Posts by - ILLYA K.

Illya chuckled, sitting down rather quickly. His blonde pelt was already starting to get messy, but at least his clothes were alright. "Of course there are more. There are millions in the world." Looking at her with interest, he wondered why she didn't know these things. Maybe I'll find out later. He thought, shuffling his paws. "I'm more than happy to get you one, then." He smiled, now looking at the ground.

Illya grinned when she approached, putting the camera carefully onto the ground. "Of course I got one! I just went to a nearby store and got one. It was simple." He never mentioned that he stole it. Of course, he might not tell her too many things until she proves that she's trustworthy.

Now seeing her in clear view, he realized how truly beautiful she was, even though she was a different animal from him all together. He loved her ivory white pelt (which seemed so soft and he almost reached out to touch it), the constellation on her shoulder (had he seen that before?), and her galaxy-colored eyes. They were so unique. The wolfdog had never seen eyes like hers before, but now he couldn't say that.

He realized how stupid his last question was when she had responded. Of course she wanted it now! Cursing to himself in Russian, he pulled a smile. He decided not to respond to her question, so he wouldn't be even more embarrassed. "Let's get started." He said, gesturing to the camera. "Do you know how to hold one? It can be pretty tricky." He added, pawing at the ground quickly.

Illya grinned when Rhea came, almost giving a small bow. "Здравствуйте. I thought some food and shopping would be nice. IKEA is a wonderful place, after all." He commented, turning to Kageyama when he arrived. Nodding curtly to the highschooler. "Здравствуйте." He repeated, then looked up at the escalator. "Where should we go first?" He asked, deciding the others could catch up later.

"Здравствуйте." = "Hello."

Illya was holding up a chair, and was about to throw it across the room when he heard a voice. Flinching, he looked around and finally spotted Kageyama. Frowning, he threw the chair at the wall, watching it fall to that ground. "What's it to you?" He asked rather rudely. Wincing after he realized he had been rude, he quickly apologized. He didn't want to punch someone in the face. "Sorry. Yeah, someone wasn't a happy camper." It sounded weird for him to say "happy camper-" it definitely wasn't something he normally said. Well, at least his hands stopped shaking and he was slowly calming down.

//omg same though ureobndsiho # rheya

Illya smiled, gently taking her left paw and putting it on top of the button (which was on the top left). "That's the button you push to take the picture. The right paw-" he gently moved her right paw as he spoke. "-holds onto the camera, usually on the right side, so you can get some balance. You can hold it a different way if you want to be more comfortable." Realizing his paw was still grabbing hers, he quickly pulled it away, blushing slightly. Clearing his throat, the wolfdog nodded to the camera. "Try taking a picture of something." He almost said "someone," but changed his mind.

It wasn't the sound that made him queasy inside. No, it was the laughing.

He didn't know Witchpaw, so he didn't know he could use magic and knew spells. Illya had been walking through the territory at the time when he heard it. Running over to investigate, he came after Çelina, who he also didn't know. The smell of blood and death, and seeing the blood, was normal for him. He saw, and smelled it, all the time from his own doings. He let Çelina ask allthe questions, as he wanted to know the same thing. But he wanted to know what happened more than anything.

//omg I'm dying. their cuteness it too much for me *dies*

Illya was surprised to see her frown. Was she... Happy about his paw touching hers? She had seemed to held it for a moment, before he pulled his paw away. Honestly, he did get a bit scared. He wasn't ready for it- love. He had been betrayed by it.

But suddenly she held the camera up, and told him to smile. He was shocked at first, and was about to pull a smile quickly, when the flash went off.

Boy, he probably had the most hideous look on his face. He bet he had blinked and that he was in some sort of half smirk. And he was blushing again.

//50th post fam ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). and this thread is gonna be so blessed and cute omg

Illya spotted Pris a little ways away from his spot under a tree.

He had been sharpening his knife, looking into the reflection when he had seen the small kit.

Sure, she followed him everywhere and he got slightly annoyed, but at least she was sweet. And she was just a kit, and he bet she didn't really understand the concept of personal space or "getting the hint."

But, the large wolfdog still put his knife back in its sheath, and approached the gem-eyed kit. "Hello there Pris. What's that you got there?" He asked, noticing the paper she was holding in her jaw.

//me: *listening to bad blood* *pauses* *thinks of the parody "bat blood"* *goes to look it up*

Looking down at the paper, something inside him made him smile quickly.

It was a picture of him and Pris, with the words "HOME" written at the top (along with some glitter and color scattered across the paper). Soon enough, the smile had returned. He felt... touched; a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Well, I think you should get a card! So you remember when you came home!" For some reason, he was choked up. He didn't know why. Maybe it was the sweet gesture given from someone who seemed to care about him. It probably was, assuming he had never had anything like this happen to him before.

"I'm glad you came." Now his eyes were watering. Oh, God, what were these emotions? Of course, he had felt them before, but it had been a while. He hadn't cried when he was running away. He hadn't cried when he thought Gabby betrayed him. He hadn't cried in his spy career. He had cried when his father was taken away, and when his mother was killed.

A single tear fell, and he quickly wiped it off his cheek with his paw. "T-Thank you." He stuttered. It was the first time he'd ever stuttered. He hadn't uttered a word about his parents when it happened. And when he cried, it was in private. He had never cried in public, much less stutter.

Illya ran over, an eyebrow raised.

Of course, he had been on one of this lovely walks (he took three walks a day now; one in the morning, afternoon, and evening), and had heard Wildyonder's call. Running over, he saw churned up earth and claw marks. What had happened here?

Turning to Pad, who he hadn't noticed had arrived yet, he tilted his head. It could've been a dog. "It could've been a dog. Maybe from an enemy clan?" The Russian asked, looking at the two. He was a spy, but he wasn't a detective.

//*still dead because of the cuteness* *somehow comes back to live* EEEEEEE THE CUTENESSS (and Illya cried in Pris & his private thread, a thing he never thought he'd do :0

Illya cursed to himself in Russian. He had forgotten to turn off the flash.

"Sorry, forgot to turn of the flash. It makes pictures brighter when it's dark out." He added, padding over to her side. Accidently brushing her pelt with one of his legs, he shuffled away quickly.

Looking at the camera, he had just missed the picture disappear. He would've taken out the film and done the same thing if he hadn't stolen a printer and computer earlier... He was starting to steal stuff a bit more than he used to.

"Don't worry, it's still there. We'll go to my hut, and connect it to my computer. Then we'll print it from my printer." He said, gently taking the camera from her and pulling it over his neck. Letting it go, it softly made a clink noise when it hit his camera. Heading in the direction of his hut, he looked over his shoulder. "You coming?"

kageyama

//the bodyslammers(tm) are becoming friends *rubs hands together evilly*

Illya wanted to get to know Kageyama better.

Why? Well, he seemed like he'd be a good friend. Someone he could chat with and hang out with. Maybe someone he could be "partners in crime" with.

Ever since he found out that Pad lived in a tree and not a hut, the large wolfdog never really knew who lived in a hut and who didn't. And, he generally didn't know where most people lived. He wasn't exactly the social type. (though he has like 55 posts in 2 days)

Instead, the brute decided to call out his name. "Kageyama? Are you out there?" He asked, his tail lashing for no apparently reason.

//lol, yes, please stalk it

//I have so many threads to respond to *sigh*

//CutEneSs oveRLoAd

Wow, he would've never expected to hear Rhea stutter. And she sounded pretty flustered.

What was she thinking?

Shrugging it off, the brute waited for her to catch up before walking towards his hut. When they arrived, he promptly opened the door. And he had a feeling she would like what was inside, since she seemed to love technology.

There were gadgets, and weapons, everywhere.

On the floor, all over the furniture, and even some stuck onto the wall. Most where his spy weapons and gadgets, which he somehow managed to take with him when he was running. Others were things he had stolen, and they were pretty much technology that everyone had.

Walking over to his computer, he took off her camera, which was still hanging around his neck, and grabbed a cord. Making sure it was the right one, he plugged it into the camera, and suddenly the photo appeared on the screen.

Groaning at the picture, he wished he could delete it right there and then, but he couldn't.

And it was exactly how he imagined it to look.

//yesssss sorry for the low muse ;-;

Illya was surprised on how fast Kage had arrived. He supposed he shouldn't have been, since everyone seemed to be inside their huts since it was hot as heck outside, but still.

"Yes, I did. I know we've talked recently about things, but I thought that maybe we could talk about other stuff, you know. Like, um, become friends or something?" Wow, he was really reaching out, wasn't he? His words sounded weird to him, as he usually didn't talk like he was now.

Illya crossed his arms, looking at Kageyama with a raised eyebrow. This guy seemed a bit sarcastic, but he didn't mind. It wasn't like he was sometimes; he could be very sarcastic if he wanted to be.

When he said "I can set them right.", the man shook his head. "No, it's fine. They're on my team- it'd be bad if we got on even worse terms." Pausing, he continued. "I was trying to joke around, but most people don't understand my dry sense of humor. (relatable.) They ganged up on me and said a few... Things. But they didn't know I have a disorder." He said, gesturing to the furniture laying all over the ground. "Violate Personality Disorder- VPD. I get angered quite easily."

//my muse is like not okay right now ;-;

Illya paused, frowning. What were they supposed to talk about?

Shrugging, the brute pawed at the ground. "Oh, um, normal things I guess? How'd you arrive?" Yeah, that was a safe question to ask. And he still didn't sound like himself. Darn.

//I want someone to draw this picture. it would be amazing xD

//even though he has 59 posts, I'm already starting to think of what I should do for his 100th post. and I have no clue ;-;

Illya looked over to see her messing with his knife "Be careful with that." He said simply, but then hoped he hadn't offended her. Of course she would know to be careful, she wasn't stupid! Unlike himself, who thought that a grown woman couldn't handle a knife. Well, not all women could, but Rhea looked like she was pretty capable.

When she said what a handsome face he had, the wolfdog couldn't help but roll his eyes. Seeing she was standing on her hind legs, he looked around for a chair. Since he was pretty tall for a wolfdog, he didn't really need a chair. He, just, sat down. Spotting one by his bed, he got up to go get it, dragging it to the desk. It screeched loudly as it was dragged across the room, and his ears flattened against his skull, but at least Rhea would be comfortable.

Putting it by the desk, he nodded to the chair. "Sit down. You shouldn't be standing like that; you must be uncomfortable." He said in his monotone voice, with his Russian accent lacing through the words.

Standing in front of the computer, he looked at her. He was pretty sure she wanted it printed. So, with a large sigh, he clicked "PRINT," and went over to the printer. Watching it print out, he grabbed a sharpie. It was a thin one (and it was black, of course), so it'd be easier to write with.

When it was fully printed, he grabbed the picture and placed it on the desk. Taking the cap off the sharpie, he wrote his signature on the paper. It was a memory, and he thought she might like his signature. And how was he able to write, you ask? He was taught at KGB and U.N.C.L.E.

Passing it to Rhea, the smiled, his tail wagging. Another thing that day he had never really done before. "What do you think?"

Illya raised both eyebrows. "Oh, that's... Not good." He commented, though it was obvious. Clearing his throat, he wondered how he should tell him. "I was just wandering along when I came across the stone staircase. Had to investigate. I mean, how does an island float on its own?" He asked, shrugging. Then he remembered he told people he was an architect. He needed to remember that more. Didn't want to tell everyone he was a spy.