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If you were curious about what Kilroy looks like--



Here she is XD

Also, her kanji are 呂井 (Roi) 輝流亜 (Kirua)
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the times i wish i could render my brain's FMVs in full polygonal glory.

like now, and this:

Kirua "Kilroy" Roi, in proto-entity Alpha mode (think Aya Brea's Liberate form only with more fronds), shutting down the Deep Ground deskjockeys and restrictors like she was the sysadmin for Dark' City's Strangers.

Floating in like the air was water, making eye-contact with someone, smiling, extending one hand.

"Sleep. Now."

... )
yukie: kilroy :3 (mess not with the kui)
For [personal profile] finch and [profile] wanderreriha, who asked for something about Kilroy. So it's a double drabble, since it's for two people XD

Reno nicknamed her for the no-he-no-he-mo-he-ji scrawled in lipstick on the walls so she'd remember where the damn hell she'd been in the maze that was the medical ward. (Damn if she knew how long she'd been drifting around so blur she made squid look with-it.) He knew what it meant (probably Tseng's fault) and so she got to be Kilroy-was-here for a week, then he got bored, and it dropped to Kilroy and then just Kil even after she recollected: Kui Shin-liu, SOLDIER class second, Wutain/Nibel (that was pretty normal from the trading past), Theta test group. The little squiggle of a letter, inked in black between her left thumb and index finger, brought chapters and volumes of her life rushing back after the bandage came off her hand.

Pieces were still missing and pieces still made no sense. Makou did funny things to the brains in big doses. She'd roll with it though. Smooth, like the 'ji' stroke, or something like that. No point in getting pissed over what was gone for good, but even so if she saw Doc Houjou again she was going to go one upside his head for his interns' fail-like-fuck with the IV.
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Apparently, the short Wutain woman with the tattoo of those giant goldfish going all up her arm didn't take kindly to noisy drunks. A yelp from one of them drew Tifa's attention from the steamed green soybeans that table 15 was supposed to be getting, and she looked up in time to see the woman grab one of the beer bros by the ear(!?) and tow him out the door.

"Crap," she muttered. Handing the soybeans over to a startled Barrett, she ran out the side door, hoping to head the fight off at the pass.

It wasn't really much of a fight. Tifa'd figured on a knock-down, drag-out brawl that would land both lady and doofus in the hospital before jail. Even if she was tiny - shorter than Tifa - she seemed to know what she was doing. And the big guy was just -

"Look, man. It's - it's - Bolt Vanderhuge. Coming to save the day with his articulated pecs."

Tifa felt her mood keel over and die completely.

Not only an impending brawl?

But Reno.

do the dot dot dot )

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