If you're buying "health food bars" make sure you check the sugar content. A little natural sugar is normal, but it ain't heathy if it has 20g added sugar.
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Being a small pepper.
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Just shout to the heavens "UWOH SEGGS" and wait for divine inspiration. Or your family's disapproval. Whichever gets there first.
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I love when I shovel myself out, drive through a snowstorm to get to work on time... and then my boss calls me 5 minutes after when I was supposed to arrive that he's not coming in and to go home...
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Bio
Facts about me: 1. I like writing. 2. I like cats. 3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril) 4. I am 30 years old... 5. I have graduated college. 6. I'm trying to get better at drawing. 7. I'm a dude. 8. I eat far too much cheese. 9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
We got a potential badass, medic, and tech guy to go with my useless cinnamon roll! Just need to find a firebender. Also cool to note that we've got people to rep for every zone. All three rings and the outside!
Speaking of which, I made a few more tweaks and named the pet shop as well as giving ya boi some actual clothes. I hear nudity is still frowned on even after an extra 100 years.
OK, good to know. Basically I wanted the glassbending to play a role... but then realized I didn't think I could ever tone it down to the point where it was a full part of his abilities from the beginning, so I decided to make the mentor and have them do most of the work. Also, the main persona almost doesn't know how to earthbend, and the alternate (blue) persona gets all the teaching in secret while "Yuan" is "asleep." But the main persona is in control like 80%~ of the time and the alt doesn't get to come out every time he goes to sleep, so the training he gets is rather limited, as I attempted to make clear in the sheet. But now that I'm thinking about it more, glassbending or no, no one said the mentor has to be a master or anything XD . Just has to be better than him.
In any case, you've made it abundantly clear how lacking our characters' skills should be at the beginning so I'm doing my best to stick to that and won't try to pull a fast one mid-rp or anything. Hopefully that assuages any concerns and we can see how things look when the sheet is closer to 100%.
Anyway, now that I know I was on the right track I'll flesh out the mentor. Didn't want to waste the effort if I had it wrong.
Name: Weiyuan - "Yuan" Age: 19 Gender: Male Element: Earth
Residence: Lower Ring
Occupation: Animal Keeper. He works for an exotic animal breeder and broker of questionable legality named "The Catgator's Meow." His favorite are the turtle-ducks.
As a side note, it may be worth noting he has not once heard a catgator actually meow...
Who are you? That's a complicated question sometimes. When I was younger I realized I could earthbend. I thought it was amazing, but my family was terrified and only my grandfather would have me. Later I made the mistake of letting more people know. Instead of being turned in or executed, they decided to deal with me themselves. They beat me until I was unconscious. I was asleep for days afterward. I was never really... the same after that. I don't talk anymore.
On the bright side, I was "born." Don't worry about me, though. I'm not really anyone at the end of the day. I just help deal with things when they get a bit too hard.
Umm, people who know about me say that I ended up with something called "split personalities." I thought maybe I got hit too hard, but they said it was probably just because I needed to become someone else to deal with the stress of what happened. Anyway I learned my lesson and didn't try to bend again after that. That kind of made things better, but then I lost my grandfather and I had to try and take care of myself. I guess people don't always like that I don't talk, because I ended up getting hurt again. They didn't beat me quite as bad as last time, but a piece of glass got stuck deep in my throat. I got lucky though. A friend found me and got the glass out. Later on a doctor told me that even if I wanted to learn to talk again, it would be pointless because now there was too much damage. I've gotten good at sign language, though!
Actually, I can talk. Kind of. I can whisper, but have you ever tried to hold a conversation on a busy street while whispering? It's a nightmare. Anyway, that's not even the whole story. It was a friend of mine that saved us. My mentor, Chae-Won. Apparently earthbenders can control glass. With her help and instruction, together we got the glass out. They did most of the work, of course, but they couldn't feel exactly where the glass was inside me, so I had to help direct it. Not my idea of fun, but it was an interesting lesson.
But yeah, I've made sure to keep learning, but unfortunately I'm not usually in the driver's seat, so it's hard to get very far. You think I've been able to even budge glass since? Ugh. Don't tell him that, though. He's not ready to get back into it all. I don't even want to think about how much he'd freak out if he knew. Yuan just thinks she's a friendly neighbor.
Now I work with animals. They don't care if I bend or not, or if I talk or not. I've also learned that some people actually like that I don't talk. It makes me really good at keeping secrets. I know they're not great people, but I have to survive somehow.
What is your opinion on Benders?
Benders are very bad. They wouldn't have hurt me so much if they weren't.
And yet even when you stopped, you still got hurt.
I've stopped bending. I just want to be normal.
You'd be dead if you were...
Extra: He keeps an old pocket-watch on him; a gift from his grandfather. Apparently it had originally belonged to his great-grandfather who died during the assault on Ba Sing Se. His grandfather had found the man buried in rubble, the watch damaged and broken, forever stuck at the time the invasion had begun.
He, perhaps unsurprisingly, has numerous scars. The main ones are the ones on his scalp, though his hair mostly hides these, and the one on his neck. Then are the ones on his back and forearms from trying to protect himself. Lastly, he has various, smaller, faded scars all along his arms, legs, and torso from his first... incident. Most of the time, his clothes hide the vast majority of his scars, but the ones on his neck and forearms tend to be visible to some degree unless he really buttons up his jacket.
He knows all the turtle-ducks in the store by name. He's also the one who names them.
He was once tricked into eating turtle-duck soup. The only reason the other man is still alive is because all the ducks in the store were still accounted for... and yes, he finished it all, and yes it was delicious...
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Name: Chae-Won Age: 28 Gender: Iron Man (FeMale) Element: Earth
Residence: Lower Ring
Occupation: "Courier"
Most days she really does just run deliveries. The reason she's made this into a viable career is because she's earned a reputation as one of the few people who can traverse the entirety of the Lower Ring, the Underground, and sometimes even outside the walls without being robbed, jumped, or otherwise accosted. She can even be convinced to dress up a bit and go into the Middle Ring on occasion. The problem is that, in order to keep a steady flow of income, the things she needs to bring from A to B aren't always... innocuous. Sometimes what she's asked to deliver is a beating, though she tries to be picky with those ones.
She yearns for the day that she can go back to being just a friendly delivery girl, but that day hasn't come yet. Tee only other skill she has she can't show to people -- except for one.
When she first caught him practicing, she played dumb, just scolding him and telling him to be more careful. However, she kept a close eye on him after that, sometimes just quietly watching him try to use his earthbending, pretending like she was fascinated. Eventually she took a risk and revealed her own abilities. Whether it was out of pity to teach him, since he could barely lift more than a few grains of sand, or because she was lonely, it was hard to say. It turned out the boy, Yuan, had his own secrets of course. There were two of him, the one she taught in secret, and the one who just really liked feeding the turtle-ducks and needed a friendly face to greet every day.
Maybe she'd needed that too.
OK I'm not gonna call this quite done yet, but I wanna make sure I'm heading in the right direction before I commit fully to the idea/go all out.
Also I do I have a question:
Please provide information on one NPC related to your character in the sheet.
Does this mean literally family? Just anyone that is involved with our character? Or do you perhaps mean one of those characters listed on the character tab? I'm assuming the second option there, but I wanna make sure before I go any farther.
I just love the idea of reshaping the terrain and Toph was my favorite character. To me, earth is just more interesting than spewing globs of "insert element here".
Well that's not entirely fair. Every element can do something cool, but earth just takes it for me in this case.
So yeah it's just me picking my favorite and figuring out what I'll do with that as I go.
Neat. Well while I'm here super early... I'm just gonna say earth bending is my favorite so hopefully that doesn't clash with anyone else! Though I'll be surprised if we're all naturally inclined to a different element each.
Be hilarious if we were though. At that point we might as well call it fate. XD
The two Nightmans moved at once, though each taking a separate action. As Reverio’s blade of light swung, Nightman made a fist and he produced a light of his own. The wave of light broke against his body, never even threatening his duplicate.
However, this light was not of Reverio’s power, but the ring on his finger.
The second Nightman merely threw his arms out, stepping forward into the projectile furniture, hungry shadows springing forth to devour it.
“She really is quick…” Nightman sneered at Reverio, dropping the shield of light before suddenly his stolen, spiritual double burst out from him to clamp a hand down on Reverio’s face, lifting him off his feet before its grip began to tighten painfully.
At the same time, the second Nightman regurgitated the desk, the item arcing past Chinami and Ken to splatter against the wall behind them. It landed, a puddle of shadows seeping out of it. Then, something else was regurgitated. From that new puddle, the man in the suit was spat out, though he lay still.
More concerning was that it wasn’t done. Another hand reached out, a new figure clawing its way out of the shadows. It was… the man in the suit? An expressionless, desaturated, shadowy copy of the original had been spawned.
Now it was truly an even fight, at least in terms of numbers. Though, now one could imagine just how badly things could turn if one of them were to be swallowed next.
“You wanted my attention, boy? Well… there you have it,” Nightman said, and then the shadow copy charged at him. With that, he paid the boy no more mind and looked to Chinami, “Choices, choices…”
To help Ken any further, she’d have to turn her back on him.
Gritting her teeth, Chinami felt almost like something was clicking in her head regarding Nightman’s power. In fact… perhaps his name was more on the nose than she’d ever imagined… Were… the shadows actually his and not the Man in the Suit’s? If that was the case, however, then what exactly did that mean for the now seeming husk of a betrayed man. Unfortunately, there was little time to ponder the particulars at length. Blondie seemed to be dueling the first Nightman alone, but her situation was worse.
Outnumbered and stuck with a person she had to protect at all costs to keep the odds even close to even, there was no chance she was going to be aiding Blondie. Her eyes flicking over her copy of Nightman, she couldn’t find a single difference to the first. Everything about him was identical, down to the obvious magic ring on his finger. She’d seen the other Nightman use their own copy, but… the second one hadn’t. Was that because he preferred the shadows… or because he couldn’t? It still wasn’t explicitly clear which was the real Nightman -if, indeed, both weren’t equally legitimate, but her going theory was that if there was a copy between them, that’s what she was facing… especially given the sight of her stolen power being used against Blondie. Unfortunately, she couldn’t yet make any definitive conclusions.
Shoving the brunette behind her, as she took a step back from both foes, Chinami’s crimson eyes flicked between the desaturated Man in the Suit clone(?) and Nightman clone(?). Her lips drew together tensely, as her Spirit bristled beneath her skin. Moment of truth.
She could go after the shadow copy without holding back and obliterate him in a moment, but there was no guarantee that he couldn’t simply be “respawned” and that the Nightman wouldn’t be able to capitalize on her opening. If she went after the Nightman, she’d likely once more be testing her Spirit against his stolen copy… unless her guess was correct… hopefully. And similarly, there was no telling if the darkness clone wouldn’t be able to surpass her defense of the brunette the moment she was even moderately occupied. Between the two… the better target was clear, and yet…
No.
With these odds, the worst thing she could possibly do here was to continue playing defense while surrounded on all sides, when more light beams or darkness could punch through or swallow the brunette from any direction. She needed to stop waffling and start narrowing things down. She only had one target that she knew for a fact she could eliminate… at least temporarily. So, that would have to do.
Main goals: survive, protect brunette and Blondie and thus survive.
Time to stop holding off on pointless things.
As Ken was ushered back, his first impulse was to scold himself for his failure. Then his second impulse was to ask Chinami out loud, “What are the limits of your teleportation?! Can you teleport me that ring on Nightman’s hand or cut off said hand, then teleport it?! Or…”
He got it, “Teleport us both to a specific address; I have a sword as powerful as Rev’s but it’s in said address!”
Hopefully she believed him. Hopefully she trusted him enough to bring him back home temporarily so that he can get the Ame-no-Murakumo (and a gun) so that he can finally participate in the battle!
Yes, he knew how to shoot.
Pursing her lips, Chinami spared a brief glance at him with her real eyes, as her Spirit kept watch on the encroaching foes. Tensely, she asked in return, “Will your enhancement fade if you move far away from us?”
Ken nodded and said, “The range of my enhancement is the size of a billiards room in a casino, or a large classroom in St. Laurel’s. So it’s best if we do this fast.”
One of the elbows of Chinami’s Spirit moved back to lightly tap him on the chest, and Ken felt something ripple through him, a new form of strength that felt oddly similar to his own enhancement. If he looked up, he could glimpse the edge of feral smile on Chinami’s face, as her Spirit responded in his ear with a hushed whisper only he could hear, “Well, for the next little bit, bud, your range is city-wide, so… do hurry back.” She tapped him once more.
Ken felt again that strange rippling vibration, as the sensation of being in two places at once rolled through him. A moment later, he found himself on a rooftop overlooking the Nightman Clinic, the heavy rainfall soaking him thoroughly in moments. But, more importantly… he could feel a spark in his chest and an innate knowledge, like it had been implanted into him, an instinctual understanding that he suddenly possessed the ability to teleport anywhere he’d been before… along with the comprehension that he had only a few hours of it…
Chinami had clearly heard his request and done him one far better. Now, it was up to him to capitalize on the opportunity.
Back inside the clinic, Chinami sucked in a deep breath and firmed herself before the enemy. “I don’t know if you’re even the real Man in the Suit or what the hell happened to you, but-” With the effective hostage now removed from the line of fire, Chinami herself flickered, reappearing above and behind the shadowy clone. Legs sheathed in her Spirit were plunged into and through the wall behind her down to the knee, enough so to have her shoes protrude into the rain, anchoring the Goth firmly in a downward-facing position, as her Spirit left her form and lunged towards the shade of the Man in the Suit.
“-it seems like you’re already dead.”
This time, without holding back in the slightest, nigh-supersonic blows ripped towards the shade with every intention of reducing it to little more than swiss cheese in the shape of a person.
As the first Nightman figure had used its spirit double to grab Rev’s head and face, keeping him in place and inflicting pressure onto the troubled exile. The blonde still held onto his sword, and reacted in a fierce manner towards his attacker in conjunction with the pain he was receiving, making four slashing cuts vertically, aiming for the arms of the spirit, then two horizontal ones towards its legs. He wasn’t sure if his inherited sword would prove effective against a thing such as this. Yet in the situation in which he and his two newly met allies were in, there was no other choice but to try.
Nightman hissed in surprise as Reverio’s blade damaged the spirit and Nightman himself. Reverio was immediately released, the spirit fleeing back to Nightman as soon as he felt the first cut. This certainly complicated things.
One wrong move and that sword could prove highly problematic if not fatal. He still had more to learn about the powers he’d stolen from Chinami, it seemed.
Meanwhile, the shadow copy would prove no real obstacle for Chinami. It did not go down as easily as she might have expected, considering her power output, but neither could it really resist her. It simply took an extra few punches before it lost all integrity and dissolved into nothingness.
Then again, at the rate she threw punches, who could tell the difference?
As for Ken, he teleported back home, obviously, directly into his parents’ room; they were still away from home. He took out the case containing the Ame-no-Murakumo from under the bed, a case which had a retinal and fingerprint and DNA scanner for it to be opened, and pulled out the sword and its scabbard, before also grabbing his father’s 10mm Pistol and a few magazines from its own locked case (he knew where the key was).
Then he ‘blinked’ back to where the fight raged, drew sword and pistol, and fired directly at the head of the Nightman attacking Reverio; the boy knew that would not kill the duplicate, but in case it did, Ken could just ‘choke down’ the mental trauma from killing for the first time, especially as it might not even be the real Nightman.
“Hello, asshole,” the boy said before drawing the sword’s blade - The scabbard was hastily strapped to his belt - And sending a cutting blade of wind at the Nightman Duplicate he hadn’t already shot, a cutting blade which was enough to sever an arm, before mouthing off again as a small tornado surrounded him to ward off any attempts at counterattack.
“I opened my heart to you and you now know my grievances, concerns, and weaknesses,” Ken shot off a few more cutting blades at the Nightman Duplicates’ feet. “But you betrayed me. That said, there was a positive development: I now realize that my desire for Izumo’s throne and the red silk robes of the Emperor was rooted in the wish to wipe the tears of my people’s eyes and bring back their smiles.”
He then sent forth a gust of wind with the force of a punch at the face of the nearest Nightman duplicate. “And to do that, to wipe the tears and restore said smiles, I am willing to accept the fact that I am callous about killing, callous about my own life, even.”
Twirling his blade, a small tornado began forming in the center of the room, causing debris and objects to whirl around. “So I’ll weather the consequences for killing you, asshole.”
And he shot the nearest Nightman duplicate again, this time in his center of mass.
Before Nightman could retaliate against either Reverio or Chinami, Ken returned to the battle. NIghtman took notice the second he reappeared, a benefit of the spirit, and so was able to react accordingly. By the time Ken had taken aim and pulled the trigger, the first Nightman had moved himself into the path of the bullet and activated the ring again, the bullet exploding into harmless sparks against the glowing barrier.
He weathered Ken’s tirade with a passive look of derision, only smirking at the very end.
“Consequences? Child, I can assure you, you need not fear killing me,” he said, shadows beginning to crawl across his skin and then swirl around him. “For it is not within your power.” The half of the room Nightman stood in began to grow impenetrably dark, making it impossible to see past him.
He began to walk forward, the veil of darkness following close behind him. Then… he stopped.
“Let us end this farce.”
Nightman held out his arms and streams of shadows surged toward Ken. The tornado shield fended them off, whipping the shadows about and causing thick, dark globules to spray randomly across the room, threatening Chinami and Reverio as they did.
However, after a few seconds, the attack had ended and Ken himself was unscathed… at first. The air current of the tornado had drawn the shadows up to an intact portion of the ceiling directly above Ken.
Slowly, the second Nightman that had been obscured by the wall of darkness slid out from this shadowy portal, extending his arms. Ken’s own tornado would help hide him from view until it was too late. Shadows poured from his hand down upon Ken, and once the boy was completely enshrouded, the man himself would drop down and drag him into the shadows, the two vanishing.
As her hurried barrage of attacks wound down, Chinami gave a couple gasps for breath, frowning mildly, as the clone of the Man in the Suit crumbled and splattered into nothingness. There was a strangely painful pulse behind her eyes after that exertion, but it faded a moment later. Shaking her head, her Spirit wrenched her legs free of the wall and lightly swung her over to a nearby spot on the floor free of darkness. Her arms, still bruised from deflecting the barrage of darkness projectiles before, ached painfully again after the further pressure her furious attacks had put them under. Apparently, the fact that the darkness clone was, in fact, made of said darkness gave it enough of a spiritual aspect to incur some pushback on reckless attacks. Her knuckles ached, as she flexed her fingers.
Glancing over, she saw that Rev’s sword had indeed managed as she’d simultaneously hoped and feared it would, freeing him from the perilous clutches of her stolen power. Though… a writhing shroud of shadows now obscured Nightman’s duplicate from sight. It was there… but not acting immediately. She wasn’t sure how worried she was about that apparent strategic display of caution, but she’d take the moment to gather a little more information.
Her Spirit’s eyes still on the battle and arrival of Ken, Chinami crouched down to the prone body of the Man in the Suit and carefully checked his pulse and breath… Both were dangerously weak, but they were there nonetheless. A sharp pat to his cheek elicited no response, but perhaps that was for the best. Gritting her teeth, Chinami touched the Man in the Suit with her Spirit and transported him outside the window, out of the direct line of fire. Honestly, she shouldn’t have room for that kind of mercy right now… but… with the betrayal… She could offer him this much. What they’d do with him afterwards would be up to determining the extenuating circumstances.
Ken’s voice going on and on reached her ears, and Chinami’s head snapped back to the matter at hand… and the boy gloating at an incredibly inopportune time from within a tornado. “Fool! Stop talking and fight! We-!” Her words were cut off by Nightman’s cold response in the form of a surge of darkness. The brunette's whirlwind managed Nightman’s fresh assault admirably… Unfortunately, that had the side effect of redirecting a fair amount of the attack both her and Blondie’s way.
Blobs of softball size were accelerated and deflected off the surface of a gale force wind. Restraining a yelp, Chinami commanded her Spirit forth to defend as it had before. Only… these globules were far less solid. The moment the first one impacted her Spirit’s questing hand, it splattered, provoking a sharp flinch from Chinami, as her bruised hand spasmed like it had been punched. “M-mother-f-fu-!” Despite their fluidity, their increased size and acceleration were decidedly disagreeable, and Chinami couldn’t help flinching with each impact, her Spirit nonetheless loyally absorbing everything it could manage till its master’s arms were actively trembling. Worse still, the darkness clung to her Spirit’s arms, painting them pitch black from the volume of absorbed projectiles.
In the meantime, a growing expanse of darkness, combined with the roaring winds had cut Ken off from her sight. Moments later, to her dread, the tornado and a large section of the darkness collapsed, revealing both the brunette and the Nightman clone to have disappeared from view.
“Shit, shit shit!” Chinami hissed, as she glanced between the remaining combatants. She could still feel the strengthening effect from the brunette, so he wasn’t quite dead… yet. But who knew how long that would last with his reckless ass on his own? She’d granted him the same scrying protection as her, so wherever the hell he’d been taken, there wasn’t a chance in hell of her locating him and coming to the rescue. She’d simply have to trust him to make use of what brains and brawn he had to hold out and return alone. Hopefully, the teleportation she’d granted him would help… but all things considered, she wasn’t inclined to bet on it.
In the meantime…
Her Spirit harshly wrung its arms a bit, but the darkness continued to cling unbothered. She grimaced, as her arms twinged again, now thoroughly beaten black and blue… not that one could tell aside from her trembling hands mostly lying limp. Swallowing, Chinami considered her options. There was… a gnawing feeling of dread encroaching, like something rising over the horizon. She couldn’t pinpoint a particular source other than a gut feeling, and yet…
She tried to phase her Spirit through the clinging darkness, to have it slide off its arms as easily as the rain… only to meet failure… probably due to the spiritual element infusing them. There was… a feeling… Glancing around, Chinami couldn’t help getting the sensation that the darkness currently continuing to spread across every surface was… hungrier.
Furrowing her brow, Chinami turned her attention to her Spirit, activating its power in relation to the clinging shadows, only to flinch from a sharp stabbing sensation between her eyes and in her chest. For a moment, she blinked furiously, hesitating on going forward.
Something was wrong. Her powers…
Shaking her head, Chinami ignored the sensation. She didn’t have time for overthinking anything right now. The transformation resolved, the shadows upon her Spirit’s arms dissolving into water and sloshing onto the floor. The feeling of dread seemed to lessen, and yet- Chinami had to conceal a stagger, feeling almost like she’d been punched in the diaphragm. For a moment, she almost thought she couldn’t breathe, only for the sensation to die down seconds later, a bead of sweat on her brow.
Swallowing thickly, Chinami knew for sure now. Something was off. Her powers shouldn’t be accruing any backlash. She’d made sure of it, taken that forbidden step, and yet… There was a wholly separate dread building, entirely independent of Nightman. She… She needed to conserve her power usage. She felt like she was on the brink of something very very bad, but… considering the odds… did she really have any choice but to overflow?
Of anything she now was certain of, they needed to end this quickly, more than ever before.
That surety in mind, Chinami’s Spirit enveloped her body and propelled her across the room to land beside and slightly in front of Blondie in a defensive manner. Nodding firmly in the boy’s direction, she narrowed her eyes at Nightman. Trembling fists clenched weakly, as she addressed her remaining ally. “If he uses my power again, I’ll handle it personally… and as much of the defense as I can manage. I’m trusting you to take care of the rest. No matter what happens, don’t worry about me. Just take every opportunity you can.” Two on one, with her in… objectively better shape than she’d been the first time in terms of her Spirit’s physical capacity… With those odds, they could probably pull this off… She hoped.
"Believe in the heir of Izumo. A ruler's determination is not to be taken lightly when awakened from its slumber." Reverio had said to Chinami while slashing at the incoming darkness, the blonde boy had broken free from Nightman's spirit double and uncovered that one of his allies was none other than the heir to the throne of Izumo. And now he had vanished with the other Nightman.
'Cruel irony. So he did specifically select us after all. Did he seek to obtain the swords? Or did he truly...' There were many questions which only Dr Nightman could answer, yet this was hardly the time nor the space to ask them. It was beginning to dawn on him that there would likely never be such a time. Just what kind of game was he intending to play, placing the black king at the forefront would end with a checkmate. With Chinami ready to deal with the spirit double, and with Ken now missing. The time of hesitation was over. There was more on the line than Nightman's life. Everything could fall apart before it even begins.
Rev tightened his grip around his sword, before his light began to manifest his spectral looking wings, then without ado he dashed forwards towards Nightman. Would Chinami be able to stop the spirit double in time, if she wouldn't perhaps his sword could cut through it. When he got close enough he made an overhanded vertical slash with his blade towards Nightman.
'Simon!' He thought as made a thrusting motion with his free hand, his powers coating it in light. Its destination. Nightman's heart.
"I am a royal! Not an angel!" It was all or nothing, the memory of his brother's smile at the execution grounds began to manifest itself into his mind. It filled him with rage. It was because of people like Simon that the world was in the state it was. He was the source of this discord. The disharmony.
As Reverio charged, Nightman sneered. What the hell were they thinking? He’d already well established that Reverio was far too weak. He launched the spirit again, intending to avoid the blade and instantly throw down the boy.
He would not get his way. Chinami, having just a bit more power than Nightman still, would be successful in intercepting on Reverio’s behalf, keeping the way clear for him. This caught Nightman off guard. In stealing away Ken, he’d inadvertently allowed the two biggest threats to combine their efforts.
At the last second, he activated the ring’s shield, sparks of energy flying as Reverio’s blade struck it, attempting to dig in… but the shield held.
As the darkness swallowed Ken, his vision would fade. When it returned, he was no longer in the clinic. It was… impossible to say where he was, really. For the moment he was alone, unbound, and with Nightman nowhere to be seen. It was simply an empty expanse, but there was a familiar sensation to it.
It was not that he’d experienced this many times before, but that he’d experienced it recently, when he’d first been put into a “meditative state” by Nightman.
“You’re hilarious, you know that?” a voice pierced the emptiness. A sneering reflection of his own. Turning to face it, he’d see it had a face to match. It was him, but the demeanor and expression were all wrong. “Well, you would be, but really you’re just so pathetic it’s sad. Hard to laugh at something when you just feel bad for it.” It chuckled wryly. “You really see yourself on the throne someday? What are you going to do, support your way to the top? So far you’ve just been hiding behind others. Even if you survive this, by the time you got there you’d probably just be putting the crown on someone else!”
“You need a reality check! You screwed up so bad you could barely reinforce their powers! Hell, if they didn’t have to cover your ass, they probably wouldn’t have even needed the boost!”
Ken found that he was not as affected by those words as he should be; the only parts of the speech which pricked him were the lines about how he screwed up. He sighed and said solemnly, “You don’t get it, do you? An Emperor supports his people as he is supported by them. A True Emperor safeguards the happiness of his people and their prosperity is his own. A True Emperor finds the smiles of his people to be repayment enough for his efforts to ensure that they keep smiling.”
His eyes smoldered in rage, “It’s going to be a blow to my ego, but if someone else is more worthy of the crown, let them have it.”
The twisted shadow of Ken clapped its hands, “Look at you! Coping and seething just below the surface!” It chuckled, but then pouted, “It’s fine as long as I hold up to the moral standards! Even if I’m just a sad loser who will never measure up, at least I ‘did the right thing’,” it mocked him. “But hey, at least you’ve still got enough in you to get angry. I suppose that counts for something!”
Ken’s response was, “It does, doesn’t it? I was actually expecting to be even angrier, but your efforts to rile me up are so expected that I was able to brace myself… And realize, after having done so, that your attempts are pathetic. That I’ve heard worse insults over the flipping Internet. You can only barely make me ‘cope and seethe’ instead of making me fly off the handle - Doesn’t that mean that you suck?”
He tightened his grip on his sword, assuming he still had it. “Amazing! You had such an easy job, to rile me up by picking on the insecurities I foolishly confided just earlier today, and you screwed it up. If I am angrier now, it’s because I saw such a pathetic demonstration of psychological warfare that I am tempted to laugh in your face or slap my free palm on mine. That’s how much you screwed up something which should be so… Child’s play.”
Ken sighed in exasperation as he continued, “So, what now? Do we fight, or should I try and assimilate you into me? Assuming you are part of me, which you probably are not as you utterly screwed up the easy mission of driving me to a fit, angry or depressive…”
The dark reflection snarled, seeming caught off guard that insecurities that had been there before suddenly gained it no ground. It did not speak, instead lowering its stance and lunging at Ken. However, as it clawed at him, it simply dissolved into nothing, breaking against Ken like a splash of water over rock…
As Reverio’s sword strained against the shield, the golden aura holding it at bay suddenly flickered and then shattered, the blade immediately sinking into the man’s chest and bursting out of his back. He froze, gaze slowly turning downward in disbelief.
“Wh-... at?”
However, in a strange turn… the man’s form began to shrivel and crumble away, until his body just sloughed off of Reverio’s sword and turned to dust at his feet. The wall of darkness then faded as well.
At that moment, it was revealed that Ken had not been taken far at all, merely pulled to the other side of the room where they could not see him, but where the second Nightman could still be nearby… however it seemed that their ability to destroy one of them so suddenly had been unexpected, with the other not having had time to stop them.
That said, there was just one problem. The remaining Nightman stood over Ken, and even as the boy would slowly find himself coming back to awareness, Ken’s weapons had both been lost to him.
The sword lay on the floor a few feet away, and the gun… was in Nightman’s hand, the barrel aimed downward at Ken’s chest.
“You know… it didn’t have to come to this,” the man said. “I could have helped you.”
That was the last he spoke before his finger began to squeeze…
Chinami felt like her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest, and not from fear… not that such a thing really made it any better. Though, the idea that she’d die in as mundane a way as a mere terrified rabbit was enough to spark a faint sense of amusement. But as the golden-haired prince(?!) charged Nightman, she held true to her word and stayed focused on the situation at hand.
Raising both its arms in a standard martial guard, [Living on a Prayer] leapt forward from her side in tandem with Blondie, as her true body approached at a somewhat more measured pace, not eager to leave the easy reach of her Spirit for an emergency. The charge of Nightman’s own spectral guardian was met with a fury, and yet, Chinami could only wince internally at the fact that she only barely notably surpassed him at this point, her own condition dragging her down nearly to his level even with the brunette other prince(?!)’s empowerment.
Even so… It was enough.
Nightman’s overconfidence was his undoing. Perhaps if he had trusted his stolen golden shield to handle the blonde prince for a while and focused on Chinami first, his defense might have held up better, despite her advantage. If he hadn’t been distracted, then he’d have perhaps stood a chance. However, it was clear from the outset of their high-speed clash that he was no real fighter. No, rather…
The wrist of Nightman’s specter rebounded violently from the swift downward chop of Chinami’s, staggering the ghostly being from the whiplash. A retaliatory swipe was leaned away from… and then caught, as [Living on a Prayer]’s grip settled around the newly “bruised” wrist of its counterpart with a grip like steel.
“You’re a faker,” Chinami’s Spirit chuffed out, before wrenching the enemy ghost’s arm forward and side-stepping, its free right arm settling onto the other specter’s left shoulder. “You’re not a warrior. No. You stole everything you have. You’re a jack of all trades, master of nothing, too spread thin to ever truly master even a single profession, much less a manner of fighting! And in a straight fight, on even grounds? You are-” Nightman seemingly had enough sense to try and take advantage of the gravity-unbound nature of the duel by kicking off the ground to try and twist and break the forming hold.
“Useless!”
[Living on a Prayer] was as if carved from stone, its whole body following the motion in the same exact position it had held at the start, seemingly entirely separated from momentum. A split second later, superior speed, just enough of it, allowed Chinami’s guardian to lock its legs around the waist of its opponent and lean back, painfully twisting the arm it had trapped into position with it, locked behind its opponent’s back.
“Now then,” Chinami whispered coldly, though Nightman’s Spirit was sure to catch it. Her crimson eyes flicked to the golden barrier currently warding off her ally’s sword and narrowed. “I’ve gotten sick of that particular trick.” [Living on a Prayer] then, without fanfare, took hold of one particular finger of its captive, the finger that upon Nightman, himself, held the glowing ring… and wrenched it back, before ripping it off with a sickening crack.
By all rights, the barrier certainly wouldn’t provide a single whit of defense against the direct spiritual backlash of the attack, instantly cutting Nightman off from the source of his protection... That was the plan, anyway, but with her accelerated perceptions, Chinami couldn’t help but notice the golden ward flickering and faltering even before she could complete the act. She still followed through, of course, just to be sure, even as the golden prince’s blade exacted righteous vengeance against Nightman in a definitively lethal manner.
For a moment, Chinami breathed a sigh of relief, her body still trembling with adrenaline… only to look on in trepidation at the clone(?!) crumbling away… along with the remnants of the lingering wall of darkness. The sight of the brunette prince(?) being held at gunpoint, however, once more dropped a cold pit into her stomach.
Rev had let out an exhale when the first of the two nightman twins had gotten struck down and reduced to dust, though there was still the other one and it was now standing and looking over at Ken.
The blonde's eyes narrowed, his facial expression growing grim. He felt anger, but also a feeling of loss. But it wasn't the loss of the first Nightman, nor was it the deaths in his past. But he was losing... hope. The realization of his faith flickering adding to his anguish, the blonde took hold of his sword and then hurled it towards Nightman's pistol holding arm. Were it to intercept the aimed gun or slice off Nightman's arm, it didn't matter. It was secondary.
What mattered were that Ken had a weapon. A weapon which he could tap into even. If he truly were the heir to the Izumo throne.
"Ken!" Reverio yelled out in the same moment he hurled his sword like a straight arrow.
Ken remembered the girl’s gift, the one which allowed him to teleport, and did so twice, the first to get out of the way of Nightman’s bullet, and the second to grab Reverio’s sword, which glowed brightly in his hand and hopefully blinded his foe.
He cut at the last remaining Nightman clone, saying, “The burden of taking another life is mine!”
The bullet screamed out of the barrel, punching through the floorboards, but nothing else. Ken was gone. The next thing to hit the floor was Nightman’s forearm, the sword of light barely slowing as it cleaved right through the man.
Nightman barely had a chance to react to Ken reappearing before him with that same blade now in hand before his chest was carved open in kind.
He fell to the floor and went still… and his body crumbled.
There was the briefest moment to take in the sudden silence as the last Nightman lapsed from existence, and what that truly meant. In the next, a pillar of shadows exploded in the middle of the room.
The first to truly understand their situation would be Chinami. A thunderous impact would strike her midsection, a concentrated burst of power that would seem to resonate through her core. It would be as if a dozen threads stretched to their limit would suddenly snap and curl away.
“I will not lie, child.” A hand reached out to grip Chinami’s jaw, forcing her to look up and view her attacker. It was Nightman, fully intact. “You gave me no end of grief. You stand as living proof as to why I must do this. The world cannot be entrusted to individuals like you. But, I must still thank you. One cannot grow without first overcoming obstacles, after all; and you were an obstacle like no other. It did take me some time to comprehend your powers, and even now I feel I’ve only scratched the surface.” He chuckled. “And yet now, I may never be able to. I had to make a trade, you see. To forge a key; a master key to you, and it was not cheap.”
At the same time, Reverio and Ken would feel a similar sensation, a feeling of something within them shriveling away to nothing.
Everything Chinami had granted them and herself was now gone.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. You still have something I want,” he told her. “But I am a fair man. In return, you won’t remember any of this. You and your friends will finally know peace.”
Once more, Nightman seemed to split apart. One remained to hold Chinami in place while the other turned to face Ken and Reverio.
“Now…” His first action was to casually wave his arm at Ken, globs of shadows flying at him. Even if the shining blade he now held protected him, it didn’t matter. He had proven to be nothing special without his toys. The time he needed to protect himself was all Nightman needed.
For if the blade now provided a bastion of safety for Ken, then it did not provide for Reverio. In a blink, Reverio would feel multiple impacts, as the spiritual projection he’d stolen from Chinami careened into him, bashing him off his feet and slamming him against the wall.
He then held out a hand, and a pool of shadows at his feet regurgitated an object. Like a fish jumping from a lake, the gun from before jumped to his hand, another puddle of shadows on the floor where it had once lay.
BANG-BANG!
Ken would feel a searing pain in his knee as one of the bullets hit home. A second later and the spirit would come for him next, striking him in the throat and then the wrist, forcing the offending blade from his grasp.
Glancing around, one at a time, to each of his incapacitated foes, Nightman took a deep breath and then slowly let it out.
“What an absolute mess,” he muttered under his breath. “Have you any idea how much trouble this is going to be? I’ll be short on sleep for a week. Hmph, and I suppose I’ll have to reschedule who knows how many appointments.”
He chuckled. It was funny, really. Such precocious children, and so powerful… yet in the end, nothing more than an overblown inconvenience.
Was this… death?
The thought occurred to her almost distantly. She could barely recall where she was. A haze of pain rippled through her being. It felt… like her very soul was eating itself alive. It was a pain that not even unconsciousness could separate her from.
But… perhaps the mercy in that unyielding assault was a… glimpse, a reminder of just what exactly had put her here. It felt like she was drowning, suffocating under a pressure that seemed to crush her just as much as it wished to erupt from her body. She… recalled… a battle? Yes, a fight, a bad one, the kind that had pushed her to her limits -past them even.
She had… gambled…
And lost…
Lost…
To… what? No… who.
A shadow… a hungry darkness in the shape of a man.
Nightman…
Remembering was almost as agonizing as the pain that already thrummed through every pore of her being. She was… dying? Probably. In this moment of relative quiet -for a twisted definition of it, she examined things, tried to see where she’d gone wrong. It was clear that, as much as Nightman had surely legitimately gotten one over on her, she too was at fault for the failure of her enchantments. It seemed… she had misstepped. She had been overconfident. In stepping over that line that she’d long since resisted scuffing, she had entered unknown territory. Her folly was assuming that she could achieve her desired result so easily, that her power would accept such a thing so easily.
It was clear that there were depths to her ability she had yet to explore, limitations she may have yet to ascertain simply by nature of having resisted ever trying to push those boundaries. She hated to blindly ascribe undue importance to things, but perhaps there was an element of… almost cosmic backlash involved, beyond the exhaustion, something almost conceptual… something she had merely managed to delay for a time, not negate. Perhaps if she had been far more exacting and careful… if she’d been less reckless with her power once she’d crossed that line… then things wouldn’t be at this point.
They had lost. Of that, there was no question.
No. The only variable here was… how badly.
Her hesitation had cost her.
Her… cowardice.
Always afraid of taking the actions that needed to be taken. Always afraid of upsetting the status-quo. Always oh-so-concerned with walking the party line, not sticking out, just getting by in life. She was… admittedly terrified of herself, of what she could do if pushed into a corner, and it bothered her that she wasn’t sure if that concern was entirely self-centered or altruistically inclined towards the well-being of others. She… just wanted to live a quiet peaceful life… Was that really so much to ask for?
Maybe. Maybe the world was unfair. She couldn’t deny it. She was asking for a life of ease, a life without trial -or at least, not trials she didn’t choose for herself. Even so, she had stubbornly pursued that future, despite the odds, pridefully rejected the idea that failure was even an option.
And so, of course, she failed.
So…
It was time to put the pride and cowardice to the side for once.
She may have lost consciousness… however… her soul was still connected to her mind… Therefore, so long as she was at least lucid…
She reached, and splitting agony was her answer. It was almost like being sharply slapped on the hand… if it were her entire body… being dipped in lava. She reeled mentally, and yet… She knew she had touched upon it. That pain… that was the pain her Spirit was in, the agony that unconsciousness was sparring her. She would have to push through that… manage that… for just a moment.
That would have to be enough.
One last enchantment.
She needed to focus, to clearly visualize her desire. She needed to know exactly what she wanted going in, or she’d lose it in the rush, in the tide of mind-boggling agony. And… after a timeless moment, she knew what she needed to do.
“One last time…”
It was difficult to even define the pain that awaited her, as she reached for her Spirit. It was something that encompassed mind, body and soul in equal measure, as she reached for her Spirit’s senses. Past a certain point, it became difficult to tell if she was even feeling pain at all. It was incandescent, an existence all its own. To define it as pain almost seemed to make a mockery of the sensation. It felt more like the conceptual rejection of comfort itself.
But… even so… that torturous consciousness did come to her.
Her body felt like lead. She couldn’t move a muscle, not even open an eye. She called for her Spirit, and her entire existence felt like it would rebell. But she managed to summon a single one of its eye-panes, overlaid with her right eye.
The situation was grim. The brunette was bleeding profusely, and the blonde looked like he’d just gone ten rounds with her in the ring, which… well, he likely might as well have. Neither seemed to be unconscious outright, but they certainly weren’t in much position to retaliate. Meanwhile, Chinami could vaguely discern through the agony the sensation that she was being held, likely by a fresh Nightman clone.
Yes… they had lost, definitively and inexorably. There was no question that Nightman had won.
And there was no shame to be had -no Pride to be lost- from avoiding certain doom.
There were many things she could have done then. She could have run her mouth like the boys constantly had… like she had admittedly made the mistake of slipping up on herself several times. She could have overthought the situation, wasted time and energy forging an enchantment that “conserved” her abilities according to her rampant hesitation to be significant. She could have arrogantly entertained the fantasy that there was some sort of victory to be had here other than plain old survival. She could have deluded herself into attempting to finish this fight here and now, making some sort of empty-heading “heroic” comeback and beating the “villain” and saving the day. She could have wasted time with parting words and monologues and promises of retribution.
Absurdity.
[Living on a Prayer] cracked.
Beneath her skin, fissures crawled across her spiritual guardian’s form, as an eerie prismatic light began to seethe forth. Her true body was not spared. As if made of glass and not flesh, blood spurted from the spiderweb of breaks that erupted across her skin, her clothes quickly sullied and partially torn in turn by the sympathetic backlash.
Within her, the weight of the world pressed down and throbbed against the insides of her body, roaring to break free, to blow her Spirit to pieces and her along with it. And yet still, she reached for that power one last time, a shape already in mind.
Activation.
White-hot light erupted from her body, charring her skin like a volcano lay beneath the surface. The room was instantly cast in blinding shades of kaleidoscopic energy that scoured through the area, tearing through shadow and flesh alike. Where they touched, they acted completely outside Chinami’s will. It was as though her body was merely a medium, a gate for a power far greater than it could possibly hope to contain. Ice and fire, steel and flesh, flora and crackling lightning scoured the area in a cacophony of chaos. The clone beside Chinami was torn apart and vaporized in an instant, but she couldn’t have possibly noticed. Her vision had cut out, her eyes incinerated.
As the burning rays of energy tore almost indiscriminately through the room, one found its way through the fallen man in the suit behind her, laying all but forgotten in the chaos. Another found its way to the original Nightman himself. At the last second he threw up his arms, the golden shield once more appearing. The shield seemed to scream in protest against the assault.
And then suddenly it all cut out. Chinami felt something like a cold shot of ice go down her spine.
“That stung, you crazy little shit!” Chinami would feel the faint sensation of something brushing over her charred eyelids. Suddenly, her vision began to come back and reveal a tall man with pale skin and long hair like a wildfire running down his back. She’d soon recognize him as Kiburi himself, the head of her school.
His fingertips were charred and split open from touching her, presumably in order to stop her from blowing herself up. However, just like Chinami’s eyes had healed, so too did his fingers a moment later. He lifted her up, placing her against the wall.
“Not gonna fix the rest of it, though, kiddo. That’s all on your stupid ass. Now just let me handle the rest, got it? And watch closely.” He patted her on the head before standing up and turning to face Nightman. “Now… are you the dumb asshole who suggested one of my kids needs fucking therapy? I mean seriously? Fucking therapy?”
Nightman swallowed hard. The ring on his finger crackled weakly, completely overloaded by Chinami’s final assault. His shadows had also all been banished and no longer responded to his call. He grit his teeth in realization, seeing the now charred corpse of his subordinate.
“Lord Kiburi… to think you’d come here yourself…” Nightman’s jaw tensed anxiously. He then smirked wryly, “Well, she did just try to immolate herself. Seems a sign of instability to me.”
“You talking back seems like a suicidal tendency to me, and you don’t see me causing a scene.” Kiburi replied as he walked over towards the burning corpse. “Damn, who did this?” He asked, a wide and wicked grin creeping across his face.
Ken was crawling towards his sword while also trying to find the Ankh of Life, the artifact he could use to regenerate his wounds and replenish his blood. So the mysterious girl was a Kiburi student, he thought. I will never underestimate the people of his school ever again.
“Like I said,” Nightman grit his teeth, trying not to let his nerves show too much. “The girl is quite unstable. I’m not sure she was even aiming at him. He couldn’t even fight back.” Nightman sighed. “Look, the girl attacked me. However, if you claim her under your protection, well, I’m certainly not going to argue with her. I’ll just drop the whole thing.” A minute ago he might not have capitulated quite so quickly… but, well, the damn girl wasn’t done being a wrench in his affairs it seemed.
Ken decided to speak up and snapped at Nightman, “You invited her and us into your clinic to drain and copy our powers, you prick!”
“Oh, is that so?” Kiburi says before walking over to the beaten and bruised pile of twerp who spoke up. He takes a pointer finger and stabs Ken in the back with it, and within a few moments Ken feels like he is on fire. However the intense burning and itching gives way to his wounds closing as though he had been given a regenerative factor.
Ken stood up, bowed to Lord Kiburi with respect, then said, “Yes, it is so. To make a long story short, ‘Doctor’ Nightman invited us over, trying to gaslight us into thinking he can help with perceived psychological issues - Which granted, I did have and he did help with, although that last part was unintentional, and then it turned out that being around him at all allowed him to drain and copy our powers.”
He then paused and continued, “But he cannot drain yours’, right?”
“Hmm, I’m unsure. Nightgown, wanna take a crack at it?” Kiburi asks, turning to look at Nightman with his ear to ear grin. “I’ll give you half a minute of just whatever it is you do. I’m downright curious to see how good your ability to steal powers is.”
There was nothing else left at that point. Going through Kiburi, of all people, was the only avenue left to him. It was hardly ideal no matter what happened. Kiburi was about as high profile an individual as one could get. He would have to disappear for a while after this.
“You always were an arrogant bastard, weren’t you?” Nightman let his facade drop again. His best option was now the power he’d taken from Chinami, though after crippling the girl, his own version of the power was no longer as potent as it had been. But the physical prowess of the spirit should still do plenty.
As for stealing Kiburi’s power? He was not so foolish to think that would be so easy, not in the thirty seconds he’d been granted. Not when it came to this man.
In a flash the spirit burst from Nightman’s body, blitzing the distance between them and slashing a knife-hand across Kiburi’s eyes, aiming to blind the man so he could not react to his next move. His next move was further brutal still; a punch to the man’s gut that would pierce straight through his abdomen to burst out his back through his spine.
“You know,” Nightman scoffed. “You stand atop all others as an example of why I need to do what I do.”
And then… Nightman did indeed get a little greedy. It was well known how hard it was to truly hurt Kiburi, but blinded and impaled, perhaps there was a moment of vulnerability to take advantage of. Nightman strode forward, focusing his true power.
It was… overwhelming. The sheer amount of power was more than he could grasp onto. It was like trying to pluck a single drop of rain from out of a hurricane. It was too much.
No, the man simply needed to die. He should have just killed him when he had the chance! Perhaps, he still did have it… The spirit raised its other hand, now poised to pierce the man’s heart.
The slice across the eyes, the punch through the gut, it all went exactly as Nightman imagined, and to his joy he felt Kiburi’s sternum give no resistance as the pointed hand pierced through, and emerged out of Kiburi’s back, a beating heart threaded around its fingers. However, with a deep sigh Kiburi shifted his bisected eyes to look Nightman over.
“Really? That’s the best you can do, a heart shot? Should have splatter my brain, would have given you a few more sec-” Kiburi began before his leg shot up, connecting with the spirit and shearing off its ethereal arm. Seemingly able to touch the entity, Kiburi rips the arm out of his chest, and looks at his own still beating heart. “If I were a more clever man, this would be the moment for a witty heart pun, or a philosophical quip. However, I don’t have the heart of a poet…”
The arrival of Kiburi probably shouldn’t have elicited the sort of mixed feelings it did in Chinami. Granted, foremost among them was relief, the kind that was hard to describe, the type of almost final relief so potent that it killed adrenaline, knowing that things were over, that the day was “saved”. At least, that’s what she imagined was what people felt in all those superhero comics or whatever.
Because really, dubious morals or not, that’s what Kiburi was. An unstoppable force and immovable object all in one. An invincible titan that swept away the competition, entered a long-standing Academy market and managed to skyrocket to compete with the best of the best through sheer brute force. He was definitely a “hero” in perhaps the most classic mythological sense really. An asshole, but one that would definitely save you at the end of the day.
So, really, the relief was understandable.
It was the annoyance she wasn’t sure how to deal with other than smothering it with a mental blanket and ignoring its screams. Despite knowing that what she was about to do would make the revelation that her ability was definitely more than healing inevitable, she still couldn’t help but be… peeved that it was Kiburi, himself, that had to see it. Even so, she wasn’t so foolish as to express even the slightest bit of begrudging for his intervention.
After all, she was… probably about to die. She hadn’t quite acknowledged that fact when she made her final act. After all, she was trying to teleport, to get herself and the boys directly to Kiburi’s office at his Academy to begin with. She had assumed that with that, she could survive, so long as the blonde boy was in a state to stabilize her, but…
Those beams of light… the pressure.
Crimson eyes drifted briefly away from the confrontation at hand down her ruined body to where she could see her Spirit flickering over her right arm, weakly, so intangible it almost truly seemed ghost-like for once. The spiderweb of cracks that ran across it were no longer bursting at the seams, merely sitting there silently… ominously, like fissured glass, like even a slight jostle could undo everything.
Even so… propped up against a wall and in… moderately less hellacious pain than she’d been moments before, she couldn’t help but worry… Kiburi was playing with his food, confident, arrogant… And why shouldn’t he be? He was undefeated in memory. Why shouldn’t he assume this was anything but a foregone conclusion?
But what if Nightman’s power did work on him…?
The cold chill that slid up her spine was so strong that not even the fire in her veins could subdue it.
If one were talking about worst case scenarios… of powers that Nightman should absolutely not be allowed to have… Of those she knew of, Chinami would have placed her own in the top spot… until Kiburi showed up directly. She didn’t even really understand what he did (and she was suddenly quite motivated to rectify that ignorance soon after she got out of this mess), but she knew just from reputation alone that Nightman stealing Kiburi’s power would be… worse somehow. And she really didn’t like to contemplate how much so.
Even if she “broke the stitches” to do it, she couldn’t leave that possibility to chance.
Her Spirit, with aching slowness, slipped out of her concealed back and into the wall, before beginning to traverse beneath the floor intangibly. In this room, they were close enough… If she could just touch him once… have her Spirit reach up through the floor and make even a singular surprise use of her power, she could end this… If she…
A sharp pain in her chest made her body briefly shiver.
What?
4 meters…
The tether had maxed out at 4 meters… instead of 5. She grit her teeth, testing the boundary, but the sharp pain returned. Squeezing her eyes shut, she blinked away the stars in her eyes and tried to ignore how sticky the blood on her was starting to feel already. At only 4 meters… approximately 12 feet… she was out of range… and in no position to even think about moving closer. She’d have to wait for Nightman to approach instead… Just a little closer.
And as Nightman’s own stolen version of her power tore through Kiburi’s flesh and bone, she had her wish, the man arrogantly striding closer to the hulk of a redhead… and closer to her. She didn’t know if Kiburi could no-sell her ability, but she couldn’t take the chance that he couldn’t. He’d saved her, so if nothing else, she was just repaying the favor.
Beneath the floor, her Spirit inched for Nightman’s foot…
“Dost thou pursue thine end mayhap?”
The voice stopped her cold, a fresh shake briefly rippling through her body. Her eyes darted about sluggishly, but no new intruders to the scene revealed themselves. Her mouth felt almost sticky, too dehydrated to speak, and she husked out barely, “Wha-?”
“Thine ripplings of self shalt do. Waste not thine waning strength to respond to This One,” came the voice again, a deep, rumbling baritone that seemed to come from all around, like she was wearing headphones and having it broadcasted directly into her skull… which might not be all too far off.
After all, based on the non-reactions of the others present, it was clear that only she could hear it…
“This One shalt mercifully reiterate. Dost thou pursue thine end this day?”
What was it (he?) talking about? Ripples of self? Her end? Wait… that sounded like it was referring to-
“Thine ‘thoughts’, as they art commonly referred. Such are easily perceived by This One.”
A new sort of cold overtook her. It could read her thoughts? It was in her head? And Kiburi was distracted-! She-!
“Quell thine fear. This One couldst not harm thee if This One tried.”
Yes, because she was absolutely going to believe that. Definitely. Totally going to take the mysterious stranger’s words at face value with no prompting.
“Sarcasm is unbecoming of thee.”
Well, how the fuck else was she supposed to react to an unwanted mental intrusion?! And that aside-! She really didn’t have time for this! Kiburi was in a dangerous situation, and she needed to-!
“‘Die like a bitch’, as they say, was it?”
Excuse him?
“The… being thou refers to as ‘Kiburi’ is as endangered as a dragon might be from a rodent, besieged not a little. This One saved thine life. Twer thou to have pursued such a foolish course, thine savior might not have the capacity… or willingness to save thee twice.”
What? Her wounds were… well, she wasn’t actively bleeding out now, and the pain felt lesser than it had been when she awoke from Nightman’s last strike… So, surely, if it was just one, she could manage another enchantment…
“Deceive thyself not. Only the reaper’s embrace would await thee. Thine physical wounds have been tended to… but thine soul is another matter.”
Her… soul? Chinami really wished her throat was wet enough to swallow thickly at that statement.
“This One did not take thee for a common ignoramus.” Chinami’s ears burned at that, but her mental retort was cut off before it could truly be composed. “Thine power takes a dual toll, physical and spiritual in equal measure. Thou hast known this, perceived this. Yet, such an outcome is so outrageous to thee?”
The long moment of silence was interspersed with Kiburi seemingly turning the tide… were one not aware that the tide never needed to be turned to begin with. Chinami’s headache pounded a little harder at the not-so-subtle pun the redhead tossed out cheekily while holding his own damn heart. Honestly, Chinami was more offended by the pun (or rather, that she’d have actually chuckled at it if she physically had the capacity)… and entirely too desensitized to react to the gore, not with her own body in such a state.
“Thine Lord’s healing restored thine body alone,” came the baritone again. “Thine soul being brought back from the edge of oblivion was a miracle by proxy. Thou tis lucky thine soul is intertwined so thoroughly with thine guardian. In repairing thine body, thine Spirit twas repaired, and in repairing thine Spirit, the cracks in thine soul were sealed… if barely… but not fully. No, such proxy healing is insufficient for the wound thou hast dealt thyself.”
Then…
“Thou musn’t use thine power again.”
What?! That was-! Wha-?!
“Belay thine panic,” the voice spoke clinically, all too damnably calm. “Thine spiritual wounds will heal as surely as thine physical… But thou must comprehend, such mending must be allowed to go uninterrupted. There is a price for touching such things as thou hast.”
Chinami almost wasn’t sure what she should be feeling at that moment. This… entire day had been emotional whiplash after whiplash, and after hearing that… Well, that was just the cherry atop the shit cake, wasn’t it? But… maybe it wasn’t so bad? How long could it take to heal anyway?
“Inconclusive.” Her optimism faded. “This One has observed many souls, broken and whole alike, but this case is… refreshingly unique.” Chinami’s lips downturned dourly at the sound of… almost glee in the baritone, like a scientist leering at something under a microscope. “Fear not,” it assured her, “The damage to thine Spirit guardian shalt fully mend with thine body. Thou shalt hardly be helpless for this period.” The voice rumbled in a hum, as if musing to itself (himself?). “Consider thyself being tested mayhap. Truly, canst thou say thee require such power in thine common life?”
Well… no. Not really. Honestly, it was only useful when… when bullshit like today came up, when the stakes were higher than they had any right to be… It wasn’t like she’d used it for anything except healing at the Academy or when she needed to duel someone for reasons she typically didn’t care about…
“Then thou hast thine answer.” She could almost feel the mental nod. “Be assured, thine Spirit shalt return to full strength… mayhap thine range as well. But thine power to touch upon the boundaries… Such must be rested. However, know this. Thine patience, shouldst thou possess the fortitude to endure, shalt not go unrewarded. Like any muscle or bone, thine soul shalt -once healed- be stronger than it once were. When thine power returns, as it shalt inevitably, thine oh-so-coveted ‘safe’ limits shalt have expanded.”
Well… that was… something, at least. So, she just had to endure, huh?
Sucking in a slow breath, Chinami tried to purge the dismay from herself. If this… voice wasn’t lying, then there was really nothing for it, no use getting hung up over something that just… couldn’t be changed. There was everything to gain from following its instructions and everything to lose for diverting from them. She had no choice… but to suck it up and play it safe. But then, what else was new?
She blinked sluggishly, struggling to wipe the haze from her vision with only her eyelids. And what was that about her power “touching boundaries”? And actually, for that matter, who the hell was just talking to her?!
Only silence greeted the girl, no matter the provocations she mentally slung in the moments after, before eventually grumbling internally and refocusing on the situation at hand… as Kiburi did what he did best.
Meanwhile, as the spirit lost its limb, so too did Nightman. He stumbled back, falling down to a knee and gritting his teeth, just trying not to scream. It took far too many painful, bloody seconds before he remembered the ankh he’d taken from Ken. A faint glow came from beneath his shirt as the bleeding began to slow and his pained breathing steadied. “Very well…” Nightman grunted, clutching at his still pained limb. “Get it over with then. You’ve made your point. It’s obvious this was over the moment you decided to come here.”
“I at least wanted to give you a fighting chance, to make this fun, but you had to go and hit me with some piss poor attempt at killing me. You should have taken my offer of stealing a bit of strength. I would of given you some if only to elicit a tinge of challenge.” Kiburi begins as he turns his back on Nightman and walks over to the charred corpse on the floor. Holding his own heart at an angle to hide it from Nightman’s view he squeezes it, dripping a strange liquid onto the dead body. The liquid was not blood, for it was blacker than black with the faintest hints of blues, and dots of light. As this liquid fell onto the body it began to twitch and breathe again until it stood up of its own volition.
“Maul this fool, but do not kill him. I want to enjoy watching this.” Kiburi orders as the living corpse begins a mad dash towards the doctor, intending to grab his remaining good arm as it got close enough.
Ken gaped at Kiburi and said, in full hearing of the others, “That’s sadistic!”
Chinami couldn’t help smiling grimly at that, her Spirit speaking over her shoulder where her own lips would struggle. “That’s Kiburi.”
Ken nodded again and said, “You’re strong too, umm… What should I call you?”
He only received an incredulous stare in response, as the girl’s crimson eyes bored into his before flicking back to the man that was currently being tormented. Clearly, considering the atmosphere, she wasn’t in a mood for introductions. Rather, if anything, despite Nightman being scum, he was a worthy opponent. It almost felt disrespectful to her to chatter on casually and ignore his end… no matter how much he might deserve an ignominious death.
From the moment he was forcefully flung into the wall, Reverio had remained immobile. He had sustained damage, his usage of his powers had their toll on him as well. Thus he was forced to watch and recover his strength, his blonde hair obscuring his face slightly, but he could still see through the strands.
It had indeed become all too clear that Simon, if that was even Nightman's true name, was someone whose ambitions would never walk alongside his own.
Yet amidst all the chaos, Rev had received clarity and it came from Nightman himself. To thank Nightman was out of the question, for the man's ambitions were most surely the complete opposite of his own. For all his power and knowledge of the human mind, not even he could have imagined it would be him who would cut off that final string which Rev had clung to for so long. The final push over the edge.
People like Nightman, he knew them all too well. Obsessed with power, perhaps it was because they truly never held any and in their search for it, they allowed it to destroy them. Whichever the case, it didn't matter anymore. The young man who had now appeared to battle against Nightman held the same aura around him, Reverio couldn't help but draw the conclusion.
'You are all the same. Consumed by your lust and greed, filled with pride and envy towards each other. It takes quite some time to create a vase, forming it through clay, letting it dry and then painting it. But to destroy one, you simply need to push it over. To see the world through these eyes of mine. Am I a prince of darkness..? Or am I...'
The blue eyes shimmered, as if revelations had been playing out before the blonde's eyes.
Ken turned away from the mysterious girl, but could not bring himself to look at Nightman as Kiburi toyed with him. So after a moment, he turned to Reverio, and for a brief moment, he didn’t know what he found in the other teen’s expression and shimmering eyes.
Building up his courage, he walked up to the other teen, Ame-no-Murakumo in his right hand; on the way, he picked up Rev’s own sword with his left.
He then made to hand over Rev’s blade back to him, hilt-first, asking, “Are you okay?”
Rev began to rise the moment Ken got close, taking hold of his blade again and answering the Izumo heir. "Yes.. I think so.." He answered in a solemn tone of voice, then threw a glance towards Chinami, followed by Kiburi and Nightman.
"How about you and the girl?" Rev asked Ken without looking at him, his blonde bangs fell over his eyes, giving them a bit of shade and providing himself with a more enigmatic appearance.
Feeling the grip of his sword made him brace himself, for who knew what would happen next. 'Simon...' Rev kept watching, it was as if it was something he had to see. Something he couldn't keep his eyes closed for.
“We’re okay,” Ken said as he stood behind him and watched. “By the way… We’re friends now, right, Rev?”
Rev allowed his mouth to open briefly, as if surprised by Ken's words, before his lips formed into a soft smile. His gaze still fixed towards Nightman.
"Friends...? Yes, that's right. My friend. After all this is over, let us have some tea and brioche. Away from all this fighting..." Rev said, his voice gradually going lower until he became completely silent.
'All of us.' The young blonde thought to himself, his eyes narrowing under his hair as he awaited Nightman's possible demise.
Ken hugged him impulsively, then detached himself, saying, “Sorry if you didn’t ask.”
Rev's eyes widened to the sudden hug before he hastily pushed Ken back, his breathing was heavy and the blonde grit his teeth together before flinging out his hand in an attempt to slap Ken across the face. Rev's eyes falling under the shade of his hair again.
"Pay attention! Ken. Look." He said through gritted teeth nodding towards Nightman. That Ken all of a sudden had awakened a memory in him. A terrible memory. A final betrayal. A thing he couldn't forget, a thing he couldn't forgive. But Ken didn't know any of that. But what they both knew was that this wasn't a time to get carried away, not with promises of drinking or pleasant conversation. They were not out of harm's way just yet.
Ken nodded, cowed.
Between the damage, exhaustion, and shattered morale, Nightman could do nothing to defend himself as, in his horror, the animated corpse of his former subordinate descended upon him. Before long, he didn’t even cry out, his consciousness eventually fading as the thing savaged him.
A short time later, the three former victims of his schemes would feel the sensation of something flowing back into them and reinforcing them as what had been taken from them returned, broken free of the man’s grasp.
Ken recovered his power, but didn’t feel satisfaction. All he wanted now was to go back home, shower, and rest after retrieving his items and finding out just how to talk to the girl from Kiburi’s without pushing her away or coming off as a creepy stalker.
Actually, that wasn’t all he wanted; he wanted Rev to be safe as well, emotionally as well as physically. The Vanquelin Prince had gone through so much, and Ken didn’t want him to go through more pain.
They’re all hurting, Ken said. I’m hurting…
The realization was like a shard of cold ice being jabbed into the back of his neck.
As Nightman’s cries died out and unnerving silence followed, Chinami could only grimace at the returning flow of energy. Honestly, compared to the damage she’d sustained, even this much returning strength barely felt passable to operate. Yet… her Spirit seemed a little less faded now. The glassy cracks in its form perhaps felt less brittle… or maybe that was just her wishful thinking.
Even so, her gaze didn’t leave Nightman’s savaged form, a strange feeling curdling in her gut. It took her a long moment to realize it might actually be… pity. Her lip curled in displeasure, as her somewhat reconstituted Spirit enveloped her body. Her true body was still unable to move, but at least in this way… Her body lurched a bit, uncomfortably, as her selectively tangible guardian lifted her up, puppeting her otherwise limp form while wrapped around it. She felt weak as a kitten but forced herself to jerkily stumble over to where Kiburi was standing, before kneeling down next to Nightman.
She eyed Kiburi’s abomination, the… undead(?) that used to be the Man in the Suit and grimaced. She hadn’t meant to kill him… She would have spared him… probably. She just wanted to get them all out, to escape. Turning her gaze back to Nightman, himself, her lips pursed as tightly as her weakened body would allow, before she allowed her arms to slump to her sides, her Spirit’s own appendages leaving them to slip the troublesome ring off his finger. A moment of remembrance later saw her checking his neckline and slipping off the magical item hanging there too.
Her eyes flicked to the brunette boy, before her Spirit huffed. “These are yours, right?” She knew the ring was, at least, but she didn’t recall seeing him make use of the necklace back in Nightman’s office during his session. Without waiting for an answer, she tossed them underhanded his way.
Her gaze went to the blonde, who now stood with his sword in hand, beaten but not broken. He did seem rather agitated though… She directed her attention to Lord Kiburi instead, her ruby eyes flicking between him and the still breathing Nightman intermittently. “So… What now? This guy’s Gift is really troublesome to handle. Honestly, if someone of your caliber weren’t here… Well, I guess only the boys would be walking out of here.”
Ken caught the ring and the ankh which had been attached to Nightman’s necklace, and bowed deeply to Chinami as a mark of respect, before waiting for Kiburi to speak.
Reverio stood in silence, while waiting for Nightman to join him in it. When the doctor no longer made any noise, the blonde sighed out deeply and unsummoned his sword.
'Maybe next time we meet, we can have that game of chess, Simon. But you did do what a therapist should do, you made me realize what I need to do with my life. So for that I thank you. There's no reason to hesitate, when the truth is laid bare before me. I have been dormant for three years, ever since that fateful day changed everything for me. But what I told you in that room was true, I just didn't give you all the details. Perhaps someday, someplace I will be able to tell you the entire tale.' Rev gave a soft nod towards his fallen foe and then turned to face Kiburi.
"Your arrival was most timely. Thank you for your aid, Lord Kiburi." The blonde said in a sincere manner, while offering a flourished wave with his arm as he bowed in a very Vauquelian manner. He soon however assumed a straightened up pose and began walking over towards Chinami.
"I will tend to her injuries, I still have power enough for that at the very least." Reverio took a slight inhale, before he attempted to use his Purifict Anatomia power, to remove any negative conditions of physical and mental nature from Chinami, as well as heal her wounds.
"You did well, both of you. Our paths are now entwined. What is your name miss?" Rev asked in a polite manner.
The blonde’s approach, to Chinami’s relief, seemed to indicate that his physical state was passable. She had been admittedly worried in knowing he’d been subjected to her power at the hands of another. She had trained for years to hone her control over her Spirit’s monstrous strength. In the hands of an ametuer, it would be all too easy to go too far… but it seemed Nightman really had been true to his word that he didn’t intend to kill them…
When Blondie declared his intent to attempt to heal her, she allowed her Spirit to slide mostly off her form, remaining behind her and propping her up somewhat, as the energy that soothed and strangely revolted her all at once flowed into her.
On Reverio’s end, it would become quite clear the… severe extent of the physical damage. The expansive spiderweb of partially sealed rents in her skin aside, every fiber of her body was overheated, seared, even scorched to a tenderness not unlike meat thoroughly subjected to an oven. Extreme dehydration was an issue that also required supplementation, and her blood loss in the time she had been burning alive had lost her a full 20% of her internal supply. Her bones too had suffered a loss of integrity with fine cracks or outright breaks dotting throughout her skeletal structure. And then… there was the bone-deep unnatural exhaustion oozing from every pore, like every cell of her being had been sucked dry to the point of almost no longer being self-sustaining. Were she not to have been treated here and now, even after being stabilized by Kiburi, a hospital stay wouldn’t have just been a possibility but a requirement for her survival.
To say the least, the amount of energy required to put things in order was… likely not small. And that only covered the physical end of the spectrum. Mentally, there seemed to be nothing out of order, aside from obvious stress and an emotional weariness accrued from the ordeal, both of which were likely best left to smooth out naturally. Otherwise, there were no supernatural mental afflictions to be found.
And there was something else… just out of reach, something his power almost seemed to notice but couldn’t quite touch. Even gliding over the problem area within seemed to accrue a sympathetic burning sensation. Whatever the case, it was something that couldn’t be managed, not with what he had to his name. He’d done all he could.
For Chinami’s part, she wondered if this kind of relief was comparable to what one might feel when going from their mortal body to a good afterlife, free of former ailments. To be sure, the strange, stomach-churning discomfort seemed to ebb and flow simultaneously with the healing energy, but it couldn’t shut her out from experiencing the good in it as well. It was a truly odd and contradictory sensation. The bone deep ache had faded. Magma no longer ran through her veins. Her body almost felt light enough to walk on air, freed of the weight of the world. She knew that wasn’t so, of course, but compared to not being able to move at all? Normalcy was like being Superman.
Almost hesitantly, she stood under her own power again, sparing a glance at her Spirit. The spiderweb of breaks themselves seemed to have faded from its form, but… in their place she could see angry crimson marks and lines criss-crossing the formerly unmarred expanse of pearly white and electric blue. Metaphysical scars of sorts, she could only assume. No matter her physical condition now, she could still feel a throb somewhere within. Her soul was still damaged. That wasn’t going away so easily it seemed. Just her luck… But it could be worse.
She smiled at the blonde’s words. They were flowery, sure, but she couldn’t begrudge him some eccentricities, not after what he’d done for her. Sure, it was the polite thing maybe, but he hadn’t been obligated to act on her behalf. He could have followed Kiburi’s lead, and that would be that. “Chinami Nadakai,” she finally replied, holding out one hand towards the blonde. “A name is the least I can provide to thank you, really. A hospital stay would have… Well, it would have been the perfect shitty way to end a shitty day, honestly.” A breezy sensation got a low chuff of annoyance out of her, as she readjusted her tattered, scorched clothes. She frowned at the trashy state of them and the… rather risky state of the chest area. Clucking her tongue, she bunched the fabric up and began to tie a knot under her chest. At least her shirt could still effectively pass for a sports bra.
Well, at least now, torn pants, makeshift top and covered in drying blood streaks and ash, she could pass for a punk with an edgy sense for body paint, so she could hopefully head home and expect to not be randomly accosted by law enforcement. A moment after making that little observation, she blinked and said to the blonde, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name either.” Her crimson eyes flitted over to the brunette. “Or yours.”
Rev having noticed the state of Chinami’s attire decided it was the Vauquelian proper thing to offer her his long coat, even if it had taken some damage itself from the battle. Thus he held out his brown overcoat, with its golden coloured buttons. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss Nadakai. I go by the name of Reverio Galand, here in Rhea. But I am certain you may know me by the name the common man calls me…” Rev said in a friendly manner, before leaning down to take hold of her hand then attempting to plant a kiss on it. It was the proper court ethics, and such manners die hard. Perhaps harder than Nightman even. At least he was able to patch up Chinami with his remaining power, he felt good about that. And then he felt bad because he felt good about it. Then it became a deeper question as to why had he done it at all? Was he still having doubts about himself? The very question itself, was enough of an answer in itself.
Ken didn’t know how to greet Chinami, or rather, he didn’t know how to not look like a boor when compared with Reverio. Nevertheless, he introduced himself and said, “My name is Ken Illustrious Ikari; claimant to the Throne of Izumo. I used to be proud of that, but now… I feel like this is all my own fault.”
He paused, then smiled a little before the smile faded, smoothing out solemnly, “When the doctor put me in a trance, I had a dream. A dream where my people - The People of Izumo - were smiling. I realized then that hiding behind my own ambitions was out of a fear of making my own sacrifices, of trying to desentize myself to forcing others to sacrifice for me. What’s the relevance of this? Well, I keep feeling like I forced you to sacrifice for me, if that makes any sense. And if so… I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve hurt all of you.”
“‘Miss’, huh?” Chinami could only respond with bemusement at the blonde prince’s formality. She couldn’t recall being addressed that way except by teachers on occasion, and mostly, they just used her name directly, even then. “Well, Reverio, the pleasure is all min-” She trailed off slightly at him taking her hand but didn’t protest. Maybe he thought he’d missed something when healing her. At least, that was the assumption, so she was caught completely off-guard by him actually kissing it. The girl had to suppress a splutter of surprise and took her hand back fairly quickly the moment his grip loosened. “Um, okay-! So, that was… a thing…” She cleared her throat. “Not a bad one necessarily, but you caught me off guard there. Sorry, I’m not upset or anything,” she clarified. “That just wasn’t necessary.”
Did her cheeks feel a little warmer? Holy shit, that better not have awakened something in her. After dealing with Suzakura’s bullshit for so long… including him doing more than a little to drive away other potential options, she’d almost forgotten what it was like to be wooed with actual class. ‘Down, girl! You just fucking met him.’
Shaking away the thought, she mused to Reverio, “Honestly though, I don’t actually know what they call you around here. I mean, I knew of you vaguely, not your name but just generally that there was an… exiled prince around Rhea, but I’ve… not really kept up with Vauquelin stuff… or national news in general, I guess. I used to, but nowadays…? Eh. Honestly, didn’t even know what you looked like before. Sorry?” Looking down at the coat in her hands, she started a bit before also asking, “Is this really okay? Looks pretty swanky, and it’d be a shame to get blood all over it. I’m sure it’s already going to be a big enough pain to repair it.”
To Ken’s own introduction, she nodded before raising a brow. “Uh, dude, I don’t really see how this could be your fault.” Her tone was genuinely confused. “Like… at all.” His elaboration almost seemed like TMI rambling to her, until he somehow tied that… “dream” of his into her and Reverio getting hurt?
She openly scoffed at the melodramatics of it all, before coughing into one hand. “Uh, no. I don’t know if you noticed, but Nightman absolutely schooled us even while we were working together. The idea that you could have handled him alone is absurd.” Her brows furrowed. “You’re assigning blame because he stole your shit to use against us and left you as nearly dead weight? That’s what you’re thinking?” She snorted. “If so, knock it off. Without your power boost evening the odds, we’d have gotten stomped even harder. I’m not gonna say you made the most tactically sound decisions at every point, but you were a net positive more than a negative.” She crossed her arms, smirking. “Take Pride in that at least. Your contribution mattered.”
Chinami’s internal considerations were a might less positive, however. Truly, if anyone was to be blamed for their loss, it was her. And that was no exaggeration. More than Ken’s stolen effects, it was her own power that had screwed over Reverio, allowed Nightman to trivially dodge and otherwise react to Ken’s attacks and to defeat her in turn. Worse, she had, despite everything, continued holding back until it was far too late. If she really wanted to, she had options nigh-unlimited… but she hadn’t used them. And why? Because she was still trying to play things fucking subtle?! To conceal her true power from the general public and continue living a quiet life.
Well, she noted a bit bitterly, now she didn’t even have the option anymore. What an ironic punishment. Her own hesitation to use the power to its fullest in the one situation it would be needed had cost her the ability to use it at all… for who knew how long. Oh, and then there was that voice she really needed to investigate…
"Forgive me if I startled you, old habits die hard. As for what you can call me? Rev works. I don't like using my old Vauquelin name here. Brings back too many memories in myself and others. Oh and don't worry about not being up to date about my homeland... I haven't been either for the last three years." Rev explained while scratching his neck a bit awkwardly, he was clad in a white frilled shirt with long puffy sleeves, along with a ruffle and broché at his neck. The brooch depicts the last king of Vauquelin or so it would seem by the silhouette.
His introduction had gone smoothly enough and it was indeed far overdue, his introduction to Ken had been half-ways been made before they had entered the clinic. So this was a clear improvement. It had been a long time since he had greeted a girl around his age in this manner, but maybe that was because he mostly tried to stay clear of most people in Rhea. Or at least he had until now. He couldn't help but smile softly, as he had eye-contact with her. Blue and red, like water and fire. Her red eyes did remind him of the Vauquelian princess which had met her end too early. But why did it cause him to feel such an odd mix of feelings? It was as if he was falling, perhaps it was an aftereffect of Nightman's powers or his own weariness. Or was it because it reminded him of something? But such observations would have to wait, it had been an eventful day and all of them no doubt needed to recuperate.
"You may keep the coat, miss Nadakai. You look magnifique with it. I mean, I am not saying you look bad without it- I mean- It may still be raining outside! And I still have my umbrella by the door... probably." He said as he felt a sweatdrop fall down. Had Nightman stolen that from him too? An umbrella thief as well?
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Ken. Likewise it is a pleasure to meet you despite the circumstances. Miss Nadakai is right, what happened wasn't your fault at all. It was no one's fault but Nightman's. You helped as much as everyone else to stop him. Also do forgive me for hitting you, it just wasn't the time to be careless. As heir to the Izumo throne, you have the right to reprimand me for it. It was ungentlemanlike of me and not befitting in the presence of a young lady and Lord Kiburi as well." Reverio said in a manner which certainly showed that he was displeased with how he had behaved. To lose composure in the middle of battle, it wasn't befitting of either of them.
Ken smiled and said, “Thank you; you are pardoned. I’m just happy you and Chinami are happy.”
A tacit implication that whatever he felt for the girl, he was willing to let her choose someone else, namely him (or even choose no one).
‘Happy?’ Rev blinked as he thought more about the very word, what did it mean to be happy? Was it even possible or just a hopeless dream?
“You are most gracious, Lord Ikari.” Rev solemnly nodded towards Ken.
Chinami made an odd expression at the seemingly completely unironic exchange, her brow furrowing with a stare that implied she had some morbid desire to access Ken’s thought processes. Her gaze flicked back to Rev at his own completely dead serious response, eliciting a lopsided smile that to the common man probably easily spelled out her internal ‘WTF’.
Outside the shattered and scorched hole-littered wall of the room, a car could be visualized driving up to the parking lot of the clinic; it was the teal color of his Parents’ van. Ken then spoke, “My parents are coming to fetch me; I left timed messages before coming to this place just in case something happened, and those seem to have been sent.”
Then he impulsively asked, “Why don’t you two come with me for a sleepover? You two look like you can use some hot tea and ramen and chicken teriyaki. Who knows, maybe it’ll help us recover.”
Honestly, I feel like I learned something from Nightman - Life isn’t cheap.
“Uh… Excuse me?” Chinami’s head jerked back in confusion at the sudden, unsolicited offer. While one gluttonous part of her was actually half-way tempted by the offer of what would, frankly, be comfort food after… everything, the rational half of her brain smothered the other with a pillow. “As… nice as that is…” The look she briefly flicked Rev’s way conveyed her bafflement. “I’m not exactly in a state to be going anywhere… especially not to a… ‘sleepover’.” Her voice trailed off into something of a deadpan, as she gestured down her body, blood, ash and tattered clothes alike standing out starkly.
“What I want- What I’m sure all of us need, is to go home, take a long-ass hot shower of the gods, and sleep like we’ve never fucking slept before.” Her body may have felt nearly fresh as a daisy thanks to Rev, but her mind… Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed. “I can’t handle much more ‘people-ing’ today, I don’t think. Outward appearances aside, I’m feeling a bit dead inside.” Her bright smile was devoid of any true jubilation. “I just need to sleep on this and… process today.”
"Fair lady Nadakai is right, we should return to our respective residences, it has been an eventful day to say the least. And much to think upon later. With that in mind, I think I shall have to respectfully decline your generous offer, Ken." Rev offered a soft bowing motion before proceeding to talk. "However it would be appreciated if you were to ask your parents to deliver myself and miss Nadakai to our respective residences." The blonde explained as he shifted on which leg to lean on, spotting Chinami glancing his way. Was there a hole in his attire somewhere he hadn't seen? She did look a bit flabbergasted. Perhaps the whole sleepover thing was more intricate than he had first thought.
Would they have shared a massive bed with the three of them? Then again there were those rumors he grew up hearing, that the people of Izumo sleep on the floor like dogs. If there was something he didn't need it was to sleep on the floor after Nightman had thrown him against a wall.
“You-” Chinami chuffed out a small noise of bemusement. “Rev, you can really just call me ‘Chinami’, you know? If I say I’d prefer it, would that help?” She smirked almost playfully. Clearly, however long he’d been away from Vauquelin, those so-called “old habits” of his really were hard to break, huh? But then again, if he was raised as royalty, having traditional nonsense ingrained into him literally before he could walk made that understandable perhaps.
“Sure!” Ken said, “My parents and I can take you to your homes!”
"It could help! As you desire, Chinami. Your name is like the Izumo name for a great tidal wave. Ts-tsh.. Tsumani? Though I think Chinami feels better on the lips. No offense, Ken."
Rev smiled softly towards Chinami as he walked closer to her. "So shall we go to to Lord Ikari's carriage then?" He offered out his arm for Chinami to hold onto if she so desired. Old habits die hard.
“Ah…” Chinami hesitated, quelling the internal discomfort from showing on her face. Certainly, these two could be considered comrades, at least in a sense of trial by fire, but… realistically, what did she even know about them? She didn’t even tell her actual friends where her house was unprompted, much less invite them there. So, two strangers… “Well…”
Her hands rumpled Rev’s coat anxiously, the introvert within her roaring to life. Then again… her “friends” almost entirely amounted to Mina and Suzakura, so not bringing them near things she liked intact was… really only common sense. And despite Mina being, well… Mina, even this Ken guy seemed less impulsive -and destructive- by comparison… Still didn’t mean she wanted him having the ability to show up at her safe place unsolicited. And besides…
She couldn’t allow healers near her mother… certainly not ones this powerful. No.
Then again, she was going to need to return the coat to Rev… But that didn’t mean he needed to know either. She just needed his phone number, right? Shaking her head, Chinami plastered on a wry grin and carefully rejected Rev’s offered arm. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make my own way home just fine. The coat will still need returning though… Hmm…” She dithered, before checking her phone and finding, to her relief, that it had miraculously been missed by the light beams erupting from her body. Honestly, you never realized how much you missed the ability to instantly repair things until you lost it… “I don’t suppose you have a cell or home number I could call to set up a return meeting?”
Rev raised his non offered arm up to awkwardly scratch his neck. "I am sorry, Chinami. I.. uhm.. don't have... a phone." He said and smiled awkwardly, he knew that someday his old fashioned Vauquelian ways would catch up with him. But he wasn't concerned with his coat, he was more concerned in letting Chinami or Ken leave the place on their own. Lord Kiburi could manage on his own no doubt though.
"Uhm. You have a messenger phoenix-pigeon? Don't worry about the coat, keep it as a memento of today or discard it if you don't like it." Rev walked closer. "But I can part with my address of residence, in case there's any trouble or the like." The blonde looked around to make sure none was eavesdropping. Like shadowy clones or such things.
"Alto Road, 34 C" He said in a hushed manner as he got close enough to whisper to Chinami's ear, before backing off to give her some more space.
Chinami’s mouth opened, ready to ask who the hell didn’t have a phone in this day and age, but it snapped shut a moment later, biting back the likely insensitive remark. She was hardly totally blind to the goings on of things outside Rhea. It was easy to forget after spending so much time here, but Rhea really just stood head and shoulders over most other nations in terms of advancement. And the nations that, in particular, didn’t move forward as efficiently were prone to discord… and revolution… like Izumo… and Vauqulen.
Despite the inconvenience of the situation, her mouth quirked in amusement at the following statement. “Phoenix-pigeon,” she mouthed aloud, practically tasting the concept, before chuffing. “Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of even meeting one, to my knowledge.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Seriously, I’ll return the coat. It’s fine…” She trailed off as he stepped closer. “Ah-” The oddness of him seemingly feeling the need to conceal his address aside- Wait, scratch that. With both Kiburi and Ken present, and Nightman still breathing, she could understand the caution. Still, when he whispered his address in her ear-
Oh dear, did that do things for her. As a frequent stressed purveyor of ASMR to sleep, the tingles that immediately reflexively shot down her spine… Well, she was far more concerned with shoving down the flush that wanted to rise to her face when he stepped away. “Ah-” She blinked a couple times, sucked in a breath and recounted the address mentally a few times, just to be certain she remembered it. Oh, better yet- She quickly opened up a phone app and jotted the address down, before sliding her phone back in her pocket. “Right.” She cleared her throat and smiled. “Got it.” Taking another calming breath she shoved down the remainder of that… bothersome sensation curdling in her gut. Hormones could fuck right off; she had shit to do today. As in nothing. She was going to go home, shower, and do nothing but sleep.
It turned out, Ken still had his smartphone, as his parents were calling him now. And so, with his magic items and Relic, he went to the car which was waiting to take him back home…
Reverio nodded softly as Chinami seemingly got his address down and wrote it into her high technology device. While he didn't have one like it, he knew their usefulness to provide light. "I can show it to you if you ever come by, it's pretty big and red and well warm." He paused for a moment. "I can't quite tell if the bird is a male or female though, thus I decide to label it.. well it." He smiled at that, the bird had been his lone constant company, yet despite all that time he had not given it a name. Perhaps out of respect for not knowing it's sex. But who knew.
"It's not that I doubt your abilities, Chinami. But I am still feeling uneasy about letting you walk home alone. If it wouldn't be too much of a bother for you, allow me to accompany you there. My gift allows me to take to the skies, It would not take long." He lowered his head in a polite manner as a noble asking for a request, and when he looked back up he noticed that she had gotten a tinge of red to her face. Just a slight bit. A fever? Had his powers been insufficient before?
A serious expression began to decorate his face as he stepped up again, and slid one of the sleeves of his shirt up before trying to lean in to place his arm against Chinami's forehead. "Your face is... red, are you having a fever?" He asked in a concerned manner. While his thoughts were swirling within, why was he so curious and eager to step in to provide assistance. Was he yet again becoming too drawn into other people's lives? Nightman and others had shown him the evil people could create by their desire to help. Was he slowly falling into the same thing?
As Ken began to make his own departure, Chinami nodded his way and shot him a casual two-fingered salute farewell. A strange guy but not abjectly dislikable… unlike certain people in her life. She’d not be opposed to meeting him again maybe, no matter his eccentricities… Well, she’d sleep on it. She just couldn’t handle any more oddness tonight.
Pulling herself back to the moment, Rev’s talk of this strange bird of his was sounding more interesting by the second. Chinami tilted her head slightly, trying to visualize what he was describing, but she was sure her imagination didn’t quite compare to the real thing. “Hah, well, I did say I was going to return your coat. I might just take you up on that offer then,” she chuckled.
His offer to escort her… Well, she couldn’t say she wasn’t tempted, but after having a bit to adjust to the… ebb and flow of this sensation that was suddenly smacking her in the face, she could somewhat more objectively peg that feeling for the hormone-fueled nonsense it was.
‘Godsdamn, girl, you’re down bad. Calm your shit, and use that brain you’re so proud of.’
Honestly, Chinami had never taken herself for being so… easy? Damn, just defining it that way alone was enough to kill a lot of the buzz. Shaking her head, she laughed a little at her own ridiculousness. Here she was, in the middle of a ruined building, bloodied and tattered, and down badder than she’d ever been for anyone over a guy she’d not met properly more than ten minutes ago. Looking at things objectively, he wasn’t even doing anything deliberately, and she was tripping over herself.
She needed to get a grip. She knew what this was. It was an almost entirely biological thing, a “crush”, as they called it. Not something likely based in objective interest so much as her body reacting at the first opportune moment to something that struck right in her zone. Fucking Suzakura leaving her bereft of experience… If her powers were working properly, she could have purged this easily before it had a chance to settle and been done with the matter, but that wasn’t an option now… It also really didn’t help that it was probably being compounded by another thing that she couldn’t name, an occurrence where life and death situations had a similar effect to a “crush”.
So, the only real question here was… Was she going to mentally dissect and purge this? Or explore it long-term? A combination of those? Was it in her best interests? Was it good for her goals? For Pete’s sake, she’d just met the guy.
She shook her head at Rev’s offer and waved him off. “Your chivalry is endearing, don’t get me wrong,” she chuckled, before fixing him with a notably more composed glint in her ruby eyes, “but I can handle myself just fine… in case the life or death battle we just had wasn’t enough of a clue.” She winced a bit at remembering the final use of her power. “I mean, burning light beams and self-immolation aside. That was… something I didn’t know my power would do. I’ve never been pushed this far before, tested my boundaries like this. But now that I know… you can be certain I won’t be making that same mistake again.” Speaking of that light… If she recalled…
She turned her gaze inward, before blinking in pleasant surprise.
“Last one, huh?” she whispered quietly, an edge of almost mournfulness in her tone. She was… worn out… tired… but when would she next have another opportunity like this? It was impossible to say… So, she’d just have to make the most of the moment.
She started a bit, as Rev stepped up to her again. This time, however, a bit more… prepared for how touchy-feely he could casually be, she stepped back and warded off his arm from her head lightly, shooting him a chiding look, before shaking her head in bemusement. “Like I said, I’m fine now. Your healing did the trick, as well as anyone could ask for.” The lingering flush was fading from her features even now, as she muscled back her composure with long-earned experience. “Tonight has just been… emotionally charged, more than I’m used to managing. I’m just a bit out of sorts.”
Taking another glance at the retreating Ken, Chinami’s words were addressed back over her shoulder at the blonde prince. “Say, Rev, is there anywhere you’ve always wanted to go… like a dream or fantasy… except, you know, real?” Shaking her head, she clarified, “I mean, like a place you’ve just always wanted to go… or revisit and never had the chance?”
“Such a place doesn’t exist anymore. When one makes all the wrong moves possible, and doesn’t realize it until it’s too late. But that’s a story for another time…” The blonde answered, as he slightly turned to look towards the exit of the building. His bangs falling over his eyes obscuring them momentarily.
Chinami’s lips pursed. On the one hand, every fiber of her being wanted to go home right then and just be alone for a bit to process… everything. On the other… Well, she never was good at resisting the urge to grind timed events, especially at the last minute. “What about… just a really notable place… like a famous waterfall or something. Just… something… somewhere significant. A place you’ve considered vacationing… or just experiencing really.” She glanced back at Ken again. Honestly, why the hell not? She might as well include him in this impulsive little plan too… assuming his probably worried sick parents didn’t shut that right down.
Rev tilted his head slightly to the side, looking over towards Chinami. “A hot and long shower… wasn’t that what you intended to go for right now? To be honest that doesn’t sound like a bad idea after this endeavor.” Reverio tapped his chin with one of his fingers, one of those Rhean futuristic things. The bathtub was so far behind? Or one of those open bathing areas? Well, at the current time he had gotten used to the showers. He could still recall his first experiences with one, which involved a lot of screaming after finding out it had hot water connected with it and that no matter how much you pressed your hands against the handle, the water sprouting didn’t stop. It had to be manually twisted with some device. Why did things have to be so advanced?
“But I suppose that in itself isn’t something significant or an experience. As far as I know, it is more about who is with you wherever it is that you may go. But if one has great sights, I think that could be an experience. Can’t say I am overly familiar with the Rhean vistas however. If we were in my homeland, I could have shown you plenty of things. Hmm. Come to think of it, I do recall hearing that Rhea had this sandridden field near the ocean, they call it a beach from what I hear. Many foreigners of my homeland used to speak fondly of it. Sand… won’t that just get in everywhere?” He felt another sweatdrop down the back of his head.
“If you ever come by to visit, I shall see about letting you have some Vauquelian batonnet, it’s long and quite tasty, goes well with cream and various other sweet things. Even if it can get a bit sticky and messy if you are not careful, not to worry though. I can show you how to avoid the rookie mistakes if you haven’t had it before.” Rev smiled, gesticulating with his hands and arms, describing how one would properly handle a Vauquelian piece of bread with its accessories.
“It’s usually best when they are hot, they kind of swell up abit compared to if they were kept in the cold. If one wishes, one could also have milk alongside it or something like that. Have you ever baked before? Believe it or not, it can be quite the workout. Makes for a stronger grip around one's sword too when you end up in a ruffle.” The blonde blinked, curious if the people of Rhea were as fascinated by bread and pastries as the people of his homeland. Well, at least they were surely not trying to poison you, like those emissaries from Albion.
Ken stopped, turned back, then said, “Why don’t we make arrangements to visit a flower garden some time, the three of us? Of course, we might need to find a place to meet up first, so that we don’t miss each other…”
"I like that idea, Ken. We should really talk about how to proceed from here on out. However, we are into this together." Rev gave a firm nod towards both Ken and Chinami, and then looked to Kiburi and gave him a nod too. Then Rev went up and whispered his address to Ken as well, just for safety reasons. Who knows who else could be listening.
Grinning as she was finally presented with some semi-concrete options, Chinami opened her mouth to give actual voice to her specific idea, before pausing and then closing it again, her enthusiasm abruptly tempered by a harsh reality. Instead, she glanced between both boys and said, “I’ll sleep on those possibilities, all of them, but…” She chuckled wryly. “Yeah, I’m not sure what I was thinking, Rev. Tonight isn’t the night to double down on impulsiveness. It’s one to just cool off, to go home and rest.” Metaphysical fingers grazed over the final enchantment in her possession, the teleportation one she had been aiming for before everything went to shit, approximately only 3 hours and 50 minutes on the clock remaining… She swallowed lightly at the bullet she’d likely just dodged with some foresight.
She shook her head. “Sorry, I got myself all worked up over something, and then realized I was simply being foolish.” And just downright stupid. Honestly, what was she thinking? That she was just going to have a last little hoo-rah with the dregs of her power? That she was going to see the sights and mess around till the final bell tolled? Did she really think for one second that using this power wouldn’t still damage her soul further? After all, at the end of the day, wasn’t it still being fueled by the same power that was the entire cause of her problems? Sitting passively as it currently was, it was manageable enough that it hadn’t provoked a mention from the mysterious voice… but if she actively used it and tugged on the flow of energy, potentially widening it? Well, would that really be any better than actively forming a fresh enchantment to begin with?
Reluctantly, Chinami exhaled and released the enchantment, frowning at the sudden cooling sensation in her chest, like an overheated electronic had just stopped running. It seemed her intuition was correct. Even maintaining that much was doing more harm than good. If she’d actually gone through with such stupidity, she’d have torn her spiritual stitches wide open. “Sorry, it was a ridiculous idea, honestly a pretty poorly timed one as well, considering… all this.” She gestured vaguely at their surroundings. Glancing at Ken, she added, “And besides, I’d be inconsiderate to keep you from your family. I’m sure they’re worried sick by all this.”
To Rev, she finished with a firmer tone than she’d managed before, “I won’t put you out for escort. In fact, I insist on it. Despite everything, I can handle myself. I sense your intentions are pure, but it’s considered rather insulting to continue pushing after I already said no… twice. This is the third time, and if I have to tell you once more, I’ll be leaving without that coat of yours as well.” She raised a single, questing brow. If he was such a gentleman, she figured he’d understand that she was offering a “lesser of two evils” situation. She could either go home alone and decent, or…
"Worked up?" Rev said in a ponderous and hushed tone, stroking his chin. The blonde quickly shook his head.
"You don't strike me as someone who does foolish things. Don't worry, we all have ideas and things we would like to put to the test. But not always do we get the chance or the time we need for it." The underdressed exile allowed one of his hands to traverse through his long hair as he pulled it backwards slightly, before making a head motion causing his hair to swing from the left and to the right.
Then he set his piercing blue eyes back on Chinami and offered her a polite nod followed by offering the same to Kiburi. "Do forgive me. I shall be on my way then." Then he turned around to walk alongside Ken to get a ride to his home, unless they would turn out to be kidnappers or extortionists. Those kinds of people did exist.
'Just what was that barrier... Perhaps someday you could tell me, miss Nadakai. But why do I still feel doubt? I know the path I need to tread, the path I must tread. Yet along the way, I keep stumbling over things. Oh you gods of near infinite wisdom. What choice shall I have to make when I finally reach the crossroad of no return? Brother. Princess. Watch over me.' Rev thought as he walked to find a light in the dark. His umbrella had not been stolen by Nightman at the entrance of the building, and thus he picked it up.
'If only there was an umbrella to ward off the conflicts and bloodshed of this world. This nigh endless struggle that gradually drowns us...'
Ken’s parents, Shinsei and Maki, looked like an ordinary couple clad in raincoats and carrying umbrellas of their own. Shinsei, however, looked like he’d scold Ken, before seeing the look on his son’s face. Then he said, “You’ve gone through a lot, you and your friend. So, will you two get in the car? Maki here will be driving.”
He then introduced himself to Reverio with a bow and spoke in the courteous way common to most royals, “Greetings; my name is Shinsei Ikari, Imperial Prince in Exile and Keeper of the Ame-No-Murakumo. I also act as regent for my son, the current Imperial Claimant. I am happy to meet someone who has saved his life, and whom I hope has not been too much trouble to you.”
Vera had to suppress a slight smirk at Michael's suffering. This was an acceptable comeuppance for the nosey little shit. However, as she made her way back toward the bar, something else was making its way around Midnight: the fact that Mina was dropping out of the tournament.
"Wait, what!?" The announcer hissed to the guy relaying the news. "Are you fucking kidding me? Again with this shit?! No one is gonna wanna fucking come here if we keep shuffling the brackets like this!"
"Well what are we gonna do then? It's the semi-finals! Just give them a pass?"
"Shit, no..." He began biting his thumbnail in annoyance. "Fuck it, whatever! I'll make it work!"
Vera's jaw dropped in realization. If Vera remembered correctly, that put Alex up against the sleezebag who'd been hitting on her. She didn't want Alex anywhere near that bastard. Alex had barely been able to handle her, and after their fight she'd be even weaker. Maybe she still had that super strength, maybe she didn't, but Vera was pretty sure she'd seen all of those fancy, glowing cards Alex had disappear right before she'd done that. Did that mean she was out of ammo? It was impossible to say, Vera didn't know a damn thing about Alex's new powers, but she was one to err on the side of cynicism and assume the worst.
Vera took her seat, back facing the bar, frantically chewing her nails while her friend was still conked out one seat over.
. . . wait.
BAM!
Vera's elbow shot out into her friend's gut, causing the other girl's eyes to snap open as she broke into a coughing fit.
"Yo, what the fu-" She was soon silenced as Vera grabbed her jaw and stared hard into her eyes.
"Shut up a listen."
"Ooh, sho fowcefuw-"
"Shut." Vera tightened her grip. "They're shuffling the matches again."
"Eh?" Even her friend, half out of her mind on drugs, was able to put together that that made no sense.
"I don't like it. First me, now some asshole against Al-. . . That Andras girl." Seeing her friend was at least half focused now, Vera let go. "I want you to go make a scene and fix it."
"Pfft? Me? Ur wayyy better at making a shcene," her friend slurred with a dry laugh.
"Yeah, except I'm suspicious since I started this whole mess," Vera told her. "Now pull it together and go do it."
The other girl rolled her eyes, "Ugh, fine. You care who she doesh end up againsht?"
"The painter kid would be fine." Vera shrugged.
"Cool, cool." The girl slid off her stool and stumbled to her feet. "Oh, and hwat do I get out of thish?" Vera, however, just reached over and grabbed her much emptier than before purse, holding it up for her friend to see. "You... make a sholid point." The girl rolled her neck, earning a few disgustingly loud cracks and then staggered off to do as she'd been told.
"Heeyyyy, what'sh the big deal? I heard you're screwin' with that denim lady's match again!" she grumbled as she stormed over to the announcer booth, earning a few confused looks as she did so.
"Wh-what? Where'd you come from?" The annoucer's face blanched at the sudden accusation.
"Well? What givsh, huh?!"
Unfortunately, he couldn't deny it. In a few minutes he'd be announcing it to the whole club! A thought that made his stomach churn, honestly.
"OK, look, shut up!" He hissed at her. "The other girl dropped out and this other guy volunteered to take her place! We can't just give a pass through the semi-finals! We're trying to put on a show!"
"Well... then make him fight shumbuddy else! What about that big brute who won the lasht match? New guy getsh pummeled, who givsh a damn?" Honestly, she was proud of herself for coming up with a more sly way of putting that Andy girl against the painter. She didn't even mention the painter! . . . Why the fuck was there a painter in the middle of a tournament? Questions for later... or never, more likely.
The MC held up a finger to retort, but then stroked his chin. It was a decent solution. At least this way Andras didn't have someone new replacing her opponent twice. At least Michael had earned his way to this part of the tournament. It'd be a way easier sell. "OK, OK, fine. That works, now go away!"
"OK, cool, but while I'm here can I order a drink, or-"
"This is the DJ booth, dumbass!"
"Riiiight." She gave him a finger gun and winked before staggering her way back to the bar, giving Vera a thumbs-up as she did. Vera just pinched the bridge of her nose, but gave a sigh or relief. Crisis momentarily averted.
A few minutes later, it was time.
"OK EVERYBODY! That last match was real quick, so we're gonna be running it back so to speak!" The MC called out. "Sadly, the milk truck that ran over the local pizza boy can't continue, but we've had a volunteer to take her place so you crazy motherfuckers can enjoy another fight! Now, since everyone's favorite underdog just broke one of our fucking tables, he doesn't get the luxury of any more rest! Get back in the ring! Now before anyone complains, I think you're gonna like this! Our replacement for this match is Suzakura Plagerzes! I think it's safe to say that whoever loses this match, we all win." Suffice it to say, Suzakura had a bit of a reputation, meanwhile the underdog had been throwing off the betting pool all night.
"Hmph..." The loser turned away from Duke, but then his eyes fell and he rubbed his jaw absentmindedly. ". . . he's been acting weird all night. Not gonna lie, either, normally when I lose to him it's my mistake, not him doing something right." His brow furrowed. "But tonight I didn't stand a chance. It was like running into a mile-high wall. I swear it was like he was roided out, but... that wouldn't explain this."
It was a moment later the MC made his announcement.
"Well, if you're so curious, looks like you get another chance to pay real close attention. Supposedly that Plagerzes guy can take a hit or two. Might last long enough to let you see what's going on..."
Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30 years old...
5. I have graduated college.
6. [s]I'm trying to get better at drawing.[/s]
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat far too much cheese.
9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
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