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Six years and change, but guess who's back, back again. Looking at my post history and remembering what a cringey twenty year old I was.
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Name's L.C. I write, work, sleep, write some more, work some more, sleep some more... You get the point! Finally here to stay, and itching for partners, let's go.

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Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop - Testing Ground!?
Mid-Morning





There was only one way to describe events so far- and it was undeniably as a whirlwind of activity. They went from gathering out front to challenging their trainer in short enough order that Darius barely even had time to hand out the burritos he'd made! He did, of course, hand them out anyway, during the brief stint they spent at the table in the back of the shop. Eggs, chorizo, cheese, peppers and onions all wrapped up in hearty tortillas. The finest Tex-Mex Breakfast Burritos to be found outside of the States, and all the energy and balanced carbs, proteins and vitamins a gaggle of growing kids could ask for in a convenient, walk-and-eat package! It was just a shame they had a whopping three or four minutes to scarf them down, and no more.

Thankfully, Darius had a lifetime of practice eating fast, and by the time they were introduced, shown their new... Tap-and-Reaps? Combat Passes? Whatever they were to be called, by the time they were doled out and the group was hustled down into the clearly-bunker-adjacent basement, the aging soldier at least had managed to chow down, and he went about following the instructions they were given with the contentment and energy that came with a full belly.

In that manner, he found himself once again in his spirit form, facing down an opponent he had the looming feeling they had absolutely no business facing down. He had felt the power of those Hollows last night- felt the pulsing, rippling force that radiated from every clash between Ouga and Regalhorn, and seen how the Soul Reaper dealt with swathes of the lesser Hollows that had been such a struggle on their own for himself and the other substitutes. He knew they were leagues below the man, and the knowledge that he was unlikely to actually kill any of them was slim comfort in the face of a thorough beating. And yet... Here was a chance to do just as he'd said. To get a little stronger, to step up to the rising challenges, and find purpose again. He would be as foolish to turn it down as he would be to take a brazen approach- So a cautious approach it would have to be.

As Bakuto charged in with his trademark recklessness, Darius followed, though not quite so quickly- Intent on lending his support, and lending some cleverness to what would otherwise be an all out assault. He reached again for that feeling of power, drawing on his reiryoku, weaving it into a now familiar hado. Fūsa, the barricade of light that had served so well as a shield the night before. This time, it would be a wall to corner Ouga against, brought into being behind the Soul Reaper with a slash of his hand to keep the man from retreating under Bakuto's attack. Then, a heartbeat after the youth made that followup thrust, Darius lunged between him and Ouga, zanpakuto drawn and braced against his forearm, arms up and tight against his face and chest; Clearly, he intended to take any punishment Ouga meant to lay out on the others, interposing himself between them, bunkered down defensively and trying to crowd the Reaper back against the wall of his creation. Half crouched and braced, he favored the Reaper with a grim grin.

"Don't think I'm fast enough to threaten you much, big guy, but I got a feeling I can take what you can dish while they do the cutting. Don't you hold back, now- Let's see how long it takes you to get tired!"

There was plenty of room, of course, for the others to crowd in around the sides, or to try and strike from above- they'd have a far better shot at wearing Ouga down together, after all.









For the Captain's acceptance of his correction, he had only a firm nod as he settled his things back where they belonged. It felt... right, to have the weights back on his wrists, the plates on his legs. A familiar, comforting heft, as good as walking around with a heavy blanket for the warrior-cat. By the time he had returned his dagger- really an over-heavy short sword in any other hands- to its sheath and settled his larger sword atop his shoulder, ready for use, there came a fresh and far more pleasant surprise. The familiar tongue of his home. Tainted by the city, surely, spoken like a cat who had never stepped out of the Imperial Cities, but recognizable all the same. He perked up, straightening and peering down at Caddach with no small measure of surprise evident on his face, with ears high and eyes wide. He replied in kind, of course, his own Ta'agra unsurprisingly flawless, though he spoke slowly- aware of that city accent, considerate to it.

<"You speak the tongue well, for city-kin, Breton. Yet, I see your meaning; It would be unreasonable to expect such ancient things clean. Perhaps I should not tease your mane so. Though I admit, I look forward to seeing what old, angry things these secret places hide. I have been long without a challenge- It would not do for my muscles to grow soft guarding caravans and breaking up brawls. Your company will be pleasant, as well, should you continue to surprise me. I will call you friend, for your surprises, and for your stones. Most would not correct me.">

And then again came the distractions- As others gathered up their things, armed and armored themselves, and talked of things that interested him little. He took to checking the edge of his sword, dragging a claw along it with a faint, rasping hiss, eyes squinted as if he were sure it might have acquired some nicks or lost its sheen of oil in the careless handling of prison guards. Only the near panic from his new favorite elfling drew his attention away, a frown tugging at his features as he struggled to catch up to the conversation he had half-ignored. Once he managed, it was with a heavy snort, the sword once again settled on his shoulder, free hand reaching out to pat and squeeze Yarmira's shoulder in what was surely meant to be a comforting gesture. It was a bit too akin to being caught in a death grip, but the intention was clearly good, at least.

"Be calm, Elfling. Breathe, yes? The silly man-things do not know your ways. Come, we will march along and slay the things that lurk and scurry in these halls, and it will make the Elfling feel better. The cultured Breton-thing assures Kiffar that there are old and angry things here for us to hunt. Exciting, yes? Old and angry bones make fine flutes."

He looked up as Baurus and Glenroy were told to take the lead, beginning the group's trek deeper into the forgotten passages. A low, pleased rumble- frightening growl to some, and the nearest thing a big cat could get to a purr to those more familiar- were sign enough of his eagerness to be away. He spared a moment to ruffle Yarmira's hair as one might a wily child's, before stepping off after the Blades with a nod to the Captain.

"Come, come, man-things, elflings, witches and lizards! The Mane-of-Men has need of all arms, and Kiffar smells hunts and adventure this way. This one thinks the many-things will make good company, so get not lost. Big orange backsides are easy to follow, yes? Let the fun begin, and may our foes be many and strong!"
FUGGIT it fires .410 and 45 now, Eagin The Iron Wrist McDorrel XD
Oh gods how'd that zero get there, that was supposed to be .38 xD Nice easy carry for the aged doctor. I blame typing those up on my phone at work
I would be the one who has ideas for both the science and security roles xD I'll post up both sheets just in case, and we can figure out who does what afterwards? Unless you just want science officer, I am happy to yield on it. Also damn called out on the edgy security role xD But when in Rome... Make it extra edgy. I'm completely fine playing either of these two depending on who else wants which role.




Sagamiyama - Sakuhana Park
Night


Another Hollow felled, as their most notable foe took its leave of the field- And another moment of hesitation that allowed the rest to escape. Quietly, as the strange archer left and Ouga turned that weary stare upon them all, Darius cursed himself. Hesitation after hesitation, moments of uncertainty that had cost them, all of them, dearly. The kids were young, yet untempered, but what was his excuse? After all he had seen, he should have been faster, more decisive. He might have saved the youths some hurts, if he had been. He could tell himself it had been shock, the realizations of how real it all was, the new sensations of wielding... Power, in new ways. It might even be true, yet it wouldn't lead to better results the next time, or the time beyond.

Blowing out a soft, frustrated sigh, he scrubbed a hand through his short hair, nodding a farewell as Ouga sprinted off. He, and Shouko, could find and tend to the others better than Darius could for now, and there was no sense of dread for their fates to drive him after the soul reaper. He had a feeling the kids would be fine without him for the night, even if they might have come out a bit rough for the experience. So, with soft uttered farewells, and a few parting bits of praise for their shows of strength and bravery, he took his leave as well- Trotting off into the night towards home.






Sagamiyama - The Stone Household


It was with some small regret that Darius returned to his body, back in the comfortable confines of his home. He had still felt the ache of his injuries in his spirit form, but distantly, as if they were a memory. Now, they returned full force, and all the sharper for it. It brought a groan of discomfort from him, and he had to spend some few minutes braced against the kitchen counter to keep his knees from buckling, the soul candy tucked safely back into its container in his pocket. Let alone the fatigue of the night's activities, felt just as strongly in physical form as in spirit, as exhausting as any long ruck had ever been. Focusing on taking slow, steadying breaths, gaze far off out the window, he never heard Aiko's approach until he felt her hands sliding under his arms a warm embrace from behind. Allowing himself a soft smile, he settled a hand over hers on his chest, turning his head to look at her as she laid hers against his shoulder.

"Your stomach keeping you up?"

A slight nod, in response, and a squeeze of her hands.

"My stomach. It'll heal. Sooner rather than later, I hope. I think... I think maybe I need to be stronger, again. Better. I haven't felt that way in a long time."

Her laugh, playfully scornful, was belied by the assurance and affection in the squeeze of her arms around him, before she pulled away, hands still holding his to drag him in her wake.

"You're lucky I like that you're so dramatic, Aijin. Come to bed- You can get as strong as you like after you get some real sleep."






Sagamiyama - The Candy Shop
Mid-Morning


Darius slept long, that night, and heavily- Hardly stirring when Aiko left for work, and only rising to answer the call of a rumbling stomach once the sun was already well above the horizon. He was half way through a hearty breakfast, feeling far better for the deep rest, when his phone buzzed to life in his pocket, declaring the location of this Candy Shop Ouga had summoned them all to. He decided, with a glance at the time, that it was nearby enough that he could afford to burn a little extra time before he left...

And so it was that he arrived, some half hour later on, with a large, foil covered platter in hand, the aromas of meat and egg and spicy things wafting from a few steam holes in the foil. He'd brought brunch, enough for everybody and then some in case of bottomless stomachs, just awaiting the arrival of the others to step inside and start passing the food out. After all, nothing took care of a night of jitters and uncertainty like good, heavy food.








A title, one that seemed long forgotten now, even after so short a span as it had been. It rang in Kiffar's ears, and brought ice blue eyes quickly to Captain Renault's face. It was such a simple request, and he couldn't decide if she meant to flatter him into compliance, or insult him into it. For a long moment, he simply stared, ears perked high and tail lashing, whiplike, behind him. For all his air headed behavior, those eyes were sharp as augers, uncomfortable for any unfortunate soul without a stalwart disposition and a spine like daedric steel. But then, surely, the Captain of the Blades had both.

Slowly, he decided she could not have meant insult by her words. Her duty was akin to his own, true, but he could not expect her to understand the depth of his shame, the shame of all the Manesguard, in the failure of their duties. Still, it would not do to let her carry on under the pretense that such claims were acceptable. He stooped low, bringing himself almost nose to nose with the Captain, voice low and words measured, a care given to sound... Proper, in this foreign tongue.

"Kiffar.... Is Manesguard no longer. This one remembers Captain Renault. She is proud, and capable, and Kiffar's Once-Kin, his... Fellows, spoke highly of her company in the negotiations. But she will not call this one Manesguard again. Kiffar is Unbound, forever, and always, and he deserves no better. But he will do this thing for you, for the fair hand her Mane-of-Men, her Emperor, dealt Kiffar's kind, however loaded the dice."

With a heavy sniff, he straightened, seeming content to have set the matter straight. Still, there was a set to his shoulders, now, something more ready than before, a more watchful feel to his wandering gaze. He awaited the others to come to readiness- And of course, when their things caught up, he was among the first to rummage through the chests of gear to fetch what had been taken. Heavy blades were returned to their places at his belt, weights and plates returned to wrists and legs. He seemed vaguely disappointed to find one item missing, rifling through the chests a little longer in search of it, though its apparent loss earned only an irate snort in the end.

"Silly man-things, taking Kiffar's sugars. No fun at all."








For long minutes, as each member of their group fell into line and trailed into the tunnels revealed to them in their pardon, the sounds were of soft chatter, and of walking... And walking. And walking some more. The sounds of feet both booted and bare, and of clawed paws in one case, echoing through the long dark. For Kiffar, the blinding mage light cast by Verinric was of little concern- his bulk, shoulders and head brushing the ceiling and walls of the tunnel, blocked it from extending forward in more than ribbons that slipped around his arms and sides. He needed only march along in relative darkness, following the tunnel by feel and hoping quietly that he did not discover any low points with his face before his whiskers.

"Kiffar's claws are always sharp, Elfling. He will be just fine to shred anything that comes while the man-things and elf-things are without their little weapons, worry not."

It was perhaps half way to the end of this first tunnel, however, that a problem arose. So much movement in a place long undisturbed was bound to kick up dust in abundance, and with Kiffar practically scraping it from the path as he went, he had no way of avoiding it. He paused at the fore, perhaps long enough for others to run into each other, crowding in his wake- and before the Blades might threaten him to keep moving, loosed an explosive sneeze. I'm tight confines, the sound was louder than it had any right to be, echoing ahead and behind forcefully enough to leave the more sensitive listeners in their group cringing for it.

"Ahh-- Excuse Kiffar, this place i-- i--"

Another blast of a sneeze, as he resumed his walk, stumbling now and then with another. It was going to be a long trek...

"Is very dusty, yes?"

Blessedly, the vast felines allergies, and the aural suffering it brought to his new fellows, were not destined to last forever. Within a few minutes more, dim light began to creep in around the gaps between Kiffar and the walls, making the mage light just a touch less necessary, bit by bit, until at last Kiffar swept out of the passage into the large chamber beyond it, letting the light through unfiltered. He brought half the dust and cobwebs in the tunnel out with him, a cloud by the entrance that would take time to settle, and one he was quick to step out of with one last violent sneeze.

Standing out of the way to let the rest emerge, Kiffar peered around with an indignant snorfling, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose, dangerous fangs bared in a grimace as if he might start up again. It would probably be best to give him a little space.

"Grah- Kiffar has decided he does not like small tunnels. Mane-Of-Men should have his clean-makers clean them better, yes? Rescues and escapes should not be noisy with the sneeze-making. Dangerous to let the sneakers and plotters know that Kiffar is coming, or they may hide in nooks he will not fit in. Kiffar cannot do violence where he does not fit."

Funny, that the thought of something not running and hiding from him never seemed to occur to him. He watched the rest pour from the tunnel with that half grimace of a smile, toothy as it was goofy, tail swaying lazily. So far as he was concerned, he was simply out for a stroll, waiting to be told where to go next.

Sagamiyama - Sakuhana Park
Night


Darius found himself in a strange position, after loosing that blast of Kido. His body buzzed with the energy of it, feeling as if somebody has stuck him next to high voltage wires and told him to stay put. He saw it stroke home, saw that it wasn't quite enough to finish the job- and yet for a few critical seconds, couldn't make himself move an inch to follow up. That excess charge, wasted energy in a first, rookie attempt at using Kido outside of training, at full power, held him fast.

By the time he shook it off, feeling like he was pushing through molasses, events were already moving well out of his control. The boys had all charged in to do battle, and further up the street Ouga clashed with Regalhorn in a frightful display. It seemed the Hollow had the best of that exchange, too- as if they all might elbe in danger of losing here, if something didn't change soon. With a groan, he pushed himself to his feet, just in time to see the humanoid Hollows go on the offensive, drawing his focus in tight. Tony and Bakuto under threat, Mikazuki just holding his own, and Mitsuaki and Sara nowhere to be found, with no way for him to know if they were hurt, or even alive.

And all despite his promise to himself to protect them. Not a scratch, he'd said. Not a damn scratch.

He moved the moment he could again, a wordless, snarling shout drawn from his chest as he lunged towards the hulking Hollows that had swung on Bakuto and Tony. He went on instinct, relying on what he knew. Swords were new to him yet, unreliable in unskilled hands, so he left his at his waist and counted on his hands. That excess of energy that had stunned him, drawn back inwards to focus on his fingers and knuckles, a trick he'd picked up from Ouga during training in those first weeks to lend force and authority to blows that otherwise might barely touch creatures like Hollows. All into one point, and unleashed as he drove his fist towards one of the creatures' side, right where the ribs would stop on a human. A nasty liver punch if ever there was one, with all the force of a Fang Blast behind it, in the hopes of sending it flying into its companion, and away from his.

"GAHOU!"

Whether that blow had the intended effect or not, though, there was hope to be found, in the arrival of the cavalry. A flash of blue light from up the street, and the arrival of a friend- somebody strong enough to make Regalhorn turn tail and run, at least, let alone the figure they brought with them, yet unnoticed by Darius, but sure to lend their aid soon enough. He let himself breathe a sigh of relief, even as he put himself between the boys and the Hollows once more, arms up and ready to defend.

"You boys alright? Nevermind it- if you can stand, you can manage. One of you go help Mikazuki, one of you help me- it looks like help is here, but we're not done until these are dead."
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