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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Tue Jun 11, 2019 8:35 pm

Manzo

It was a beautiful day at the pier in Astera, the man in black was strolling along the wooden planks until he found a secluded spot away from all by standers. Open water was the best place to practice his technique, and seeing as how today was specifically vacant at the pier, now was the best time to do such a thing. It had been several days since the last demon attack, his mind couldn't help but wander to his comrade in arms in that fight. How much of a struggle it was to get through it. All this wandering was causing him to grow dull in his abilities.

As a younger man he was as sharp as a razor blade, able to stand up to any challenge, but no longer. It seemed he had lost something in all of these travels of his, something he hoped to reclaim on this day, if he could only figure out how. This was quite the predicament he had found himself in. Not one he'd like to repeat once he got himself out of it, if he could get himself out of it that is.

Manzo held his hand out over the open water, electricity crackling in his palm, a blast of lightning magic left his hand. He winced in pain for a moment before firing another one. Over and over again he fired blasts until his fingers went numb and the smell of burning flesh could noticed by anyone who was remotely close to the area. He stopped for a second and looked down at his hand, burned and raw. He felt empty in this moment, like all the life had left his body.

Seagulls flew over head, cooing their usual cools during this time of the day. Manzo lay on his back and stare up at the sky thing of younger days, even though he was not that old, he had felt that he had truly lost something, lost more than he had found.

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Wed Jun 12, 2019 9:03 pm

Akira Shimada

Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle
of champagne like me?  

After spending a considerable amount of time exploring Astera, she had a rough idea of her predispositions with regards to the various spots she could isolate herself at. She preferred rocky rawness of the cliffs to the pedicured wooden slats of the pier and she was partial to the sands of the beach over the gruff hills. The docks were out of the question, they were always too populated. Nonetheless, the view of the ocean was spectacular from all those locations. Though the way the sea kept peeking at her, no matter where she went, did steal away from its splendor.

Having recently discovered that she had control over her wings, the Shimada had been trying to perfect her aeriel manouevers. Dropping off a cliff with the hope that her wings would unfurl in time and carry her, had surely tested her mettle and her faith in herself. They large feathery appendages usually opened just in time before she hit the unruly waters below. Her toes would nick the greedy, turbulent waves, before she began her glide towards the piers.

She'd been doing this for a few days now, the Shimada had charted a simple path that ended close to a cafe - all that flying was exhausting and left her quite famished - so she could grab a bite. She didn't fly too high, especially over the land. Just enough to learn to keep herself in the air and not fall too far should her wings fail her.

Today, as she swooped, low over the piers, her shadow climbed upon a figure lying under her. There was a person in her spot. It wasn't really her spot, just the one she'd chosen for herself when exploring the piers. Nonetheless, she felt attached and almost territorial about it. Despite that, it was always intriguing to meet those who sought quiet places like her.

Even from the slight height, it was easy to notice the wounds on this man's hands. Curiously, she landed with a soft thud, crouching to ensure she didn't stumble. She rose and gave into her curiosity, sauntering towards the man. Her silhouette probably eclipsed the sun as it cast a shadow over the man. 'You look like the literal definition of burn out.' she stated, with a small, playful smirk.


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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Wed Jun 12, 2019 9:11 pm

Manzo

A flying person, you don't see one of those everyday Manzo thought to himself. As the woman spoke to him, making comments about the burns on his hands Manzo could only smirk at her attempt at humor, her smirk signifying she was proud of herself for that pun she had made. Though truthfully it wasn't a bad one, even if it did add insult to injury. Though she had no clue as to what those burns meant, and how tortured he was about them. So no harm done in that regard. 


"Huh, pretty observant of you, don't fly to close to the sun icarus or you'll end up just as well done as me."

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Wed Jun 12, 2019 9:27 pm

Akira Shimada

Just to pour that motherfucker
Down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill
To dry the stain like me? 

She'd had no real intention to incinerate or wound with her words. In retrospect, she quickly realized that they could potentially hurt. So, she chewed on her lips as she waited for the older man to respond.

The Shimada was relieved when her smirk was reflected and a teasing remark was used as a retort. 'If I possessed Icarus' abilities, I wouldn't waste them on flying that high.' she mused, looking up at the sky poignantly.

She wondered what caused the injuries the man bore. Considering no one else was in sight, could they be self-inflicted. She wasn't entirely certain, but while she was still airborne, she vaguely recalled seeing some bright sparks that originated from the spot they now inhabited. 'What happened to your hands anyways?' she asked simply, unwilling to spend time needlessly speculating.

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Wed Jun 12, 2019 9:34 pm

Manzo

The younger woman was quite interesting, in an intelectual sense, not in a carnal sense. Though it is true had she any abilities like an icarus why would she should even remotely be among mortals.


"Smart girl, you'd have escaped that tower with any issues wouldn't you."


Once the topic of his hands was brought up he smirked to himself with a small wince of pain mixed into it. He stood up from his spot, his back now facing her, he put his hand out to face the ocean. Gathering a large amount of Lightning magic in his palm, after a few moments he released, a massive both of lightning left his hand, followed by a blinding flash of light.


"That's how, just a little target practice is all."

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Fri Jun 14, 2019 11:34 pm

Akira Shimada

Are you high enough without
The Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart
To entertain like me?  

She eyed the man impassively and then shrugged, despite the rhetoric and seemingly condescending nature of his question, she decided to respond with a genuine answer.

'It'd just be a matter of finding the right, balanced height.' That was her take away from the story, had he flown too low the spray of the sea would weigh the boy down. And of course, opting too fly too high had resulted in his fall. There was a middle ground.

Instead of just recounting how he injured himself, the man decided to boldly demonstrate. When he got up, she grew wary, but did not change her stance to anything overtly defensive or offensive. Her deductions about the wounds being self-inflicted were soon substantiated by his actions. For an instant, his form was the silhouette. He created the spark in front of him and despite the challenge of the sun, it shined brightly. It kicked up a plume of sea foam which splattered across the deck of the pier, leaving a gentle shade of darker wood behind.

'There must be a way to ensure the lightning doesn't harm you.' she said, ambling to stand beside him, cocking her head curiously.

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Fri Jun 14, 2019 11:49 pm

Manzo





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She did have a point about balance, and it was something Manzo couldn't honestly grasp at the moment, for it had been so long since he had truly pushed his limits. But unfortunately, balance with something as pure as lightning was hard to come by. It required perfect execution, even the slightest bit of timing being off would throw the whole spell out of whack and then hurt him in the process. Though lightning users were few and far between these days. Not to mention a full blooded Joyan mage was almost unheard of these days given how steeped in the art of the sword their culture was.

"I just realized you and I haven't been properly introduced. My name is Mattori, Mattori Manzo."



Power Is Beauty At Its Purest



"Begone, with the thunder clap"
- Manzo Mattori

credit to nat of adoxography.


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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Sun Jun 16, 2019 2:59 am

Akira Shimada

Do the people whisper 'bout you
On the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn't waste
Your pretty face like me?  

The young lady was concerned about his practice tactics. She also realized that it'd be interesting to get more insight on the element itself. She'd only wielded light and darkness, and wondered if elements like fire and lightning posed more of a challenge for the mages commanding them.

He decided not to grace her observations and implied inquiries with a response. Given her stubbornly curious nature, she chose to continue assessing what she'd witnessed. However, she kept her ideas to herself this time, letting them crystallize in her mind.

She'd deduced his descent to be similar to hers, but given that she wasn't the patriotic sort she decided not to dwell on their shared heritage. The name he offered confirmed this and she was swift to offers hers in return. 'Akira Shimada.' Her introduction was not embellished, or rather plagued with the usual niceties.

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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:08 am

Manzo





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It had occurred to him that he had not even remotely acknowledged her questions. While it was true that there was indeed a way for him to do such a thing, it was a power that he had laid to rest long ago. Along with his true appearance. Though now seemed as good a time as any to throw off the shadows of his true identity. Manzo lowered his hand, turned to her and smiled for a moment.
"Well Shimada, it's nice to meet you. Seeing as you and I are of the same home land, it seems only right that you see the true me." It was then that he snapped his fingers. Revealing his true self to Akira. His solid black clothing shifted to something, more homey. Something that she could easily identify, if she knew anything of her Joyan heritage.

He snapped his fingers again. Attire left to him by his old master was finally brought out. His standard outfit consists of a white yukata with a blue swirl pattern on the bottom and at the end of the sleeves, worn so that his arm only goes through the left sleeve and the right half droops down over his obi. Over this he wears a black belt buckled so that there is leftover dangling from the buckle, from which his bokutō Lake Toya hangs. Underneath, he wears a black red-lined shirt with a popped collar and black pants. He also wears knee-high black boots, buckled at the top and above his foot, which appear to add about half an inch to his height. All in all, his outfit suggests an air of laziness and may be a reflection of Manzo's own personal sense of style. Soon after that his height grew, and his body began to shift. Naturally he was a very well built young man. His jet black hair shifted to curly and somewhat shaggy white-ish blue. His black eyes shifted to red, one of the main traits of someone with a god slayer magic.

Not long after black lightning began to swirl around him. "Truthfully speaking, I was a fool to try to suppress my power for the sake posterity, and honestly a little bit of shame. Being associated with something that could slay a deity. Something made out of the necessity to slay a god. But what use is it to hide what I truly am anymore, seeing how the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Maybe power steeped in darkness is truly needed. So allow me to be perfectly clear, the only reason I hurt myself, is because I reject myself. I do so no more." He said, in his mother tongue to boot. As soon as he was done speaking, he fired off a barrage of black lightning that hit it's target perfectly, as well as obliterate it. The wounds on his hands completely healed from the use of his true magic.


Power Is Beauty At Its Purest



"Begone, with the thunder clap"
- Manzo Mattori

credit to nat of adoxography.


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Cloak and Dagger [Akira|Social] Empty on Tue Jun 18, 2019 2:55 pm

Akira Shimada
And all the people say
You can't wake up,
This is not a dream
You're part of a machine,
You are not a human being

She wasn't self-important enough to think that she had a part to play in the changes that she witnessed the man undergo. She merely watched, with an amusement and a good measure of curiosity as he transformed himself. Everything about his attire changed, as did the tresses upon his head. But something about him still remained the same. Akira hadn't known him too long, but despite the alteration in the outward appearance, it did little to manipulate the course of their interaction. The change was perhaps for the better, if this was truly this man's most organic and natural self, Akira could hope that this allowed him to be more comfortable in his own skin.

His words attested to as much, Akira was a careful and a considerate listen, she sought not to interrupt him. However, his experience did resonate with her own. While she had never physically harmed herself, even by simple over-exertion during a training session, she did recall possessing a more indifferent attitude towards her life and her own well-being. A lot had changed within the Shimada as well, she was not physically the same little girl she had been when she joined the Rune Knights, but that instinct to put herself in dangerous situations had still not entirely perished. So perhaps, her words were a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

She bowed her head gently, to acknowledge her heritage and responded in Joyan as well. She had not had a chance to interact in that language for quite some time, so this was a welcome change. 'I understand all to well, the restrictions of society. The kind that force us to believe that we are not fit for it. The ones that propel us to change who we are. To wear masks and to hide.' She stated this, for the moment, she did not color it with her own ill experiences, having being a subject for people's prejudice in a rather rampant manner as she grew up. Perhaps as they continued conversing, they could share more about their pasts.

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