Posts by - ILLYA K.

"Were... Were you a human before?"

Illya didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't really know, he might have been. But he didn't know.

Seeing him flop on the ground, Illya just seated himself. "I honestly don't know. Were you?"

//boi

yes

this is perfect tbh

I think I have thought of something for my 100th post

but my muse is dead in this post

//well, what happened was that U.N.C.L.E. wanted to do an experiment on him or whatever

so they erased his memory that he was never a human, and everything he did was as a dog

and they made it so he thought he killed the director, and so he ran away

but they're just seeing how he reacts to everything or something I guess, idk, its a wip

I want someone to make Napoleon now ;-;

He watched the husky push his paws up. Was that something to do with volleyball? He remembered that being a sport in the Olympics. "What do you remember?" He asked, slightly interested. Now this was a good conversation starter.

//I thought of one .0. check out Illya's private thread with kageyama, it's in there

//oooh! maybe I could ask someone to draw it too, lol

//just asked my dad if they had a shooting sport in the Olympics and he said yes. so Illya shall do that for the AU hehe (50 meter rifle [from 3 different places] or he might do rapid shooting. maybe both.)

//btw, not very good with cameras so sorry if I mess up stuff xD

When she asked what was wrong, he shrugged. "Nothing, I just have a boring voice." He joked, hoping she would find it funny. He had a dry sense of humor, and most people just got offended by his humor. And he didn't even mean it in an offensive way. (relatable...)

Illya chuckled at her shock and surprise. "I wouldn't call it transporting, but, yes. And film can be used, but you can print it up digitally too." He added the film to his; he had taken his apart and put the film in there. He also did it in Rhea's.

When she pressed against him, he felt like his whole pelt was on fire. Wha- What is this feeling? He thought to himself, trembling slightly. Was it love? Oh, lord, was he falling in love?

"I think it's perfect..." He smiled, a bit longer than he had the past few days, and blushed quickly. "Thanks, I suppose."

//changing his sport. it's rapid shooting (with a pistol) and 50 meter rifle :3. and the thing with dry humor is so relatable .-.

Illya nodded. Unfortunately, he was right. Why did everyone take dry humor as offensive? For most people, it wasn't even supposed to be offensive. So why was it to some people? He'd probably never find out.

At the comment of him breaking the chairs, and not his teammates or Kage, he laughed quietly (which was something to behold, as he never really laughed). "I could break their, and your, backs in a heartbeat. I wouldn't try anything." He smirked, though he wasn't really kidding.

When he mentioned cats, he chuckled. "You like cats, hmm? And we can get lunch at the cafe. I think I'm fine now."

Suddenly, he cursed. He had forgotten to introduce himself.

He was about to when Kage beat him to it. Illya also did a little bow- though out of habit. "Illya Kuryakin, Russian Olympian shooter."

Standing up and straightening out his outfit, the Russian walked towards the door, waiting for his new companion. Too bad they were in different countries, and on opposite teams.

// a n g s t f o r a l l

Illya blinked. "A seizure? That doesn't sound good." He said, another obvious statement. He really needed to stop being "Captain Obvious."

"But that sounded like a nice life, other than the death part." He said, shuffling his paws. //low muse again

Illya seemed to be the first one, if not one of the first , there. Seating himself, he listened carefully, and waited for the other announcements.

//the daddio is gonna cry more + he's the RiverClan ambassador now ;)

Illya was shocked when she pressed against him, but more so when she called him "daddy."

"Please don't cry. I want daddy to be happy!"

Did she look to him as a fatherly figure? He couldn't look up to himself as a fatherly figure. He was a spy, killer, thief, and so many other things. But a father was not one. The wolfdog though back to when his father was captured. He was quite young, and it had traumatized him. Even though he went against his own will, his father wasn't there for him.

Self-consciously, he reached for his father's watch. It was left on his father's nightstand after the capture. Looking down at Pris, who had moved away, he winced. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Illya didn't know what to say. Could he be a father to her? He wanted to be what his father hadn't been for her, if so. Smiling softly, he looked at Pris. "There's no need to be sorry. You can call me daddy." He smiled. Illya was now a father.

//hello everyone! I play Bim Trimmer here, btw, though he's a bit inactive ;-;

Illya had never traveled to RiverClan before, and he had to admit, it was a nice place. Though he wasn't a big fan of water, or sand. He had almost drowned once, so that really bothered him. But, he tried to ignore it.

The tall wolfdog was dragging a basket full of gifts. There were food, books, toys, clothes, and some art supplies in the basket. He didn't know if they would be appreciated, but it seemed like something many people would like.

Stopping by the border, he didn't know whether to call out or not. Shrugging, the Russian raised his voice and called out. "Illya Kuryakin from BlizzardClan, I'm the new ambassador. I have gifts."

Weekly tasks?

Illya padded up, interested. So, these have to be some tasks given every week, right? He thought, and shrugged. Of course it is, it's in the name.

Smiling at Imperia quickly, he nodded. "I'll take one, miss."

When Beautifulspirit approached first, the brute gave a quick dip of the head. "It's nice to meet you, Beautifulspirit. Things are well in BlizzardClan, but we had the recent death of our vice-leader, Pierce. Today, he returned, thankfully." He really liked the guy, and it was hard for him to see him go. "How are things in RiverClan?" He asked, his tail brushing the sand.

Suddenly, an apprentice came forward and started blabbing on about things. At the end, he was chuckling, his paw tapping the ground lightly. "Помедленнее пожалуйста! Slow down, please!" The Russian said, deciding to use both languages. "I have books, and I believe some are spellbooks, along with some toys in there if you'd like one." He responded, smiling quickly before it disappeared as fast as it came.

Okay, now the tears were flowing.

He was so glad they were alone. If anyone saw him like this- all he could think of being was dead meat.

Nuzzling her softly with his snout when she returned, a tear fell onto her white pelt. "Thank you Pris. It's absolutely beautiful." He whispered, which made him harder to hear. The brute was a quiet talker, surprisingly.

//OMG I'M DYING XD. Rhea is so frickin' good at combacks lol (olympics au) so much shade & why they be hatin' on my bab

//*smh* Russians...

Illya had to admit, she was right about the whole transportation thing. He didn't know how she came up with it, but it was pretty darn smart. "I suppose you're right." He commented, fiddling around with her camera. The wolfdog also turned off the flash so then he wouldn't be blinded again.

But then he was looking into her eyes again. Those beautiful eyes... Blinking, he moved his gaze away and had another blush on his face. So this was love? Or was he just experiencing the beginning of it? He kind of liked the feeling actually.

No. I cannot love. Illya thought to himself, looking away from her all together. Love is a lie. It will betray you. But then he remembered what he said when Wi had commented once that "love is fake." The brute had replied with "sometimes the love can be real."

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Sighing, he picked up his own camera. The male wanted a picture of her for himself, too. "Smile."

So he had to find a healthy outlet for his emotions, huh? And then teach it to others?

Oh, boy, this was going to be harder than he thought. Mostly because he had no clue what his healthy outlet would be. He loved shooting and throwing knifes. Was that a healthy outlet? Probably not, because neither or those things were really "healthy."

Well, what about taking pictures? That calmed him down a lot. He could teach everyone to take pictures or something, but he didn't think everyone would be interested.

Or maybe he could just try and learn to control his emotions. Usually he was pretty good at it, he didn't pounce at the person and knock their brains out when they said something rude, he just walked away shaking. But most people found it as a weakness, which he did not have.

Then an idea sparked in his head. Meditation.

Wasn't that supposed to calm the body? He believed so, and early in the morning, he went by a lake and spread out a few blankets. He would try to meditate on his own, and then teach it to others. This wouldn't be so hard! (He hoped not, at least.)

Sitting down, doing his best to get comfortable. That's what the website had said online. "1. Sit or lie comfortably. You may want to invest in a meditation chair." Well, he didn't have that, but he had blankets. "2. Close your eyes." Closing his eyes, the wolfdog grinned. Ah, this is easy! He thought, shifting his weight. "3. Make no effort to control the breath; simply breathe naturally." Check. "4. Focus on the breath and on how the body moves with each inhalation and exhalation. Notice the movement of your body as you breathe. Observe your chest, shoulders, rib cage, and belly. Simply focus your attention on your breath without controlling its pace or intensity. If your mind wanders, return your focus back to your breath." Okay, this was starting to get a bit harder, but he did it. "Do this for two or three minutes, and then try longer periods of time." And so, he did it for three.

And after, he felt strangely calm. He was most of the time, but it was a different feeling. He was relieved; and even relaxed.

So he stood up and walked into the center of camp. "Meditation class by the nearest lake to the camp! Come and control your emotions." Hmm, that was a good slogan.

Illya, slightly irritated, kept his mouth shut until she was done. She was just an apprentice, and she didn't know that asking too many questions could be a bad thing. He kept telling himself that, pawing at the ground until she had finished.

Her stillness bothered him, but he pulled a smile. "Yes, they are real spellbooks. I didn't make them, I just found them lying around. I don't believe anyone wanted them." He didn't add that he had gone to the store and stolen those, and he shrugged. "I have a few, probably about three or four. You may have them, if you'd like."

Illya chuckled, following after the kid with his thumbs in his pockets. He was going to come calm, cool, and collected. And if they said something to him about that again, he swore he'd punch them both in the face, though he probably wouldn't. And darn, he had forgotten to meditate. Oh, well, at least Kageyama and calmed him.

Approaching the cafe, he made sure to avoid the two Russians, and noticed someone had taken his seat. With a frown, he walked over to Wi and Joe. "Hello, Illya Kuryakin, Russian shooter." He said, loud enough for the others to hear. And he was a pretty darn good shooter, if he did say so himself. He could probably shoot Aleski and Mie blindfolded.

//gonna try to make Illya salty in the thread

//I suck at comebacks. I always think of them later in the day

//don't worry, my muse has been dead .-.

Waiting until she had smiled, Illya clicked the button, and this time (thankfully), there was no flash. Putting his camera down, he did the same thing he had done for Rhea's camera, instead just unplugging hers and plugging his back in.

Pulling up the picture, he smiled. "Aw, how adorable." He grinned, only half joking. She did look pretty cute in it... Shaking his head, the Russian printed up the picture.

Picking it up, he placed it on the desk, and put the sharpie by it. "Do you know how to write?" He asked, tilting his head. He was already thinking of asking her to go on a walk with him. Then, they could tell each other things, so they knew each other better. But he didn't know if he would tell her that he was a spy, murder, and thief. Not yet.

//aHa yes rhea s.

Illya wasn't the one for parties, much less dates, but he was invited, and he decided to go.

He hoped he wasn't too dressed up for the occasion. The tall man was wearing a black suit and tie, black slacks, nice black shoes, his father's watch, a silver ring (on his right ring finger), and he had a rose in his pocket. Why did he have a rose? He was hoping to maybe give it to Rhea; if she came.

Looking around, he didn't know where to sit, since he seemed like one of the first people there, so he just stood by the entrance.