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Who: Kengo and wandering people
When: Day 88, early evening
Where: Level 2, by the warehouse
What: Training

[Before he went to bed that night (when dreampost occurs), Kengo was busy practicing with his new powers.

After jogging around the perimeter of the Level 3 common area several times to warm up, he found an out-of-the-way area on the south end of the open square on Level 2, in front of the warehouse, and started up a series of drills, mostly trying out styles of attacks using liquified darkness--first just activating it, trying to form claws or blades with it and swiping (rather inexpertly). He's not very good at it, uneasiness and nerves about the new power causing him to be a bit unsteady with it. Every time the darkness in his skin creeps up his arm to the sleeve of his t-shirt he stops entirely and lets it dissipate before trying again.

Finally he gets frustrated and pulls on a pair of fingerless gloves, activating them into a pair of metal gauntlets, and starts doing much more familiar boxing drills of his own design.]

((ooc: slowpost!))

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[whoa wait--] You used my name!

[...??]

Why wouldn't I use your name?

Oh, no, nothing... I just thought maybe you're that gruff type that goes "you there" instead of saying someone's name most of the time...

I don't want anyone else's attention, I want yours. What are you doing?

[Wha... what kind of crazy statement is that?]

[--no, obviously he's talking about getting my attention just now. Still, what a shock, I never thought I'd hear someone say that to me in my life...]

Edited 2012-10-28 23:31 (UTC)

Huh?? What am I--oh! Er. I'm just. Um, that eyepatch guy could do some really cool things with his blood so I was just... trying it out...

[...what now?

he makes so many faces all the time.]

That guy... it does look similar to what you were doing.

You're not happy with how it was going? It's obvious you've never fought like that before.

Ah, you really saw... It just doesn't really feel like my style... Though I can't really imagine hunting by beating something to death either--something sharp is probably more merciful, right...?

Are you worried about being merciful?...

It looked to me like you were uncomfortable with it. Are you still afraid?

I just don't think I can kill something if I have time to feel bad for it...

No! ...Maybe. It's just really weird! I've never even seen what I look like when I'm like that but now it just comes out so easily...

. . .

You're never going to get used to it if you don't try, you know.

That form of yours may be much more effective than what you're doing now.

Mm... I guess I should at least try it...

... I don't mind helping you.

[what jeez]

Y-you mean if I lose it?

If necessary, yes. But I meant more adapting so you don't. I've fought with a claw all my life.

And if you're really trying to adapt to this part of you... halfway won't cut it. I don't want to watch you make some pathetic half-decision.

Besides, it's. . . different. . . you're the first human I've met that's actually wanted anything to do with the deimos side of you.

[If you decide to push on half-heartedly...]

...If I don't do something about it then it'll do something about me, right? I want to stop being afraid of it someday! So... if you really don't mind lending me your strength then... Please help me, Darc!

. . .

. . .Alright.

I'll teach you what I know! You who would embrace this part of you, and live and fight as something not human or monster.

Whether you're from another world with a completely different nature or not, the king of Deimos has plenty of experience with a violent nature and darker powers, and counting on instinct in unfamiliar territory. I will help you, and control you when you cannot be controlled.

Okay, I feel a lot more fired up! Let's see what I can do!

That's better!

Change back. If you're ready, we'll find you a target. The way you've been I doubt you can attack me full force.

Well, it'd be weird if I wanted to, wouldn't it?

[He straightens up and starts calling darkness to him anyway. This time something slightly different happens; the skin of his arms starts to darken, but the gauntlets he's still wearing also seem to change, the edges getting sharper, and the knuckle-plate developing raised notches that'd definitely hurt more than just the flat plates]

...!

Interesting... your ability seems to be transforming more than just you. Are you doing that deliberately?

Huh?

[Look] Oh. I'm not. Um, these were weapons given to me by Shirogane-san. They respond to fighting spirit or something, so maybe it's that... I've seen Aya do it with hers but I didn't know mine change...