Akira "chaotic extra" Kurusu [Jᴏᴋᴇʀ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purrtagonist) wrote2017-06-11 09:46 pm
purrtagonist) wrote2017-06-11 09:46 pm
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TELEPATHY
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Akira doesn't have a bird with which to exchange written messages! But you can send him one anyway and he'll just. . . use your bird to reply. . . probably.
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. . .
You remember that dream, then. Don't you?
[it's the only thing he can think of that would have made this guy share something so intimately personal with him. and despite the faint pangs of his past loneliness (that are quickly beginning to fade), he also finds himself feeling. . . grateful]
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Or, so a person from Akira's era would say. Shin-Ah merely levels his gaze, mask and all, with the young man's and offers a quiet nod in reply. He did remember... and he hadn't wanted to intrude.]
...You seemed sad there.
[Shin-Ah finally said at length, recalling the literal bars that kept him bound in that cell. In many ways, that cavern was worse than the one Shin-Ah escaped from.
After all, the chains that had bound Shin-Ah weren't literal at all. They were merely in his own mind.]
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[the light laugh escapes Akira's lips before he can stop it. he dips his head, eyes slipping shut, and a wry smile curls up the corners of his mouth]
I was never sad. [hhhesitates. this, again, is so intensely personal to him he just doesn't even know where to begin] Angry? Yeah. Lonely? Just a little bit.
[he looks up again, this time lifting a hand to reach for the sky, like he's trying to pluck a star and bring it down to Earth]
But if you remember the dream, then you remember that's now how things are for me anymore.
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You walked.
[It was a mess of affairs that he didn't understand and didn't want to pry into, but the gist of it was that Akira walked-- and Akira didn't walk alone. Shin-Ah watched the young man in curiosity, wondering for a moment if he really could pluck a star from the unending sky...
Perhaps not Akira himself, he realized. Perhaps that masked figure who had stood in Akira's place for a few moments in that dream.]
Um... [He began, tearing his gaze away in favor of the sky once more as he searched for the proper words to say.] In that place. You had a mask... why?
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Yeah. I did.
[he brings his hand down and tugs at his bangs]
The mask is a part of me. [gosh, how does he even explain it] A physical manifestation of my. . . soul. A physical manifestation of every Persona I wear when facing the world.
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...Persona?
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[he uses the terminology in the more typical way it's known, as a foundation. so Shin-Ah can at least get an idea of the symbolism behind the mask in the first place]
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'Every' is more than one.
[He intoned quietly, although he could see some reason for it. After all, the person he was now was drastically different from the person he was before he left the caves.
He had a name now, after all.
But... few people had to live with the duality of something 'other' coloring their life and their fate both in a literal and metaphorical sense-- to that, Shin-Ah canted his head to the side in interest.]
That's a lot.
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I have many.
[he doesn't know why, or really, how that worked in practice, but. it did, and he didn't question it. his power of the wild card is what helped him lead his team, after all]
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Borrowed space, many faces.... and, borrowed power?
[He wasn't forgetting that mask and the strange aura Akira seemed to carry while wearing it so easily. It was almost haunting to behold.]
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But I have help in making it stronger.
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[He nodded, understanding this to an extent-- and, having learned something of interactions in the months since he had entered this city, took a slow breath before continuing.]
Before I was Shin-Ah... I was 'Seiryuu,' [he confessed, not knowing if that name would have any meaning for Akira or not. Legends of dragon gods were more universal than he realized, but he had yet to make a point of studying that for himself.]
Not... for me. For the dragon who gave it's power to the one who founded the village.
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The Azure Dragon.
[he repeats, drawing on his knowledge of the legends]
. . . what do you mean? "For the dragon who gave its power to the one who founded the village?"
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[And he lifted his mask, showing Akira the golden gleam of his dragon-like eyes once more.]
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I understand.
[so Shin-Ah was Siryuu, the dragon from legend, who loaned his power to someone who founded the village in which he used to live]
Why? Did you loan that person your power?
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More words were needed, it seemed.
Taking a deep breath, Shin-Ah elaborated.]
Many, many generations ago, to protect their brother who had become human, four dragons loaned their powers to four strangers to protect that one person. They stepped aside... time passed.
When the first dragon who had become human died, the four warriors went their separate ways, to hide so their powers could not be found and fought over by others in the future.
Villages formed over more time, but the dragons and their strength was not forgotten. Every generation someone new carries the torch, until the rest of the story is told.
I am Shin-Ah, not Seiryuu. Seiryuu is the Dragon, not me.
[But sometimes, when he closes his eyes or when he uses his powers, he can hear the dragon's voice and feel the dragon's wrath. It isn't the same... but, perhaps it is similar to what Akira goes through.]
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[he nods]
It's a little similar to. . . [well]
My soul took the form of Seiryuu once.
[it was Kohryu now, and Kohryu was with him even here, in Empatheias. but he hasn't forgotten Seiryuu]
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[Have a blank, startled look, Akira. Seiryuu, in his experience, wasn't the most kindly of individuals to meet. Rather, the dragon was quite angry-- and his rage was all consuming if Shin-Ah let him have his way.]
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My power. It manifests itself as different characters from myth and legend back home. I can summon them to fight by my side.
["summon," he says, as though they're just simply summons and not creatures who are a part of his very soul]
Seiryuu just so happened to be one of those characters.
[he remembers Seiryuu. Temperance arcana, ice-based skills, and minor healing and defensive abilities]
Although Seiryuu exists with in me no longer. Now, it's Kohryu.
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He canted his head to the side at the explanation, recalling something he had observed once with another, during a task board job that had taken them monster hunting underneath the city.]
Call to your side... like Shinji?
[He hadn't connected 'Persona' and whatever it was that Shinjiro had done that day. All he knew was that it was something beyond his reckoning, and that it had worn Shinjiro out quite a bit during that job.]
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Exactly like him, actually. Only since I wear many masks, my soul can take many forms.
It's called the wild card ability.
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He had no idea what that meant-- but, that was okay. There were more important matters.]
So Seiryuu... and Kohryuu...?
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[all at different points at time. he didn't have any of them with him anymore, but they were all still there, nestled snugly in his Persona Compendium, ready for him to re-summon should he find a need]
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Hakuryuu, Ryokuryuu, and Ouryuu.
[White, Green, and Yellow, to his Blue.]
They all gave part of themselves when Hiryuu became human.
[Hiryuu, whose hair as a human was as read as the crimson flames of dawn.]
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[he shakes his head]
Just Seiryuu, then. That's the only part that overlaps.
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