Raidou

The current leg of the tournament concludes, declaring victors and that only two duels remained. Such a strange set of opponents, not ones that he'd wrapped his head around encountering. "I am sure what is required is just some time to reflect. Growth only happens through understanding, and accepting what was as a problem." The sharp exhale causes him to peer on his peripheral, making it a note to not look directly at the girl. "Is that true? You said it yourself, you feel vulnerable. Yet here we are, this world is unforgiving and can ride the edge of hostile. Even still, the choice was to sti

A wave of crimson miasma thickens, and through the color the occasional flash of deep blue light pops through it like lightning. Buried under the untamed and wild aggression, as legions of Ladonia continue to try and push through the fog of war. Trying for the walls of the refugee camp with bloodlust on their minds. All they find is an early demise as they disappear within. The voices pierce that veil, as a message bleeds through on the wind. A fixated stare on the Ifrit, The whisper had breached it. "Success starts with the first move." Raidou hisses from that thickened coverage, as Gabr

Bottomed out glass, he'd reach for the thermos he'd brought and pour in some more. A fixation to keep him from studying as intensely on his surroundings. Through wooden panels peaks a waning afternoon sun, casting an orange glow across polished hardwood flooring. "I caught the back half of what happened. I hope that lessons learned prevents it from happening in the future." Pressing that glass to his lips, stealing a peripheral glance at Xena and noticing the lack of her chosen characteristic. Perhaps the words from the others had discouraged them being worn. Subtly, Raidou found them fitting

Following Persi's eyesight, unconcerned where the familiar's intentions lie. The wanderer had seen it fell a titan on its own, burrowing it's way through without much resistance. Any mischief or issue she found herself in, she could readily handle. A simple seat, as if unpacking himself after a change. Weight to a soft seat in the shape of a pillow, the clatter of dishes upon a platform. "Comfortable?" The boy spoke, a bit of whimsical invite to his tone. It had been a bit, since the Hoya's walls, but even still he didn't have an issue recognizing the girl. Taking the space near her, he k

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Custom Sword Art: [x1] Grand Mass Parry (2 EN) | COUNTER | WEAKEN | BREAK | EXPOSE | A single-target sword art that can be used at any time, on a successful strike, applies [WEAKEN]/[BREAK]/[EXPOSE] on the enemy. If [Parry] is equipped, and it is off cooldown, it is activated automatically with a successful connection of this sword art. Restriction: Can only be used by TECH shifts, cannot be used unless wearing cloth armor. Description: To some a shield, to others heavy metal plating or some mix between the two. But there are a finite few who prefer to use their weapon and a ste

Pouring himself a second serving from the kettle placed upon a folded linen, more of that greenish transparent tea to a cup. Another exhale and a meal about half way gone. The morning ripens as the sounds of civilization begin to take to the air. The canine, getting up and moving to greet a raising girl, alerts him to her awaking. "It would appear so." The boy remarks, keeping his attention to the book he'd been working through, about a quarter of the way through already. "It's been a bit strange, but I am getting used to it." Raidou comments without too much stagnancy on the turn of phrase.

Twisting his wrist, a pair of extended fingers and a thumb clutch on the rim of that ceramic cylinder. An outstretched palm, rested at the base, with the other holding the main body. A breath escapes his lungs, making the steam bend before folding back. Taking a sip, when out of the corner of his eye he catches the eccentric outlined hound move for him leaving the girl to rest. That cup clicks down, and into the satchel on his right hip. It unfolds from the top, raking inside. The wanderer removes a slip of wax paper folded, something heavy in its center. Peeling back the corners and taking a

The soft click of a closing door, and sliding off his shoulders a vibrant red robe. Folded up and found upon the platform of a dining room table, he'd notice the blonde tank nose deep into a paper colored blindfold. Gentle steps into the kitchen, he'd start moving through the cupboards. His eyes set on a small can, lifting it up and breaking the seal. A whiff of what was inside confirms what it was. What ensues is a careful twist of a dial, a flickering blue flame to the burner. A kettle, filled with water. A routine before, but now with purpose. Checking the heat, down to the decimal before h

Keeping that same silent composure, that simple quiet reflection as Jack began to pick up those cards. As Ronan would see to release him, he sat idle on that bed frame, peering through his glasses as a still turbulent mind struggled itself back into place. A sea of memories slowly being dragged back behind a pair of amber eyes. Listening with intensity to Ronan's reading, and taking into his hands a single card. "As much as I wish I could share the sentiment, or believe what you see. I do not believe in fate." There was something scattering down the length of that fool, these small wisps of st

"Well said." The nomad remarked as he'd pass through the threshold, nursing a bubbling feeling in his chest that was still finding solidarity. "It is important that we learn and grow from our mistakes." A single passing phrase to @Nari-Lanreth as he'd make motions for a seat. Donned in an attire that had not seen use since the Tanabata event. Something that he'd kept but had no reason to wear. A bit at the ends, uncomfortable. But even still, there was the taste of pride and happiness in these faces. This was a celebration of their definition, their strength. Even through it all, however,

Exiting out of the door that the Whisper had offered, and immediately the stink of saltwater graces his nostrils. Something seemed off, almost different. Changed. The ocean didn't quite smell the same, almost more ripe. His and those that entered that place with him, their appearances shift back to the ones they had been given. The same they wore through the test of time. A column of energy rips out of him, as if it had been waiting for his return. One so similar to the moment his fate was altered, and yet was now his to wield. Where it was deemed impossible, and at the brink of his own demise

A somber look upon his face as he's embraced by this woman. The singe of static just from the touch still racking the fibers of his being. "The world is what it always has been. But it doesn't need to be that way for everyone. Understand what my intentions are?" There was this cold kind of deafness to his tone, as deep within the thing that could feel it lay dormant. "I have to be resolute in my ideals, I trust you both more than I do most. However, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I will accept the consequences that come for what I must do." He'd wrap a soft hand around Ronan f

Releasing his mother's hand, clad in a plain school uniform. His glasses still missing, but it was obvious who he was. "I've got to go to. Keep on watching me. The world is ours to change." He mutters under his breath, the soft smile and the crunching grass. To the cry of every falling footstep, the sound of a droplet hitting a pool of water glances his ear drums. Floors blur past in an instant, as he starts to pick up speed. Faces stare back at him with smiles as he passes through a sea of faces, ones that were lost and yet never forgotten. Raidou's focus ever forward, and with it a smile tha

Finding himself torn into this place, his companions bringing him here. What is revealed is not a man but a boy, a robe gone and with it a pair of glasses. Nothing more than a boy, easily only 8 years old. A stalwart look on his face, as he turned to face a large spire of petals cascading down like snow. "It's ok." The voice was small, and clearly young. The soft patter of tiny feet, looking at this tree as if it would tell some tale. "I didn't know how to say it, I didn't know how to change it either. I'm sorry I caused both of you so much trouble." Troubled eyes strain against the brightness

The rumbling of a large beast exploding in a wave of smoke, the slow slide of a blade into its scabbard as his robe flailed about violently. The midafternoon sun held high upon the steps of Athenia casting a glare, the rolling hills of red stone worked to paint a picture. In the distance, howls and growls of various lions, a bit aggressively fondling over prey. Removing his lenses and polishing them on his sleeve, and returning them to his brow. The gravel crunches as his feet start to move, winding out in a combing circle aiming for the horizon. To others, it would seem aimless, without reaso

Slowly removing a robe from his shoulders, allowing it to slide onto the bed behind where he sat. Then, almost as if in a routine, he reaches for the glasses on his face and plucks them free. Slowly folding them up and tossing them to his side. "I have been called worse. It is easy to assume one can understand, likewise it is easy to assume that one cannot. I would ask of you, what do you see?" A rather plain looking male, with his obvious defining features removed, he looked like he could blend so easily with the next face you'd encounter. "Let me answer your question with a reflection." As h

Waves and waves of troops began to pour in to surround him, as ships began to paratroop down hostiles. This isn't good, my focus needs to be on that ship. The thought races through his head, as slowly diminishing health bars charged through his miasma. Holding his ground until that final moment, that was all he could do. Marching footsteps one after another parade against his eardrums, finding him almost deaf in his intense composure. They'd close in one after another, watching on past shoulders as the battle raged on. The count was easily within the triple digits. His guild had their hands fu

The pungent red film still erodes the light around the swordsman, still on edge from the exchange from before. Those that would pay attention would see him keeping an eye on Gabrandr for any ulterior motives. A few discordant words as the field became littered with conflict, fires raged on as rebellion was still in full swing. Like creeping death, as Raidou would move, his hatred continued to drain away. A crimson aura that sapped the life of those he passed by. Evidently, he draws a blade, and starts to carve away at the opposed forces. He'd given his word. Lights began to take the

A silent intensity built on his face, as he listened to this group of virtual strangers. "What changed? I have heard from Rosa regarding Declan's death. Did that drive a wedge through you all, it would appear that is troubling Violet something quite considerably." He hung near that deck of cards, finding their presence almost abysmal in a recount of facts. Even still, he'd gingerly, an almost cursory shift, pluck another card and flip it over. A six of swords, upright and placed next to that card of wands. It didn't mean much to him, but perhaps more to Ronan. "What she needs is someone w

♫ The epiphany had sunken in, and with Xena's acknowledgement he takes to a shuffle as if building distance. "I am." The simple answer so such a troubling question, he wasn't the type to deny it. It showed that even the darkest story had a victim, or even a hero could be a villain. As he'd make a somber jaunt to the entry, seeking passage out as the bitter sting was realized. "The stories are true. Take what you will from that. All I can offer is this." A pause as he removes his glasses and works to clean them, a method to the madness. "Each of you will continue to walk the path

Nursing the top of the girl's hair, what was first a standard inspection had taken a different light. Now it was just for the sake of the feeling it gave. "Some people are mean." A reflection in his tone as worked way, sharing the warmth betwixt them both. He'd seen a million renditions of this, a myriad of lifetimes blazed past. Xena was herself, but for a brief instant she was Mari, then Ruri, then Foto and shifts to Quinn. Those specters share a smile under that exchange, and yet ceased to be. As his face would move, vision unbound and blurred. Akin to that of a smearing as the colors

With confirmation, a ginger brush causes one ear to fold and pop back up. Almost lifelike enough to get it confused. If they were false, then the look was so absolute that it was easy to mistake them. The warmth between his hand and the tuft of bright orange hair was noticeable, raking the space between them with a gentle graze. All sorts of questions, as he'd watch carefully how they react and move. "Why would I pull them?" The honest question came from him through a pair of reflective lenses. His aim wasn't to injure, just understand. Finding himself stuck in almost a trance, as if pett