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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Pride of the Quincy [Akia vs Nozomi][Private]   Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:21 am





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There is a theorem that humans are programmed to reject perfection.

This makes logical sense, of course. It oftentimes seems as if humans entirely, or at least prominently, define their very existence through the misery they feel. They use their pain existentially, as a justification for a practiced and sentient apathy. A human will blame anyone but themselves for the tragedies and cruelties of the reality they are so doomed to live in. This is because the second they blame themselves, they are forced to accept that they are flawed, and that they are only prevented from attaining perfection because they refuse to see the truth.

Nowhere on Earth is there a better example of this folly than in the barren expanse of debris, rubble, and frosted terrain commonly referred to as "the wasteland".

It was, of course, inevitable for this to come to pass.

Gleaming cities with buildings reaching skyward, as if to touch the very clouds, or even the heavens themselves.. Vast expanses of villages, farmland, factories, and et cetera.. Shining and gleaming examples of how humanity and nature can coexist.. These areas were a brilliant reminder of human potential, and of progress.

It was only natural that it would all be decimated.

There was nothing left now but... scarred earth, rubble, and endless snow. A horrible and twisted remnant of a by-gone era of reconstruction... It was, at once, tragic and.. amusing. Perfection was nearly achieved... but the human beings rejected it. Perhaps there was more weight to that theorem than was credited?

Wastelands.

It was all Akia had ever known. Endless expanses of.... nothing.

Of course, it wasn't always the same KIND of wasteland. There were sweeping, blistering deserts. There were ruined cities that stretched for miles, nothing but rubble or radiation. There were empty and devoid forests, all trees in sight uprooted and nowhere to be seen. There was a part of her that knew these wastelands were what she was destined for. This sort of thing was the price for one who had, in essence, been forced to sell their very soul simply to get here today.

Unlike many of the Quincy that had been rising to power as of recent, Akia was extremely young. The amount of power she had inside of her, one might expect of an elder in the quincy arts. Or, rather, one who had spent several lifetimes training. However, one would find no such age or honed discipline within Akia Hisashi. She was only nineteen years old, a fact that was hardly believable to anyone who had seen her in combat.

Including, of course, the leader of the Vandenreich, the organization that she now belonged to. It was an interesting coincidence, the fact that a Quincy organization stood to defend their own. On one hand, Akia felt grateful for its existence. It was awesome, the kind of unity and sense of accomplishment one could feel when knowing that they were part of a group that was striving... fighting for something more. On the other hand though.. Akia resented them. Not because of their goals, or motivations, but because that they had chosen now to appear, instead of a time when they could've really made a difference in HER life.

But such thoughts were selfish, and to dwell on them was immature. It would be un-befitting of her position if she were to express such immature notions aloud. Besides, she had to prove to those around her that she was worthy of her power and rank, and her age was already enough for most to cock an eyebrow and question her.

And prove it she would. Even if, for the moment, all it meant was more wastelands.

This one, at least, was more bearable than most. It was frigid, yes. It was just as desolate as any other. However, Akia prefered the cold, and it was a welcome change to see a landscape that was destroyed because of external forces, and not her own strength.

These were the thoughts coursing through the mind of the one known as Akia Hisashi as she passed idly through the deserted landscape. While it was ruinous and almost completely overrun with snow, it made for a good place to drift if one was looking to be the only living thing within a hundred miles. The lazy, blistering wind tossed Akia's white hair about her face, whipping it occasionally against her until she resigned to just tying it back in a ponytail as she wandered.

Today though.. Something was.. off. Something was.. different.

There was a strange calm over the snow today.

Akia visited this place often. She had been told to avoid this place. She was told it was dangerous. She was told that there was nothing worth seeing here.

Akia disagreed.

Usually, this place was a blizzard-laden frozen hell. It was absolutely no place for a human. The odds of surviving in the frostbitten weather that surrounded this location were damn near zero.

Maybe that's what Akia liked so much about it.

But today was different. Today, there was an odd and eerie peace surrounding this land. On any other day, there would be only the howling wind and blinding snow to keep Akia company. And yet.. there was a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure. The snow stopped on that day, as if for a quick survey of what had been achieved thus far; the rare days of sunshine seemed to serve much the same purpose—the flurries died down and the sun’s direct glare attempted to melt the luscious, pure surface of drifted new snow. It was a fairy-tale world, child-like and funny. Boughs of trees adorned with thick pillows, so fluffy someone must have plumped them up; the ground a series of humps and mounds, beneath which slinking underbrush or outcrops of rock lay hidden; a landscape of crouching, cowering gnomes in droll disguises—it was comic to behold, straight out of a book of fairy tales. But if there was something roguish and fantastic about the immediate vicinity through which you laboriously made your way, the towering statues of snow-clad warriors, gazing down from the distance, awakened in her feelings of the sublime and holy.

Akia gently ran a hand through her hair as she hobbled forward slowly. While no one she had seen recently knew who she was, those who had heard of her would identify her instantly for what she was: A Quincy. And a member of the Vandenreich, at that. Not from appearance, though hers was certainly distinctive. No. One who had met her could tell that she was coming from quite a distance away, if one simply listened. The silence of any given day was periodically broken by the "clack" or "thud" of Akia's cane connecting with the ground onto various surfaces. It was quite a hindrance when one was trying to be sneaky, but it was necessary. Unlike some, Akia didn't use her cane for a cosmetic appeal. Akia [i]needed hers. Desperately. Her leg was useless. The muscle of it twisted, ripped, and essentially shredded. The cause behind this was not one she shared regularly, or openly, with anyone.

Anyone who heard that Akia was primarily a bodyguard might find the notion laughable at best. Even beyond the messed up leg, Akia was frail, her shaky stance and white-washed hair evidence of a completely worn out and practically useless form. To anyone who might view her, she would probably seem like easy pickings. Although anyone with a brain would know not to judge a book by its cover, and this rule goes doubly so for Akia. Cripple or not, she had some pretty vicious tricks up her sleeve.

Akia had been waiting here all day. She had to think. To process. She needed this time to herself. usually it was relaxing but there was something so carnally not right about today. She had assumed it was because of the loss of the snow, but at sunset the clouds gathered again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer.

Akia slowly lowered herself to the ground, resigning herself to a cross-legged sitting position, laying her cane across her lap as she looked around this new, odd torrent of snow.

This was an omen, that much was obvious

The question was

What was it heralding?




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I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.


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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Pride of the Quincy [Akia vs Nozomi][Private]   Thu Jul 24, 2014 8:00 pm





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"Boom"

The sound reverberated through the air, the ground, and the very core of Akia's being as the world around her seemed to shake and tremble. The quincy's eyes widened as she grabbed her cane quickly, arms flailing momentarily before she jabbed the dull end of her cane into the snow, using it for support as she rode out the shockwave.

Well that was.. interesting.

''If the people of the Vandenreich wish to meditate alone in numbing cold, they can go down to Antarctica and walk really far from their base. Now if it isn't clear yet... you are not welcome here.''

That.. was also interesting.

Akia stood. Slowly, at first, but with growing confidence as she re-found her footing, leaning on her cane as she turned slowly, looking at the one who had disturbed her so readily. Her eyebrow raised a bit as she looked over the girl. Interesting, to say the least. Her outfit seemed to defy what should be possible in the world of fashion, but Akia didn't pretend to know anything about that, anyway. It just seemed weird.

What was weirder, though, was Akia's seeming inability to read this girl. She usually was pretty decent as discerning someone's intentions, or at least their mood, but this.. whoever she was.. wasn't going to make that easy. There was obviously some malicious undertone, of course. That statement that had just been spat at her was proof of that, if nothing else. Even that, though, wasn't a typical threat. First off, was that.. Russian? Second, how did this girl know she was in the Vandenreich? Was it that obvious? Akia looked down at herself briefly. She wore no defining clothes to that end. She had no symbols on her body, no team shirt or uniform. She just had jeans and a white t-shirt. It was that simple. Weird enough for this weather, sure, but not enough to give away her allegiances. So.. how?

Akia reached her free hand up, leaning on her cane as she took the cross-shaped necklace laying on her chest between her index finger and thumb, gently rubbing it as she hobbled forward briefly, closing a bit of distance before clearing her throat and speaking the very same Russian, although her own voice was far less confident. Akia spoke quietly, nervously, as if trying not to say anything that could offend those around her at all times. She bit her lip a bit as she wobbled a bit where she stood.

"I don't know how you know who I work for, but I assure you that I am not here on their business. I am here on my own. I came to rest, and to focus. I come here quite often, and it's never been a problem in the past.."

The white-haired quincy sighed, releasing her necklace as she took hold of the snake-head-shaped top of her cane with both hands, slamming it down into the snow in front of her as she made a point of holding her ground. Akia tried to glare, although, with how weak and wobbly she was, it looked more like she had to sneeze more than anything.

"I really, really don't want to engage with you in any type of conflict, but I am prepared to fight if I must. Please, just leave me be. I don't want any trouble, and I have no idea who you are or what you have against me or against the Vandenreich. To be frank, I couldn't care less, I just would like my meditative time away from my group to be unaffected.. So, please, don't make me do anything that I'm going to regret.."




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I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.


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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Pride of the Quincy [Akia vs Nozomi][Private]   Fri Jul 25, 2014 12:20 am





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Akia's violet eyes were as focused as they possible could be at the moment.

To be honest, she was terrified.

To be honest, she had no idea who this was she was suddenly at odds with.

Her heart was thudding like a jackhammer in her chest as she sighed softly to herself. This really wasn't going to go well, was it? She mentally kicked herself. She came here to meditate, did she not? To think, not to act. She hadn't wanted to take any action in this time, and she most certainly hadn't wanted to represent her organization in such a manner. Was she truly the intruder here? It would appear so, and yet.. Akia couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something more to all this. Something was going exceedingly wrong with what was supposed to be a routine, even mundane bit of relaxation.

It was more than obvious, at this point, that this woman didn't want Akia here. Regardless of whether or not Akia liked this fact, she would have to accept it. She couldn't stay, and she couldn't leave, so the only feasible option was the one she wanted the least to take. She had to fight for her right to be here...

Fine.

Akia sighed softly, her eyes closing for but a moment before reopening slowly, the timid girl lying within all but gone. Her arms and legs stopped shaking. Her lean on the cane became less pronounced. Her resolve was clear in her stance. Akia Hisashi was many things.. But a push-over.. was not one of them. If she had to stand on her own two feet and fight, no matter how mangled one of them may be, fine. She would do that, and more, if it meant preserving her dignity above all else. She wasn't some target to be practiced on. She was a Quincy. And a damn proud one, at that.

''You speak Russian but do you not understand it? If the people of the Vandenreich wish to meditate alone in numbing cold, they can go down to Antarctica and walk really far from their base... Test me and see if I'm negotiating this with you, oi?"

Akia's eyes narrowed as she watched the girl closely. That tone.. despite the malicious bite of the words, this girl had one of the most evenly-tempered tones that Akia had ever heard. The action that followed.. accented this, if anything. Akia's composure faltered, only for a second as she watched the energy form. Was that... Was that a cero? Or a technique that looked like one, at the very least... Akia watched the energy as it grew, taking on the solid shape that her opponent had formed it into. Interesting.. She had never seen a cero so.. docile. It was an impressive tactic to be sure.. But it wasn't as threatening as Akia believed it was intended to be. Maybe.. Akia would have to push a little before she found any give, with this one.. It seemed as if this was going to be a challenge after all.

''You go back home now, tell your allies and tell your leader that the Vandenreich are not welcome in Russia.''

Akia breathed out, looking down at her cane for a moment before her gaze turned back up toward Nozomi. In one, fluid motion, Akia released the staff. Her right hand swiftly slipped into her pocket, pulling out a small switchblade roughly the size of her index finger. It was decorative, for a knife, with the bottom sticking out in two protrusions at equal places on either side. One could say it almost resembled a wooden cross, even. Akia flicked her wrist, the knife extending out from its cocoon as her left hand fell at her side. All of this was complete before her cane even hit the ground.

"The problem is... I have no intention of doing that, miss.." Akia started, an almost pained edge to her voice as she rotated the switchblade in her right hand idly, the pain in her left leg seemingly forgone for the moment, although she heavily favored her right leg in a leaning-position for her current stance. "I have as much a right to be here as you do. I do not plan on returning, nor do I have any desire to obey your command. If you expect any member of our organization to turn tail and flee like a frightened dog, then you have promptly chosen the wrong member. And, in lieu of that. I shall inform you to the contrary." She stood straight, her chest out with a pride that could only be seen as all-encompassing, if not entirely hubris, where her allegiances were concerned. She lifted slowly from the earth, levitating only a few inches off of the ground, a platform of her own reiatsu keeping her afloat. It wasn't much in the way of convenient, but it most certainly took the pressure off of her injured leg. She looked dead into the cold gaze of the woman, jabbing the thumb of her free hand against her chest as she did so. "I am Akia Hisashi. Member of the Vandenreich, Loyalist of Hulderic, Chaotic Wildcard of the Quincy, and prompt kicker of your ass." She finished with a smirk before her left hand flew up, drawing an inverted triangle in the air, a yellow spark following her fingers before the three points of the triangle solidified into spiritual energy.

"Bakudo Number Thirty... Shitotsu Sansen!" She cried out as the three points launched at Nozomi with a vengeance. This bakudo was meant for restraint, typically, but even if it did manage to actually hit the other woman, Akia doubted it would've held her for long. Instead, it was used this time for, more than anything, a distraction. The question was, really, which would be more of a distraction? The kido now hurtling toward her opponent, or the fact that it had been a quincy who had just used said kido? Akia internally grimaced. She could almost hear the smug self-satisfaction of her ziamichi spirit piercing her thoughts as she had formulated the spell. For every good, there was a bad. And for every technique, there was an annoying teacher rubbing the fact that you owe them for it in your face. With a small puff of air from a quick steps technique, Akia disappeared from sight behind the oncoming kido, re-appearing about ten yards behind Nozomi. Akia flicked her right hand again as the switchblade glowed and dissipated rapidly into a bright pink spiritual energy, swirling around her person before re-forming as a pair of white gloves on Akia's hands. With nary a tell or a defining movement, she would be gone once again, her Hirenkyaku once again at work as she transferred to Nozomi's right side, launching herself forward like a bullet out of a gun as she dashed directly for the woman. She raised her hands, pulling one back as if she were about to formulate a bow, a predictable move for a quincy, to be sure. However, Akia was anything but, and right as her right hand pulled back about halfway down the length of her left arm, she threw her right arm to the side in a vaguely rhythmic motion, smirking as a small vortex would form behind Nozomi, glowing for but a moment before successively launching roughly fifteen-hundred arrows point-blank at the other girl's back. Such was the nature of Akia's quincy cross. Most people would have thought that it would be the cross around her neck, but that was a deceit, much like everything else about Akia's outward appearance. Her spirit weapon did not make a weapon for firing arrows. It created the essence of the arrows themselves. And it was hers to control. After this, Akia's Hirenkyaku carried her once more, her new location being roughly ten meters forward and ten meters skyward from Nozomi's position after her onslaught.

"I will not be persuaded, miss. If you want to move me, you're going to have to kill me."





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I lust for everything about you.


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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Pride of the Quincy [Akia vs Nozomi][Private]   Sun Jul 27, 2014 1:44 am