her rifle β in his hands. Well, good. As long as she got it back. βItβs gonna shock you if you do. Yeah? Howβs your aim?β She whipped her head back, the cacophony of sound β movie, yelling moviegoers, storm, someone eating popcorn with their mouth open β made her dizzy but she tugged at the sound and made it one large hum of noise as she attempted to take her aim.
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The closer they got, the more the creature took shape. Kyle figured it mostly resembled a dog, you know, if dogs went Super Saiyan. That would be a show heβd watch. Dragon Ball Z, but theyβre all dogs? Focus, Kyle. He could daydream about anime when he wasnβt in imminent danger of being barbecued. He came up next to Daiyu, mouth agape as he looked at the dog. βIβm gonna have so many questions after this,β he whispered, glancing at Daiyu. He didnβt know if the dog could hear them, but if its hearing was anything like his, it definitely would.Β
βDonβt get too close, donβt get shocked, donβt die. Got it,β Kyle replied. He didnβt want to take his eyes off the ball of lightning, but it was getting hard to look at, like looking into the sun. He blinked hard and steadied himself. He drew the rifle and scoffed at the question. βHowβs my aim? You think I would pick up a gun if I wasn't pretty confident I could use it? Iβll follow your lead.β He had hunted back in Canada with his cousins. He knew how to take down a deer, or any manner of wild fowl, and even coyotes if the situation called for it. This was probably like coyotes, if the coyotes could decimate the power grid. Simple.Β
After a moment, he looked at his new partner in crimeβor maybe partner in justice was a better title. βIβm Kyle, by the way. I just figure we should know each otherβs names in case we, yβknowβ¦β He made a cut throat gesture paired with sound effects.
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At least the shifter was down to clown β or, like, kill a raiju. Even if he didnβt know what it was. Daiyu tried to shrug off the comment about having to explain what was going on, as that was the part of hunterisms she was worst at, but she offered a quick look and a random thumbs up. βGotcha!β Which was not a promise or an agreement, but just something to say so she could go on with her purpose.
Which was β¦ what, exactly? Hadnβt she decided to make her code be as simple as the local bounty board? To be moved by money, not by considerations of morality or heroism. Still β even if she wasnβt going to catch any coin for this, could she just let the people die? It wasnβt something worth pondering about. It was simple. Almost as simple as picking a random bounty from the board and going for it so she could pay her rent. These people were in death traps without knowing it. Daiyu wanted to watch her movie without people dying.Β
βI donβt know, people are pretty stupid when it comes to guns,β she responded, before offering her name as well: βDaiyu! Youβre a ββ She changed her mind halfway, deciding it better to not ask what kind of shifter the other is. βNot going to die.β She swished her head towards the raiju, squinting one eye close and taking aim. Soon enough her finger pushed the trigger and her bolt shot towards the lightning creature, piercing its hind thigh.
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Kyle was satisfied with the thumbs up as a clear promise to fill him in if neither of them died. He was pretty sure that the strangerβDaiyu, as she identified herselfβknew what she was doing. Otherwise she was doing a damn fine job pretending. The thought gave him a momentβs pause. Was she pretending? Was Kyle about to be on the bad side of killing a creature like him? The thing didnβt seem to have any sense of rationality, as it was actively walking into a minefield of sitting duck humans. But then, Kyle couldnβt call himself rational when he shifted. He had never taken issue with hunting before. Each animal gave its life for the greater picture. That was simple. It was nature. But where did he, a werewolf, fit into the greater picture? It was never something heβd considered.Β
As the creatureβs leg was struck, a shower of sparks burst around it. He flinched, abandoning the existential crisis for later. It would keep him up every night this week, but it wasnβt important now. The sparks and crackles from the beast reminded Kyle of a transformer exploding. Like live wires, the beast writhed in pain for a moment. In that same moment, the storm above them roared some of the loudest thunder he had ever heard. It left his ears ringing. Werewolf hearing be damned. The creature recovered itself, and charged in their direction. Beginning to back up, the rifle snapped up as Kyle reflexively took aim. βAim where theyβre going, not where theyβve been,β he murmured to himself, and lined up his shot. A crack rang out, and another shower of sparks rained down around the animal, halting its approach. He breathed a steadying sigh, and smirked at his new accomplice. βNice to meet you, Daiyu.β
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Frustration rippled through her, a familiar yet always unpleasant sensation, as her bolt did not pierce the creature through the heart or head but rather its legs. It was fine, she could have just used the immobility to fire another shot. But there was an audience, kind of. There was a hunting partner, which was really not her speed. And the hunting partner β Kyle, the shapeshifter β had a gun and that guy managed to get the killing shot in. The sparks were a welcome distraction, though, a large rain of them sprinkling around the screen. And then, it was done. No more sparks, no more rumbling thunder that came from the creature β just a still corpse.
Daiyu was still for a moment, disregarding Kyle the shifter and staring at the dead body before sliding down the hood of the strangersβ car. She patted it awkwardly before approaching the beast. If she was a hunter with a code to protect humans and keep them ignorant β which she wasnβt β she should get rid of the body. She gave a something to Kyle, though she wasnβt entirely sure what it was. A scowl, a grin, a smirk. βYeah, man, that was a great shot. Nice to meet you.β He got the killing shot. He had her gun. And sheβd β¦ really made a mess of whatever it was sheβd tried to do here. She extended a grabby hand. βCan I get that back?β The rifle, she meant. βSo you β¦ whatever. Iβm gonna clean up.β
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He followed Daiyu to the dead beast, approaching it cautiously. It was certainly dead, but Kyle wasnβt sure if it still held a charge. βSorry to steal your shine,β he said, passing the rifle back as asked. He couldnβt tell exactly what emotion she was feeling, but he got the impression that it was directly linked to the final blow. βMy family is big on hunting. Iβve been going on hunting trips practically since before I could walk. I know my way around a rifle.β Maybe his experience would assuage whatever emotions were going through her head. He wasnβt some inexperienced punk rolling in off the street. He was a well-versed punk.
Looking over the body, Kyle grimaced. Up close it looked even more like just some unfortunate dog. Again, that guilt heβd never felt before tugged at his stomach. Was he so much different than this dog? βOkay,β he said, turning his attention on Daiyu. βNow is the part where you answer my questions. Like what the fuck just happened? Do you do this often?β Having just handed the rifle over into her hands, he shook his head. βScratch that last one, I donβt need to know. How did you know what that was?βΒ
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She wanted to burst out laughing at the notion. Not that Kyle the shifter was apologizing for stealing her shine, as that was very bothersome because she felt very seen, but that he said that his family was big on hunting. Daiyu wondered what that meant, but didnβt want to pry. She didnβt recognize the other and that meant she hadnβt seen him on the board, which meant there was no good reason to pry. βOh, awesome. Yeah, my familyβs like that I guess too, you know? Hunting elk and pheasants and stuff.β
She took the gun back from him. It was getting harder and harder to ignore all the sounds around them so she trudged forward towards the dead creature. It looked almost like something normal, but she knew better than to just leave it there. βWell,β she said, βWe just killed a lightning creature. That could have made all these cars go ββ She made a crackling sound with her mouth, followed by a booom. βOh, I just know. You know? Some people know how to do math. I know how about weird shit.β Like how the other person was a shifter. βLike you and anyone else in this town doesnβt.β She slung the rifle over her shoulder after flicking the safety on and then crouched down at the raiju. βWe should get it away from here.β
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βYeah, elk, deerβhell, squirrels if you can get βem.β Kyle nodded in agreement, bonding over their shared hunting skill. He wanted to tell her to not let her nerves get to her next time, genuinely wanting to be of assistance. But something told him that would not be received as intended, and he was okay letting it drop. βI used to go out with the uncles, and then my cousins when we were old enough. Family traditions and whatever.β He waved his train of thought away with his hand. This was a stranger, and she didnβt need the specifics of his upbringing. Especially when he had more questions.
He looked from the carcass to the cars, nodding slowly. As heβd pictured in his head, it would be absolute chaos, carnage, and bloodshed. βGood thing you were here, then,β Kyle affirmed. βI might know how to use a gun, but you provided it for me. Which brings me to another question; why are you driving around strapped like that? You get in trouble a lot?β It was another question he didnβt really want the answer to. He was connecting some dots, and the image he was piecing together unsettled him. What if she killed all sorts of creatures? What if she found out he was a werewolf? Would she kill him, too? Or did he need to present himself as a threat first? Those questions he left unsaid.Β
Hunters were traditionally meant to keep humans safe and separate from the supernatural world, but the Volkovs had lost that traditional and honorable cause a long time ago. A higher purpose was so easily translated into something uglier β like the divine right of kings, for example. So Daiyu didnβt do this often and Daiyu didnβt fucking know what to do. Especially because this guy wasnβt human, or at least not fully, or not all the time. So what did it mean when he said he hunted with his family? Were they a bunch of sirens, chasing prey, or bugbears? Or did they hold up human traditions despite being something else? Or was he unfortunately cursed with a werewolfβs bite?
The thoughts were dizzying. βYeah, same here. Hunting trips with the fam, what a time,β she said off-handedly. Daiyu glanced at Kyle, then back at the raiju. It would be little issue to carry it, with her hunter strength. Should she still be trying not to come off as a ranger, though? Or was that too little too late? She chewed on her cheek as his question bounced around her head. βNah, I usually am the trouble.β Cheekiness seemed like a safe bet. βBut yeah, whatever, Iβm just someone whoβs prepared for these kinds of things. I try to be more subtle about it usually, though.β
She took the hind legs of the creature, gesturing that he could take the other. A laugh left her lips at the mention of Jolteon. βFuck.β She huffed. βThatβs good. Thatβs β yeah, Jolteon, thatβs right on the god damn nose. Letβs just take ββ Her eyes scanned their surroundings, the angry people in their cars. Itβd be best to store the creature in her car until she could find a proper way to dispose of it, but to walk it past all those moviegoers was asking for trouble. βInto the woods. Hide it for now.β
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The mention of her own hunting trips brought forth yet another question that Kyle couldnβt keep from tumbling out of his mouth. βWhen you say hunting, you mean the elk and not theseβ,β he looked down at the corpse, but without a real word for it, continued unsure. βTheseβ¦monsters, right? Thatβs what this is, a monster?β Yet another question he didnβt want the answer to, but this time the need for it pressed him on. βYou know, since youβre so prepared for anything.β He gestured with his chin to the rifle she now held.Β
Kyle shouldnβt be prying, not here in the middle of a movie, not with Kristen Stewart monologuing in the background. But hunters were a fairly novel idea. He hadnβt thought they were real, just more fairytale fodder. Like werewolves. It felt stupid to admit to himself that he hadnβt once worried about being hunted down for the crime of being bitten. The very idea made the hairs on the back of his neck raise. It wasnβt something heβd had to consider. The apartment he lived in was above a cryptid-themed souvenir shop, which, conveniently, had a basement for mostly storage of old junk, tools, and broken mannequins. The basement did a pretty good job of holding a bloodthirsty werewolf, and his dad being the buildingβs super was just the cherry on top of his cover story.
Kyle tried to keep his tone and his expression neutral. He didnβt want the skepticism of being predator and prey to cross his face and give him away as he danced carefully around the topic. βSorry, Jolteon,β he said, trying to break some of the tension as he took the front legs of the animal and hoisted it with Daiyu. βCanβt catch βem all.βΒ
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She stared at him, at his clumsy way of speaking, at the way he hesitated to name the raiju anything. Beast, monster, creature, pest, prey. So what was she supposed to say? That she hunted elk? She didnβt, she hated hunting regular animals. She found it β well, she didnβt try to pass judgment, as that started a whole moral debate in her head, but she found it something. βI mean, this is just a coyote with sparks,β she quipped. Daiyu lifted the creature up, wanting to tell the other to fuck off, but here she was. Doing teamwork again. With a shifter, again.Β
She could feel it rise within her, the clumsiness. Her father hated this about her, the way she had no control over the things that came from her mouth. Not just because she was vulgar, but because she was too forward. Daiyu tried to press her lips together, to keep her from blurting something out, βBut yes, a monster. I hunt monsters. What are you?β Her eyes slanted upwards and she cursed herself inside her head β something she did very commonly β before starting to move. She didnβt owe the other secrecy, because he wasnβt human, but she did owe herself secrecy, didnβt she? But it had to be clear by now what she was.
What are you? The question hit him like a crossbow bolt of lightning between the eyes. Every hair on his body stood at attention. βUm.β He floundered for a moment, grasping for any words to respond. He almost tripped over his own feet and dropped the stupidβmonster. If this dog was a monster, was that what Daiyu was looking for? For Kyle to admit to being a monster? Was that what he was to her? His stomach felt like a stone falling through him. βCould you be more specific with that, uh, question? Please?β
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Her hunting training hadnβt covered this. Truth be told, her training hadnβt covered a lot of communication techniques, unless you considered the best ways to trick shifters or interrogation tactics as such. Daiyu felt frustration fly through her system, heard Vissa yell something about a storm coming as her face turned a little stormy. There was at least the creature between them, a good distraction from how the other fumbled with his reply to her forward question.
βWhatever,β she said, βIβm not gonna hunt you.β He wasnβt on the board. Besides, heβd helped. Her sister would talk this guy into the woods and prod and poke until heβd reveal his true nature and then slit his throat, to trick the shifter the way sheβd been taught. But Daiyu didnβt want to hunt this guy, and it was only because he wasnβt on the board. No ulterior motive. It wasnβt because of the weeping heart in her chest that her sister Inna had chastised all her life. Just because there was no point in it. (The Raiju hadnβt been on the board, either, but somehow that distinction wasnβt made.) βBut like β¦ snake? Wolf? Bird? What are you?β
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Iβm not gonna hunt you, was all the confirmation Kyle needed. He was on the menu, so to speak. Maybe not to Daiyu, maybe not now, but to someone out there. It took him a beat to grapple with his new place on the proverbial food chain before he could get anything out. βWait,β he said, immediately derailing once more. βThereβs weresnakes and werebirds? I mean, fuck, it makes sense, you know, Iβve heard about the little people all my life, but I oonly knew about the bears and the wolves.β There were dozens of questions he had about the other shifters. Like, did the birds follow the same rules? Were they bound to the sun rather than the moon? Could you get bit by a snake and get turned into a snake? Even if the snake was venomous? Was it like Spider-Man, and the venom is what turned you into the snake? He set aside the questions for later (and maybe for Google).
Licking his lips and shrugging, Kyle replied, βI guess Iβm the wolf variety.β He clicked his teeth and continued, βShtah, I feel stupid being at a fuckinβ Twilight viewing and admitting this, man.βΒ
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Oh, shit. This was not the first time her big mouth had talked too fast and too much. Daiyu assumed that shifters all knew about each other, that they had some kind of big shifter text chain where they talked about eating humans and shedding issues, but maybe werewolves were excluded from that. βYeah! Those totally exist too,β she said, nodding. It would be strange if lamia and sirens only transformed during the full moon, but probably better for society and humanity as a whole.Β
She let out a huff of amusement, looking over her shoulder at the drive in behind them as she kept walking further into the woods. βNah, itβs cool. Itβs fun. I like these movies βcus of it.β There was something about watching bad movies about the supernatural that made Daiyu feel comforted. It was why sheβd watched all of the Vampire Diaries multiple times β but mostly just the first three seasons. βLittle bit stupid for telling me though.β She dropped the raiju to the ground. βKidding.β
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Fueled with knowledge, Kyle couldnβt keep his mouth from running. βYou probably have so much knowledge on all this stuff, right? I mean, probably more than me. Definitely more than me.β That felt like a mistake to admit as soon as heβd said it. He didnβt want to come off as inexperienced or ignorant. Worse yet, he didnβt want to come off as a problem. βThereβs no real guidebook for all of this. Lot of trial and error and error and error,β he amended with a toothy grin. βItβs,β he gestured vaguely to the space around them, βall about learning and shit, though, right?β Maybe that didnβt help his case, but heβd rather be somewhat honest with the hunter. She had given him her word. She wouldnβt hunt him.
βAs far as werewolves go, itβs bad,β Kyle mused. He had a lot to say on the topic, but kept it succinct for now. His head snapped up at the joke threat, but he relaxed when he realized she wasnβt serious. Cracking a grin, he huffed a laugh. βYeah, maybe. I donβt have much experience with, uh, hunters. Thatβs what youβd call yourself, right?β He looked down at the animal at their feet. He almost wanted to ask what Daiyu planned to do with the pelt, but it didnβt seem particularly germane, given the circumstances.Β
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If there was any way to appeal to Daiyu, it was by saying that she was better at something than someone else. And though this wasnβt something she was particularly proud of, it was still true. She was more knowledgeable than this stranger, βYup! I know a lot. Iβm pretty much a genius when it comes to this.β Compared to him, she certainly was. Compared to other hunters, especially her siblings β¦ well, it wasnβt knowledge sheβd ever excelled in. Reciting speciesβ weaknesses had always been something that tired her β sheβd rather find out through just hitting them. βGuess youβre gonna have to find shit out, huh?β
It had to be hard to be a werewolf. At least most other shifters were raised amongst one another, were taught what they were and how they could use that against others. But bitten werewolves, they were just left to their own shitty devices. βTwilightβs a shit resource for sure. And um, yeah, yeah, hunters β maybe thatβs coolest for you, right? Just stay outta trouble. Donβt eat people or whatever.β She considered their surroundings, the dead animal at their feet, and started to gather some twigs, sticks and leaves to cover up its white fur. βThis oneβs called a Raiju, FYI.β
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The urge to ask for more and more information wouldnβt die down inside Kyle. He didnβt want to come off as entirely ignorant, but the hunter said she was a genius when it came to this particular subject. βAlright, Encyclopedia Daiyu, Iβll have to have you teach me more about all this sometime,β he said, hoping sheβd agree so he could flood her inbox later. βI think I have a lot to learn.β The admission felt like one of weakness rather than simple ignorance. The feeling didnβt sit well inside his chest. Exposing your belly to the enemy couldnβt be a smart move. He had to remind himself that she had said she wouldnβt hunt him.Β
The concept of her β a ranger β helping a werewolf was absolutely beyond her comprehension. The whole situation was hard to grasp in general, what with her hunting this creature out of some kind of feeling of duty, enlisting a shifter for help and standing here, still and without action. Daiyu swallowed, shrugged, βWhatever, man,β she said, which was non-committal and not an answer at all to his non-question. She didnβt deal with unshifted werewolves a lot β the most she saw of them was when they were feral and wild in the woods.
There should be another bolt in her crossbow, aimed at the heart of the untransformed werewolf. This could be her easiest hunt of the year. But that wasnβt her hunterβs code β if she even had one. Hunting the raiju also wasnβt part of her code, but maybe saving a bunch of people who are watching Twilight could be something she added. As for Kyle the Werewolf, there was nothing that demanded she hunt him besides the nagging lessons taught in youth. There was no immediate threat, nor was there a bounty on his head as far as she knew. So Daiyu simply shook his hand and took her weapon back and tried not to think about it all too much.
There was still some kind of unease that sat alert at the back of Kyleβs mind. On one hand, Daiyu had promised not to hunt him. On the other, she was a total stranger who had just played a hand in taking out a creature. Was he feeling conflicted about hunting the creature? He hadnβt long considered his new role in nature. Were he and the raiju equals? Had he too implicitly trusted this gun wielding Twilight-goer? He would have to sit with the topic later. He thought the hunter might combust if he started grilling her about her moral compass, and he didnβt want to put out any fires tonight either.
Kyle scoffed. βYou think I care about Edwardβs opinion? He would be a normal type trainer in the most boring way. He would have a team of fuckinβ pidgey andβyβknow, never mind.β His face wrinkled in disgust. βPoint being, Iβm not βTeam Edward,ββ he concluded, with air quotes accenting his words. He crossed his arms across his chest as they reached the truck. Goodbyes felt awkward, especially given the circumstance of their meeting. βHey, thanks for being cool,β he said flatly, with an air of hesitation. βI mean, letting me make you look like a chump with a bow.β He cracked a teasing grin and gave her finger guns. βYouβll get βem next time, bro.β
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Once arrived at the truck, Daiyu worked on returning her weapons to it, making sure they wouldnβt go off if she went too hard over a speed bump (a common occurrence). A small laugh left her lips at the otherβs response to her throwaway comment and she looked up with a quirked eyebrow. βTeam Jacob, then? I think youβre biased.β She shrugged, straightened up and closed the door. βI mean, Iβm totally team Alice, for what itβs worth. And sheβd be totally proud too.β She would probably hate Daiyu for what she was, but luckily she wasnβt real.
She nodded at his comment, head bopping at his thanks. There were no guides for situations like these and Daiyu wished there were, and that they were shared at hunter camps. Guidelines for social interactions where you accidentally roped in a shifter into a hunt and didnβt kill them, or whatever. βYeah, yeah, youβre welcome. Totally let you win, for the record.β She hadnβt, and it was annoying β because even though she was certain she would have been able to kill the raiju if it had been just her, she hadnβt killed it this time. βI sure will. Er β enjoy the rest of the movie. Wonβt get in your way again or whatever.β She raised her hand in goodbye, ready to continue to watch the rest of the movie in escapist solitude.
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I know you asked for serious answers only, but did you go through a bunch of different names like twig and beans or something and forget which one you landed on? That what happened?
Honestly, it happens to the best of us. I went by Cloud for about 4 months in my junior year and forgot till you brought this up just now.
I did not go by beans, but I stand by the opinion that Sticks would've been a deadly name. I didn't change my name and forget it. Hypothetically, I just forgot it.
This happened to me once! I... am trying to remember how I... remembered it. Hang on. [ user thinks about it for a while. the whole thing was very confusing and muddied ] I made a friend who needed help with something, and when I agreed to help them, they told me my name and I remembered that it was correct. That seems weird, doesn't it? But I swear... I think that is what made it better. Huh.
I think I liked the old me, though. I just don't remember what the old me was called. You know. Hypothetically. And that sounds like a lot of time and effort I would have to put into becoming a new me. I don't wanna.
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Did you just ask if there was an undo button for your brain? And yet youβre requesting that people responding come with serious answers only? [...] Where do you think an undo button would be?
Okay, I don't mean a literal undo button. I mean like hypothetically, if there were an undo button, where would it be? How would I undo this? Do you have advice or not?