What's Yours is Mine (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira wasn't exactly at a lack for confidence. He felt a little more powerful each day. It was part of the reason that he didn't just linger at the hospital for kicks. No, instead he went further into the circle for the sake of expanding his awareness, strengthening himself, and, of course, seeking out a little bit more of the truth. He was slightly worried about perhaps being in over his head. Wouldn't have been the first time. At the same time, he knew that he'd need to progress further. Go further, see more. At the risk of life and limb, that was his responsibility- to protect his sister from going out into that mess, to protect the students at the school, to protect the remainder of the city as a whole.

. . . why was a crossdressing pervert so concerned with others? It was just the way he was. He enjoyed helping others, even if they weren't aware of it. Even if he gained nothing from it. Might've been another fetish of his.

He traveled light. Stockings and skirt served to hide his unmentionables. He were an exceedingly comfortable piece of a armor- a form fitting vest that was designed similar to military kevlar- over a blouse, but under his hoodie. His evoker was within his hooide. His oversized sword-scissors were over his shoulder. He had everything he needed, he imagined. That was why, aside from a moment to stop and observe the entrance, he did not hesitate to enter the abandoned mines. He did sigh, though, before pressing on into the shadows.

Whatever the case, he needed to get stronger. Best way would be to push himself. Hopefully, he wouldn't end up dead in the process. Too many things he'd be leaving unfinished, he decided.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

An enemy Shadow appeared!

Special Shadow

• Megido
• Spirit Drain
• Bufula
• Agilao

Absorb: Repel: Null: Ice, Fire Rs: Wk: Slash, Elec

[Akira Nakajima]

As the boy proceeded into the mines, he found himself face to face with an especially special-looking Shadow, as if it had been specially prepared to wait for him. Well, that was great, and all. Especially since it had not started attacking. It sparkled, suggesting that something was exceedingly wrong about it. He remembered reading about some super-vampire-sex novels that had sparkly entities, as well. Well, that was all well and good, but this thing was far too. . . “special” looking to be on his itinerary. So, to make the world a better, and safer, place, he readied his scissors.

He charged in and whirled. Diagonally up to the left, straight left, and then diagonally down to the left, he slashed at the estranged Shadow. The blows caused the Shadow's shape to quiver and shake. Had he found an opponent that was actually weak to his scissors? Wonderful. The Shadow responded with a burst of fire. It was pretty powerful, yeah, but he resisted it. Though the burst singed his clothes a bit, he did not lose his footing. Instead, he slashed at the Shadow, diagonally up and to the left, then down and to the left, whirling between slashes. The air grew cold. Something with ice was coming. He dove to the side as the space became hyper-chilled, ice spreading out of the air itself. That would have been bad.

Circling around the Shadow, he danced, slashing sideways, then putting both hands together and putting his upper body into a fierce downward swing as he reached the Shadow's “rear”. It didn't seem that positioning mattered, though. No, something terrible was about to be fired--- . . . or not. It seemed like the strange Shadow was out of juice. That was odd. Blinking, he opened the scissors wide. Then he ended it, chopping the upper half from the bottom half. For good measure, he continue snipping and chopping the remains until they dissolved.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!

It also dropped an item: Accessory: Slash Boost

[Akira Nakajima]

Frankly, Akira was pleased that the battle was over. He was also pleased that it was as simple as it had been. So he was effectively doubly pleased by that point. But, better yet, he just found a special item. Holding it, he felt as though his scissors had become empowered. That was pretty neat. He was pleased with that. So, the battle was over, it ended fairly easily, and he had a very nice reward. Frankly? That was triple the pleasure, and entirely amazing. He felt good. Screw the earlier caution. It was time to just plow on through whatever was ahead.