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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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...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...

That sounds powerful... you never even tried this sort of thing before when you had weapons like this?

T-they power up my punching strength a lot normally, but uh, to be honest this is my first time witnessing what happens to them when I combine it with the shadows...

......

Well? How does it feel?

Uuh... maybe if I do.. something like this?

[Frowns really hard at his hands and forms hooked claws with the shadowliquid on the knuckle plate??? ...changes them to just pointy cones...] It takes too much concentration, I don't think I can fight with it.

Edited 2012-10-29 02:26 (UTC)

So you'll need to come up with a way to use what it does on its own, then, rather than focus on changing it.

So I should try with instinct, right?

[The grayness keeps creeping up, now visible on his neck. He drops the shadow shaping and punches his fists together a couple times, taking a deep breath. Boxing the air again a couple times to loosen up.]

[watching that-- he assumes he's doing motions that are familiar to keep his head stady, which he approves of, so he nods]

That's right. And it's possible some things are hard now just because you've never done them before.

So, how does the rest of you feel?

A little heavy--like something's waiting for me to tell it what to do...

[He punches again a couple times--on the last one his expression sharpens with concentration and there's a whipping crack of sound, his fist swirling with a bit of shadow as he releases the hit like a shot]