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The usual day followed by the usual routine. Today was the first time in a long time that things felt so perfectly uniform. A few months back, Akiyoku's life took a turn for the... maybe better, depending on how you put it. In his perspective, it was more a time of excitement. Things escalated to fights that forced Akki to go as far as the 3rd level in some instances. Where unpredictable situations came left and right. For a moment, the boy was beginning to think himself the protagonist to a shounen manga. Oh, manga. Speaking of which.
Before taking a brief moment to recall the nostalgia of his recent past, Akki's time was occupied by a manga. He wasn't really one to find any sort of literacy entertaining, particularly due to their predictable endings. At least, to Akiyoku they were predictable. And with things being so easily foreseen, reading was a relatively boring pass-time. The few exceptions were usually books and articles with educational purpose. But those books were pretty straightforward without a plot to be predictable.
So what exactly made this specific manga different? Nothing. In reality, it was just the day. Just like seconds prior, Akki was constantly returning to the past. The comparison to his enjoyment then and his enjoyment now was so large, it prompted him to actually pick up a manga and read it. Well, figuratively speaking. Akiyoku rarely ever picked up anything without the use of his powers, and this was no exception.
So here he was, sitting on his old couch with a manga floating in midair about a foot away from his face. On the way home he stopped by a local library to rent 152 books. The one being read was the 152nd. Well, the one he was reading. Within three hours of starting Akki finished all 152 books, albeit many being fairly short and considerably easy to read (probably because around fifty of them were manga). Speed reading just so happened to be a skill produced by a high level of informational processing.
Naturally, all the books read were boring to him. And now that he finished all of them, the rut of an all-time low lethargy impacted hard. When was he ever going to return to the fast-paced life he once led? It was getting to the point where he actively missed it. At the very least, the loud and definitely unnatural sound that came from outside his humble two story house was heartening. Maybe that was the sign of something soon to happen. Hopefully.
Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Back to the Scene [CPK - PRIVATE] Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:13 pm
Liesel had finally made her way to Karakura Town. After all of these years of hearing about the city and how it held a high reputation for the inhabitants to the area and their high spiritual pressures. Not only this, but it was also a commonly hit place for spiritual deities and supers. The amounts of high energy in the area would only make those that opposed her even stronger, and lately she had been yearning for a good use of her time.
Her business thrived and the demand of her in that area was not any longer needed. So she figured she would take the roads and then the skies, and have a good time while she was at it. The roar of the engine was a deafening sound that she had missed for some while. The three-thousand cc engine providing a rumble and roar that shook a 10 block radius, the pistons churned smoothly grasping the oil working in complete harmony. Everything was perfectly calibrated and there would be no other way anyone would want such a dangerous vehicle to be. She didn't hold the ability to just quickly make her way to places without means of flight and drive. Thus, she took it upon herself to have this mean machine to be crafted to her likes and specifications by none other than Honda themselves. The Honda PX3K otherwise known as a 3000cc portable crossover bike that is able to compact into a pocket-size block as well as having an all-terrain mode and a flight mode. The bike was, without a doubt, a high end piece of machinery and was obviously worth a fortune. It was just many of the toys and devices that Liesel used on a day-to-day basis.
As she drove down residential areas people would already be waiting outside to see what the monstrosity was and to rant at her. As some people complained while she drove by she would solemnly smile to there direction before ripping down on the throttle and opening it all the way, demolishing the windows of the nearby estates and vehicles.
There was no doubt that eventually someone would try to stop her physically instead of yelling from their doorway.
The sound was familiar, but not nearly enough to know what it was. The sound was familiar--not necessarily known. For Akki who had impeccable memory, he could think with absolute certainty that he had never heard a sound like this before. Not knowing always peaked his interest. Akki didn't like not knowing, and loved the process of finding out. A bit contradictory, but this psychic wasn't one to defy his own feelings. In fact, he was very well in-tune with his feelings. So much that the impulsive desire to know what generated this odd sound already had him on the move. From the sitting on the couch within the fraction of a second Akki was already out the door. Left behind him was a trail of scattered books ridden across the floor, some likely ripped a tad from the sudden torrent of wind generated by his escape. For the time being, a library fee was of no concern.
By the time Akiyoku exited his house on the Outskirts of Karakura, the origin of the sound resonated throughout his "neighborhood" louder than ever. "Neigborhood" as in what little citizens lived nearby. The Outskirts weren't necessarily privy to inhabitants, let alone visitors aside from those passing by on the way to Karakura Central. And the source of the sound--that being some sort of vehicle--prompted Akki to believe just that. Certainly, they were intent on going towards the innards of the beast of a civilisation itself. But this little bit of assumed information was also of little concern to him. The young man was more interested in the person itself--not their destination. Well actually, moreso than the person riding was the vehicle that grasped his attention. Okay, maybe the person a little, but only for the fact that they presumably owned the vehicle.
Even with a single glance at the speed they were going, Akki could discern a few of the vehicle's qualities. First and foremost, it obviously resembled a motorcycle. That in mind, Akiyoku would henceforth internally refer to it as a motorcycle. The motorcycle seemed unique in creation, particularly due to the awkwardly distanced front wheel, way farther forward than what seemed practical. But the distance seemed to allow for a more aerodynamic slope, decreasing wind-resistance and allowing for higher--and safer--speeds. Of course, this was only speculation. What was also speculation was the person riding. Their speed and close contact with the motorcycle made it harder to discern who it was, but Akki could at least gather that they were female. This was made clear from how tight the suit seemed to be; speaking of which, the suit didn't seem too commercial either. For one, it matched the motorcycle's colours. Furthermore, the particular defined curves and edges--placed in their respective positions--hinted at an emphasis on increased aerodynamic fluidity. In theory, this was a practical solution to the safety of the rider, but to utilise it to the extent of what Akki perceived--that much made it obvious that its engineering wasn't made for a mass of people. At least, that's what he assumed--otherwise, someone out there had lost a considerable amount of money with little gained profit.
The fact that all these factors came together so well, like pieces of a puzzle, intrigued the human psychic all the more. After taking a second to process all this information he quickly chased after the motorcycle, still dressed in his usual school attire and scarf. Through the use of «Force», Akki telekinetically propelled himself with enough kinetic energy to go at around 100 miles per hour. Using «Aerokinesis», Akki split the wind before him to completely rid any air-resistance slowing him down, also preventing any damage to his body through the pressure created. Of course, small amounts were let through to allow for some breathing, but not nearly enough to create any substantial opposing forces. This act increased his speed by roughly double. As necessary, Akki increased the output of «Force» to travel even faster. As always, he feet floated about a foot off the ground--a comfortable distance to avoid touching the ground while prevent any upwind from ripping away at his legs. It was likely he would reach the motorcycle within a minute given his instant acceleration.
Assuming all went well, Akki was to be but a few feet away from the motorcycle, trailing just behind it. From this position he continued to study the mechanics. As suspected, through closer inspection he found this masterpiece heavily customised. Considering he had never seen anything like it--even in the incredibly advanced city of Karakura, he assumed the motorcycle one of a kind. While admiring the craftsmanship, Akiyoku sent a telepathic message via «Voice Imprint» to the driver, who by now was clearly female to his eyes. "Is this yours?" It might have come across as rude, but his intentions--as usual, failing to show on his apathetic poker face--were pure as ever. For Akki, who always spoke and preferred to perceive things in a literal sense, simply wanted to know if the motorcycle was purely the rider's creation or not.