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| A Fiery Reunion!; Hiroaki and Kaneda | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 17 2018, 01:37 AM (383 Views) | |
| GhostPants | Mar 17 2018, 01:37 AM Post #1 |
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This was the life. On a tropical island far from anyone trying to arrest him for his heinous crimes, Hiroaki was simply relaxing in the midday sun. For once, he had a moment of pure peace, resting on the beach of Elysium's main island. He'd brought a lovely little wooden folding chair--two of them, actually, a small mixup when packing cause these things were really nicely made--and a few bottles of refreshing mango juice. He was in a t-shirt and swimming shorts, perfect beach attire, just in case he felt the sudden need to take a swim. For the most part, though, he was there for the view. Staring out into that blue abyss really did get the thought across of just how far from the rest of the world he was. No police trying to track him down, no heroes to stop him, just a little paradise away from the eye of the law. The villain school thing was fun too, but just being able to take some time to rest really put him at ease after some upsetting events. Good people had died, good friends and good partners. He was pretty sure he was the only one left of his former gang, even. Ayano, Valarie, Danny, now just names attached to ideas of what they used to be, but he'd survived. And he wasn't planning on following in their footsteps anytime soon. So, this island was the perfect place to get himself ready to head out again, hopefully not to risk the odds as much as he apparently did before. He was getting to know a lot of kindred spirits too, Yoshizawa was really great for all kinds of reasons. Maybe he'd just stay here. Granted, he'd have to find some way to keep himself... entertained, but he'd figure it out. He wasn't really in the mood yet, anyway. His spree of arson-related incidents had hit a bit of a stop, but it was bearable for the time being. If he'd find a way to sneak off to the mainland he might try and get something going again, but that was all in the future for now. A nice thought nonetheless. Man, the beach was a great place to think. It was the quietest place in the barely established independent nation, outside of some healthy ambiance. Just so purely calming, as long as there wasn't anyone else around to ruin it. Maybe it'd be nice if they could get into some friendly chatter, though. That second chair might actually get some use. He popped open one of the mango juice bottles and took a sip. Refreshing. |
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| Justice | Mar 17 2018, 07:51 PM Post #2 |
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It was impossible... right? Kaneda couldn't believe his eyes at first. Had he seen a ghost? A distant memory from his past? Was the stress of the island getting to him or had he finally snapped? Or maybe the simple answer was the right one. That the boy who had tried to kill him, his brother and his friend, was here on the island too. Kaneda had been out in the forest training when he caught a glimpse of that familiar red hair. Stopping his routine, he followed the boy until he got to the beach, keeping a close eye on him. A deep burning feeling appeared in his stomach and a slight dripping feeling broken Kaneda's gaze as he noticed he had been clenching his fists so hard that his fingernails had dug into his palm. Calming himself, he wiped his hands on his pants. Why was he here? How? Kaneda thought there was only orphans here, so did that mean he was in Africa too....? Were his parents killed? Taking a deep breath, he rose from his spot behind some grass, and began walking towards the relaxing hot-head. Kaneda didn't try to hide his foot steps from being heard, nor did he try to sneak up on his counterpart. Instead, he opened his palms, pointing them behind him as he walked, his pores opening and absorbing the air behind him quickly, absorbing it into his palms. His stride was quick, confident, filled with intent and purpose. Closing his palms, his veins in his hands bulged with power as everything was compressed inside, and if any mass was absorbed, would be compressed to dust. "How the hell did you get here?" Kaneda asked out loud, uncaring if he had been noticed or not. "Move slowly, no sudden movements." He would warn. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on but he didn't like it. He needed to get to the bottom of it. He would move his arm to brush his now shoulder-length white hair out of his eyes, to the side, but standing ever at the ready to strike should the occasion call for it. |
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| GhostPants | Mar 18 2018, 01:35 PM Post #3 |
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Footsteps? Was his wish for a conversation partner granted? With a smile on his face, Hiroaki turned back to take a look at the mystery visitor... to be greeted with a pair of palms directly aimed at his face. And a very angry boy behind them. Not exactly expected, the sudden shock causing the pyromaniac to take a jump backward off his chair. "Calm down, kid!" He put his hands up just to be sure, but there was a grin still on his face. This was a fun little break from his inflection session. "Who the hell are you toOOoh my god it's you," It took him a second, but he finally remembered. "You were at the ramen place!" A combination of surprise, irritation, and honest curiosity came over him. "You really went out of your way to ruin my fun there, didn't you?" he followed, still not really seeming all that angry. He really wasn't sure if he even was anymore, it was all in the past and he'd had waaay bigger things to worry about since then. "Nice hair! By the way, how's your brother doing?" he asked, ignoring the white-haired boy's own question. He'd maybe get to that later, but he had to figure out how the kid got here himself. He wasn't in Yoshizawa, was he? No, definitely not. Way too much of a goodie-two-shoes. He had heard something about a bunch of kids getting dragged here from Africa, but that didn't seem to make much sense. "How'd you get here yourself?" Might as well ask him, he was right there. This was such a massive coincidence of a reunion, he should enjoy it while it lasted. The boy seemed a lot more desperate for details than the redhead, so why not take advantage? |
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| Justice | Mar 19 2018, 04:24 AM Post #4 |
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He seemed to be just as surprised that Kaneda was here that he was, Kaneda worrying for a moment he wouldn't remember who he was since he called him kid. After a moment though, he saw the realization first hand. He then proceeded to mention their last meating. Kaneda's eyes narrowed at the mention of the ramen place. "That was my favorite place to eat!" He angrily exclaimed. The conversation then went in another direction as he mentioned his brother, asking how he's doing. Kaneda's movements froze. He honestly didn't know. Before he left, he had been in a medically induced coma, the doctors explaining that the pain would be too difficult to deal with at first due to so much of his skin being burnt. "He's alive, no thanks to you." Kaneda would mention. He would watch Hiroaki's movements, making sure he didn't try anything quick, listening as he then asked how Kaneda got here himself. He hadn't really thought about how to answer that if it was turned around on him. Should he tell the truth and tell him how he was quadriplegic for 3 months due to the explosion in Africa? No, the less he knew the better. "....I'm here training with Mercutio." He lied, not breaking his gaze. He remembered back to the hospital, just before that... thing killed that kid and how the other two had mentioned being a part of a team of kids that Mercutio was training himself. Plus by mentioning Mercutio's name, he knew it would have some kind of sway on his intent. Afterall, this was his domain, his world. |
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| GhostPants | Mar 19 2018, 10:32 PM Post #5 |
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Hm. He hadn't taken the bait. Really, Hiroaki had expected the boy to be a bit more aggressive, but he'd really taken his advice and calmed down. Impressive, to be honest, but now he had to think of something else. Let's just listen to his answers first. "Are you serious? Wow! Tough kid. Not many people can say they survived sitting on an exploding car!" If he wasn't being lied to that was as close to a miracle as things got. It was a pretty nice explosion, too. Too bad he couldn't feel much of it, being in his fire form at the time. But, enough about the past. He did actually answer the question of how he got here first, though the answer was a little strange. "Really now? The man himself?" The little brother surviving their last meeting was a stretch, but this took the cake. But, if he really was in cahoots with the big bad Crimson Fucker, maybe he knew a little something he wanted to know. "Hey, you wanna take a seat? We've got some catching up to do, and keeping up your arms like that'll start getting annoying soon." That second folding chair was actually getting its use, surprisingly enough, as he very slowly lowered his hands into the large bag next to his own seat, pulling the thing out. He struggled a bit opening it up before finding the sequence of completely randomized actions he needed to make the damn chair functional. The redhead pyro took back his seat, taking a look back at the beauty of the ocean. Water might be his worst enemy, but it was still really nice. Regardless of whether his conversation partner decided to sit down with him, he'd start talking again. "What's your name, actually? I'm Hiroaki," The name exchange had to happen at some point, so this was as good a time as any. But, this was also time to get down to the nitty-gritty. "So, how long have you been training? Must be pretty boring, just being on this tiny island." He had more interesting questions, but he'd build them up a bit more, make them seem a little less out-of-the-blue. Maybe even answer some of his friend's questions, if he felt like it. |
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| Justice | Mar 22 2018, 03:16 AM Post #6 |
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The firey-youth offered Kaneda a seat and he was slightly taken back once again. This kid was acting like it was nothing to him. It was almost like it didn't even register to him that what he did was bad. He even went as far as saying they had catching up to do, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages. Kaneda only blinked as his arms slowly reached into the chair, Kaneda keeping his palms primed in anticipation, but it was just... a chair? He would open it up, sitting it next to him, then looking at the ocean. A surge of anger swelled through Kaneda at the boy's lack of awareness, but only momentarily. Even if he did fight him, right here, right now, then what? There were no police he could turn him in to. There was no justice system on this island. And he couldn't kill him, that wasn't who Kaneda was, especially to an enemy who was offering an olive branch. Hesitantly, Kaneda lowered his palms, the air stored inside of them dispersing slowly out of them, his bulging veins deflating back to their original state. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the warm sand over to the chair and sat down. Hiroaki asking his name took Kaneda off guard again, another act of familiarizing himself with him. "Kaneda," he muttered, "Ikezi Kaneda." Hiroaki asked him how long he had been training now, Kaneda's glance moving slightly away from Hiroaki, but keeping him in his peripherals. He thought quickly, having a reply that was actually a half-truth. "Roughly six months ago. Ever since the attack in Africa." He spoke. "I just happened to be there. Wrong place, wrong time." He then brought his gaze back up to Hiroaki. "And you? You never explained why you're here or how." |
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| GhostPants | Mar 22 2018, 03:40 PM Post #7 |
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When Hiroaki tried getting a bit more friendly with the boy he knew there was a bit of risk involved, this worked out as well as he ever could have hoped. His new friend lowered his guard and sat down with him, thankfully. It was nice to see he understood there wasn't anything to gain from violence at the moment, so it was best to just sit down, chat, and spit out anything he knew. But he'd do it less bluntly than that, obviously. Kaneda was his name. As he muttered it out, the redhead dove into his bag again, digging out another bottle of ice cold mango juice from a cooler bag and offering it up. "Here you go, Kaneda," he said, as friendly as he'd been the whole time. "I swear it's not poisoned." Then, it seemed like his other question was getting an answer, and this would have to be good. "Africa?" His eyebrows shot up, thoroughly surprised. There it was. It had just been a suspicion, maybe even a hope that somehow he had some idea of what had gone down that fateful election day. He was planning to get to it later, but now it was just served up to him on a silver platter, almost ready to go on the offensive. Six months ago, the cameras cut out, and when they came back on the official statement was that the building was blown up by his very own criminal leader and her yandere girlfriend. But they wouldn't have. They couldn't have. It had to be a lie, by WISH or by the Africans or by the Crimson Fucker himself, but Ayano and Val did not blow that place up, period. But first, a different question. "Oh, I got a job over at the correctional facility. Yoshizawa Academy, you heard of it?" The white lie to end all white lies, but it was technically true. Maybe not the correctional part, but that was up to interpretation. Now, back to business. "So, Africa. You know, I've always wanted to know what exactly happened there. I was watching it on TV, but then everything cut out. I'm sorry if it's hard to remember, I'm just really curious." He wasn't sorry, obviously, though he could pretend to be. The question might have seemed a bit out of place if it weren't coming from a serial arsonist with serious mental health issues, but he'd answer, right? |
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| Justice | Mar 23 2018, 12:18 AM Post #8 |
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Hiroaki offered him a drink, swearing it wasn't poisoned. Kaneda eyed it carefully for a moment before taking it, nodding slightly. "Thank you." He said quietly, looking at it. He actually hadn't drank anything except water for the past six months, all but forgetting what anything else tasted like. Opening the bottle, he sniffed it momentarily, recognizing the mango scent, one of his favorites, before taking a quick drink of it, letting out a refreshing "Ahh." Before wiping his lips. Hiroaki then went on to say he got a job at some place called Yoshizawa, a correctional academy here. Kaneda looked at him, slightly puzzled. He honestly hadn't heard anything about that at all while he had been here. Should he have? He didn't know. "Can't say that I have. Mercutio likes to stay quiet about things that don't pertain to training." He lied again, taking another drink of his Mango beverage. "Sounds interesting though." He said. This kid got a job at a correctional facility? Here of all places? He doubted it slightly, but he had nothing to back that up except his own gut feeling so he kept quiet. He'd have to do his own research and figure out exactly what that was all about. Changing the subjct, Hiroaki brought up Africa, wanting to know what exactly happened there. This took Kaneda slightly off guard, turning his head back to Hiroaki. "I uhh... I don't remember exactly," He lied again, "I just remember an explosion and being knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I couldn't move my body. Turns out, explosions can break your spinal cord." He looked at his own hands, clenching them, moving his fingers back and forth. "It took a lot of pull from Mercutio and a literal medical miracle for me to even be sitting here. I still don't know if my body is back up to par." He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking as he did. "I just know that a lot of people died and Mercutio did his part to try and help those he could." |
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| GhostPants | Mar 24 2018, 01:55 PM Post #9 |
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Son of a bitch. He didn't remember. Hiroaki had to try his very hardest to keep himself from exploding on the spot, leading to an odd bit of silence as the pyro froze in place, lasting until well after Kaneda was done talking. What the hell did he mean, he couldn't remember?! This was the one solid lead he had and probably the only one he'd ever get! This was going to haunt him for the rest of his goddamn life! Why couldn't he just give him this?! He needed this! Seriously! Once the boy was done talking his face was almost as red as his hair, looking like every vein in his body was about to burst and his eyes tearing up, as he counted to ten and back and back again, and his nails would have been miles in his palms if he wasn't holding his hands together. A plume of smoke had steadily been rising from his hair, patches of it glowing like embers. "That's fine," he said softly, trying to hold back the urge to just jump at the boy and strangle him while setting him on fire while bawling his eyes out. This was so strange. His anger was just at the perfect border between manageable and uncontrollable, and he didn't know what to do with it. He was just trapped in between two equal desires, to destroy everything in sight or to calm down and keep talking. If he could just let a little bit of anything out, that would be great. A massive burst of fire suddenly erupted from his scalp, before dying down in less than a second. Ah, that was refreshing. He could think a bit. He shouldn't make any more of a scene here, and talking might still get him something, so he had to calm himself. With a deep breath, he was finally ready to talk again. He'd honestly impressed himself. He knew he wasn't the most emotionally stable person in the world, so this kind of self-control was really not common. "Well I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?" The smile on his face was finally gone, now dead serious in his questioning. He was getting something out of this kid, whether he was giving it up or not. |
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| Justice | Mar 26 2018, 02:16 AM Post #10 |
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Hiroaki's attitude quickly turned dark as he seemed furious about Kaneda's false claims. As his skin turned red, Kaneda chugged the rest of the mango drink, wiping his mouth once more. As the flame then erupted, Kaneda was stoic. Setting the drink down. Hiroaki asked him once more if he was sure if Kaneda remembered anything, to which Kaneda smiled gently. Standing up from the chair, he collapsed it, then tossed it aside, keeping the same distance from Hiroaki. He wasn't scared. If anything he was glad. He knew something was up, especially because he was asking about Africa specifically. He now doubted Kaneda's claim of amnesia, which made Kaneda think that maybe he knew something. Stretching his arms and shoulders, Kaneda lowered them, looking at Hiroaki. "Tell ya what, Hiroaki-san," Kaneda spoke, grinning slightly at the chance for a real challenge, "Spar me. If you win, I'll tell you exactly what happened in Africa. If I win, you tell me exactly how you got here and more about this "Yoshizawa" academy. I've seen Merc's disciplinary skills in action, and if it's anything like I saw, I'll put an end to it. Sound like a deal?" |
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| GhostPants | Mar 30 2018, 12:46 AM Post #11 |
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Hm. Kaneda didn't seem remotely fazed by Hiroaki's little outburst, putting them on an equal ground. The kid wasn't staying still though, folding up the chair. "Hey, try not to break it! It's hard to get things around here!" It was more of a joke than anything too serious, but it would be really annoying to have to get a new chair. Anyway, he had to listen. Sparring. Pff. That was his big idea? "Just gonna solve everything with violence, huh? You know, you're my kind of guy," he said with a mirroring grin, standing up too. "Also, doesn't that prove that you were just lying to my face? And if you were lying, something fishy did happen there, and from where we are right now I'd guess it's got something to do with Mercutio." But enough with that, now he had to get a fight on. He had something of a game plan, more of a game gimmick, but it had a decent chance of working. Whether or not he'd actually tell the truth about Yoshizawa, that was a good question right there. He'd see. But unless his enemy-turned-conversation partner-turned-sparring partner just pulled the biggest bluff of his life, he already knew all he had to know. Maybe he didn't know the exact details, or had any proof to support his crackpot theory, but the case was wrapped up except for a confession. And he wanted that confession. So, they'd get sparring. "Just remember, this was your idea," he said as he was about to take the first strike. Pretty straightforward, one might think, as he lifted up his right hand, before turning it into fire and shooting a jet of flame at the boy in front of him. Given what he could remember about Kaneda's quirk, this was bound to be good. |
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| Justice | Mar 31 2018, 03:40 AM Post #12 |
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Hiroaki agreed to his challenge, standing up, then used a bit of logic to put together that Kaneda had indeed been lying to him. He only shrugged. "You're right, I lied. You think I'd just outright give you the information you needed after you hurt two people close to me? No way. But, now that I know I have something you want, I know that you won't try to kill me. Not yet at least." He would smirk to his opponent, readying himself. "But I wasn't lying about my body being broken. Haven't been in a real fight since... Well, our last bout, actually. I've been dying to get a warm-up in." He would smile, a vicious grin curling on his lips. "Enough talk. Let's go!" He would shout. Here, there was no WISH to interfere and stop them, or Pro-Heroes to break them up. They could go all-out if they wanted, something he hadn't done in forever. He could finally flex the true potential of his abilities, and Hiroaki was giving him the perfect opportunity. Hiroaki began by lifting his right hand, turning it to flame, and shooting a jet of flame at him. With his own hands already raised, Kaneda opened his left palm, sucking in the air, including the flame, while running towards Hiroaki. Aiming to suck in as much flame as Hiroaki could produce, he would run up to the boy, still sucking in flame with his left hand, while curling his other into a ball. Using Hiroaki's own flames, his right hand would ignite as it aimed towards Hiroaki's cheek, Kaneda attempting to fight fire with fire. No matter the outcome, whether he hit or missed, he would then backstep, putting some distance between them. Both of his hands had erupted in flame now, up to his elbows, having absorbed Hiroaki's own element and made it his own. "I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve since we last met." He would say, his long white hair flowing crazily behind him, the sheer amount of updraft the flames from his arms creating an almost serene sort of image upon Kaneda. Kneeling down, Kaneda would dig both of his hands into the soft sand beneath him. "Our fight inspired me to get stronger, so I guess I owe you one." He would say, letting his flaming hands try and melt the sand they were sunken in. "Why do you want to know about Africa so bad anyways? Tell me the truth." |
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| GhostPants | Mar 31 2018, 12:45 PM Post #13 |
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"It's not healthy to keep grudges for so long, you know," Hiroaki said to the teen in front of him. "I've forgiven you for putting out the fire there, too." Really, he should try to move on more. Then again, that might be easy for him to say. Everything he'd ever touched had turned to ashes, leaving him no other option than to keep moving forward. But just when he was about to get inflective again, there was a sneaky plot to take care of. Heheheh. He'd fallen for it. Hiroaki's opponent started sucking in his flames, which was exactly what he'd hoped for. The fire was getting vacuumed into the apparent black hole that was Kaneda's left palm. Hiroaki had to stop himself from laughing as he'd placed the boy in checkmate already. His new arch-nemesis was running at him, but just as his fist was about to hit the redhead's face, his face disappeared into his shirt. Indeed, his machinations had gone undetected as he'd kept on feeding fire into the poor boy's arms. But not just any fire, oh no. His own body, transformed into a state of pure fire, travelling directly into his target. His head was the last part to go, turning into a blazing mass of glowing gas before making its way down. His clothes fell into a pile on the ground as their wearer had exited through his sleeve. "Check and mate, buddy!" he gleefully exclaimed. "Maybe this time I can inspire you to be a bit smarter." He really couldn't get over himself for this one, as he continued to chuckle, the sound of his words coming straight from Kaneda's flaming forearms. But, he wanted to know what would drive him to so fervently seek answers about Africa. "Ah, you want to know?" Eh, why the hell not? "Well, just don't try to catch me off-guard or anything. You try to throw me out of here, I blow up your arms. If you don't wanna go straight back to the hospital, sit back and listen to my life story." "After the whole fiasco at the noodle shop, I obviously had to get out of the country. After getting away from the scene, I smuggled myself onto a cargo ship headed to Los Angeles. Now, here's where things get fun. A mad scientist suddenly invaded the city with a robot army, setting up a game for heroes and villains to rack up points and win an invite to the party of their lives! It was fun as hell, I can tell you, and probably as close to a real hell as I'll ever get. The view was just breathtaking." He couldn't help but think about the panoramic view of the city from atop the giant scorpion, fire and fury sprawling for miles in every direction. But back to business. "So, here's where I run into a certain girl named Ayano. Or, as you might know her, Anastasia something. She offered me a business proposal, but we were separated before we could talk it over. But, we'd get the opportunity soon enough. We won the game, and after a while the party was about to get started." "The Gala. One clusterfuck of a party, that was. I met up with Ayano, meeting one of her partners-in-crime... Valarie Tempest. A complete maniac, even for my standards, and obsessed with Ayano. A real yandere, or whatever they're called. Maybe the worst person I'd ever met, and that's saying something. So, I join their organization, the Wild Rose, and after the party's ruined by a shadow monster guy called Oni we all manage to escape and get back to the base in Detroit. The two of them got weird powers from the Oni guy, too, but that's not important. But this is where we get to the important stuff." "At this point you might have guessed, but the two ladies I've been talking about are the same Anastasia... Khan and Valarie Tempest as those in that debate hall in Africa. So, here I am, watching on live from back home as the cameras cut to black and a statement's released that the two were terrorist suicide bombers in the name of Oni. Absolute bullshit. They wouldn't. And they didn't. And that's why I quit the life of crime and went here." There it was. All his cards on the table. He'd only gotten a little emotional at the end, his voice shaking a bit as he talked about Ayano and Val, but he stayed composed and on guard. "And that's also why right now you're going to tell me who did it." Technique
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| Justice | Apr 1 2018, 07:34 PM Post #14 |
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....Had he really done that? He had so boldly and brazenly flown into Kaneda's palms, turning his entire body into flames, and now was inside of him. It had definitely thrown him off guard, but he would entertain him. Cursing under his breath, Kaneda kept his fists closed as he mentioned he would blow up his arms if he tried to blow him out of there. Forcing back his own chuckle, he hadn't had a chance to show Hiroaki his new ability. He had obtained the uncanny power to turn any material he absorbed, as long as it was non-organic, to dust. If his whole body was fire, then would it work? He wondered. He also eyed the ocean merely a few steps away from him. He supposed there was also nothing stopping him from also absorbing water and drowning him, but he didn't want to kill the kid. So for now, he would listen. And listen he did. Hiroaki felt the need to him his entire life story every since their last meeting. He was surprised that it was because of the noodle shop incident that he had fled the country, meaning if Kaneda hadn't interfered and tried to stop him, then Hiroaki would probably be in Japan still, burning down small businesses. "I see." Kaneda would say, eyeing the ocean. He was making no effort to try and expel Hiroaki, and figured the boy wouldn't be able to see outside of his arms. Kaneda's flaming fists still burned brilliantly, Kaneda looking at them. "So, Oni can give powers. That changes my perception of it." He would mutter. He hadn't been counting on this unexpected information about Oni, but could gladly use it. Anything he could get his hands on about the thing was a gift. "And so if they had been marked by Oni, that's why..." He would mutter, trailing off. Walking knee deep into the water. "Thanks for the information, Hiroaki. I'm going to expel you now, back towards the beach. You see, since we last met, I gained a new ability. It allows me to compress whatever material I've absorbed to such an absurd amount, that it either disperses or becomes dust." He kept his palms closed, aiming his left one towards the beach. "So if you want to know what happened to your friends, I'd suggest leaving my arms. Otherwise, it might get gruesome." He would flex both of his arms, causing his veins to bulge out, his knuckles crack, and the outward flames disperse, giving Hiroaki a taste of the compression. He wouldn't activate it wholly, as he had when he demonstrated it to Eve. Assuming Hiroaki would agree, Kaneda would aim his arm towards the beach and expel the flame towards a safe spot while maintaining his position knee deep in water. If Hiroaki refused, Kaneda would increase the compression to it's limit while submerging both of his arms in water. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| GhostPants | Apr 5 2018, 10:29 PM Post #15 |
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"Cold-hearted bastard..." Hiroaki muttered out the insult as he finished his tale, quite annoyed. "That's the whole goddamn sob story from beginning to end, and you barely even react!" Two dots of bright, strangely motionless fire appeared on the top of Kaneda's right hand, acting as eyes for the sentient fire within. "All I want is- wait why are you going over there?" The kid's decision to step into the water was reasonably clever, but the burning pyro figured he could still just jump off of him and get back safely. Though, the prospect of being crushed into oblivion was a bit scary. He wasn't exactly sure how that would work, not exactly being too tangible, but maybe don't gamble too much if you don't have an easy way out. He didn't feel like accidentally dying, especially here. If he was ever going out he'd be going in a blaze of glory, almost certainly in a literal way. So, he complied with Kaneda. "Fine, fine, just hurry it up. I could've still totally blown you up if I felt like it," he said just before blasting back to the shore. The fire composing his body formed into something more humanoid, though not yet returning to his usual, more fleshy form because of his clear lack of clothing. Like he said, it's hard to get stuff around here, and clothing is stuff. "Well, it's great that you learned something about Oni, but can you just hurry up and tell me what went down already? This is starting to get annoying." He just wanted to get some closure, and move on with his life. Maybe take revenge at some point, but that was still off in the future. He just wanted to know if he was right, especially after finding himself a trail of breadcrumbs like Kaneda. Edited by GhostPants, Apr 5 2018, 10:29 PM.
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