[2:51 PM] Psychic Loser: ===Begin Self-RP===
Even now as Akira returned to base, something felt off. He hadn't been able to properly apologize for his actions. Also, his head became filled with even more questions.
What is this arm? What did Kotori have in mind for him? Was Kotori lying about his arm, that it couldn't cast magic?
He sat outside of the fort stables pondering to himself.
"So, what is your purpose?" he asked himself, holding out his left arm. Rotating his arm palm side up, he wondered if he could find a way to cast magic again. Was it his anger that triggered the flames or was it the arm? "This is pointless." he said sighing as he placed his hand on the ground.
Not having been able to properly mourn at the remains of his home, he began to think back to the time he had met Miki.
As he did so, his arm, decorated with unknown runes, began to illuminate a pale blue. He felt a resonating rumbling from inside, forcing him to spring to life. As the intensity of light from his arm became stronger so too did the rumbling. He tried as best as he could to get back to the main fort but, his pain was to strong. He collapsed to the ground as his consciousness slipped away.
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[3:01 PM] Psychic Loser: The sun beat down on Akira as he traveled down the path, a horse in tow behind him.
"Come on Asuka. Just a little bit farther." Akira thought back to how much he had grown to love this mount. He truly did regret the fact that he had to sell him. Selling a horse always had seemed to him like saying goodbye to your child. However, Akira could barely afford to feed himself. So he decided today to finally say goodbye to an old friend. "The next village is just a few more kilometers away."
[3:09 PM] Psychic Loser: After a few more hours, him and his horse had arrived at the main gate of the little town.
"Goodbye, Asuka." he spoke to the horse. "You always were somebody I could count on."
As he began to walk through the gate, Akira noticed the marching of soldiers from behind him.(edited)
[3:23 PM] Psychic Loser: Just great. It's the nobles' lapdogs. Akira did his best to ignore them and asked some of the people still out and about if they wanted to buy his dear friend. Suddenly he heard a voice call out to him.
"Filthy commoner! Out of our way." Akira turned around, greeted by a group of five Khlinese soldiers. The ones he had attempted to avoid.
"I'm just looking to sell a horse." Akira responded, careful to hide the disdain in his voice.
"The actions of commoners do not concern the nobility!" Akira was met with a kick to gut that made him crumble to the dirt.(edited)
[3:25 PM] Psychic Loser: The soldiers then proceeded to gang around him. Each one taking their turns at kicking the man.(edited)
[4:25 PM] Psychic Loser: Each hit was solid and unforgiving as they beat Akira into the ground. The soldiers had stopped for a brief moment, allowing Akira to find his way back up. Asuka had been scared by the fighting and had ran off. Thus, Akira was left with no profit to make.
Enraged, Akira spat on one of the soldiers. In response he was met with the armored punch to the ribs. As he fell back to the ground, the soldiers had lost interest.
"Know your place." one of them said before walking off.
Bloodied and beaten Akira lied down on the ground. Once the soldiers were far away enough, the townspeople had returned to the square.(edited)
[4:38 PM] Psychic Loser: A woman with red hair and an older man, possibly her father, had appeared to help Akira.
"Gods. Is he alright father?" The woman had asked the old man. She gently touched the welts around his face and touched his ribs. Akira jumped in pain. He had definitely broke something.
"He seems fine. Although we would have to check his wounds to be sure." The man responded. "Lets bring this man to our shop, Miki. He needs the care."
"Yes, father." The red-headed woman nodded.
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[4:46 PM] Psychic Loser: Slowly, Akira faded back to reality. His left arm with its blue runes etched into his skin had turned a charred black. His fingers resembled claws. He attempted to get a closer look. However, as soon as he did his arm returned to normal with a burst of blue-colored runes and a sound reminiscent of shattering glass.
[4:50 PM] Psychic Loser: "How in the gods...." Akira trailed off. There was no time for questions. Soon the sun would be rising and the rebel forces would begin their next attack. Picking himself of the ground, Akira clenched his fist and returned to the fort.
[4:50 PM] Psychic Loser: ===End RP===
[4:00 PM] Psychic Loser: ===Start Flashback Self-RP===
[4:24 PM] Psychic Loser: Akira woke with a start. Where was he? Sprawled out before him was a standard empty room. The walls were a barren, stark white. Picking himself up, he let out a sharp sigh not quite able to get up all the way.
That's right. He got a beating from several soldiers.
"But, where am I?" He pondered. Seemingly in response to his question, a young woman with red hair and ocean-blue eyes walked into the empty room. She put on a warm, welcoming smile.
"Your awake. That's good." She had been carrying a plate of food which she placed next to the man. "Me and father wondered if you'd ever wake up."
[4:41 PM] Psychic Loser: "Where am I and who are you?"
"I'm Miki. You're in the back room of me and my father's shop. He's an apothecary."
Akira looked down at himself. His chest was wrapped in bandages. That would explain the pain. He broke a rib. "Can you help me up?" Miki nodded and helped Akira up to his feet. "Thank you."
[4:50 PM] Psychic Loser: "What for?" the woman asked.
"Helping me." Akira said feeling up his bandages. The woman slapped Akira's hands away from his chest.
"Don't do that! They won't heal right."
Akira nodded. "I see."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Clearly, you don't. You have a broken rib."
[4:53 PM] Psychic Loser: Akira nodded, letting his arms fall down to his side.
"Good." Miki nodded. "My father would like to speak with you when you're ready."
[5:22 PM] Psychic Loser: Then Miki walked out, allowing Akira to eat and properly prep himself for the day. Once he was ready, he walked out ready to properly greet the people that showed him hospitality. Both Miki and an older man met him in the main room. The older man turned to greet him.
"Afternoon. Hello, I am Ryo." He gestured to Miki. "This is my daughter, Miki."
Akira nodded. "I am Akira. Thank you for treating my wounds."
[5:44 PM] Psychic Loser: Akira searched through his clothes. "How much do I owe you both?"
The man shook his head. "No pay required." Miki looked down at her feet.
"I appreciate it but, why?" Akira asked.
Miki spoke up. "We're just doing the best we can to help people. Those people don't care about anyone else but themselves."
[5:49 PM] Psychic Loser: "Miki! Keep you're voice down!" Her father snapped back. "What if someone heard you?" Miki crossed her arms. And began speaking in a lower tone.
"So, what if they take me? At least I'd see Mother again."
[6:59 PM] Psychic Loser: Akira backed-up. "Is this a bad time?"
[7:44 PM] Psychic Loser: Ryo stood up. "Miki, you're a young lady! I don't want you caught up in that rebel nonsense!" Miki's ocean-blue eyes reflected a storm of rage.
"Nonsense! How could you say that after they stole Mother! They took her away and now she's never coming back!" She stormed off, leaving Akira alone with Ryo. Akira turned to Ryo, expecting an explanation.
"Well?"
Ryo sighed and sipped some tea. "You'll have to forgive Miki. She isn't usually prone to outburst like that."
"Really? It seems to me this happens often."
"My wife, Tae and I used to help rebels in need of medical care that came to our town. I'll never forget they day it happened. Several resistance fighters wandered into town. They were badly injured. We had gotten information that soldiers would make a quick patrol around here so, it was either help them or get caught. I kept my distance. Tae..."
Akira finished the man's thought. "Was taken away because she was caught."
"Miki was younger at the time. She blames me for her mother's capture."
[8:05 PM] Psychic Loser: "I doubt I'll be much help but, I could bring her back here for you."
The old man nodded. "That would be much appreciated. I'm getting too old to be chasing after her these days."
Akira followed the path Miki took into the forest. It wasn't too long until he found her looking over a cliff. Her figure was turned into a silhouette against the brightness of the setting sun. As Akira approached, he noticed that the woman had been crying, as her muffled sobs could still be heard.
Her sobs were interrupted by Akira winching from a sudden spike of pain in his chest and stepping on a twig. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" she asked in a strained voice.
[8:10 PM] Psychic Loser: "I just wanted to help you." Akira replied back. "I know how hard it can be living here."
[8:12 PM] Psychic Loser: "How would you know what it's like loosing someone close to you?" she asked.
[8:15 PM] Psychic Loser: Akira sighed. "You're right I don't know. But, you can't live in the past."
[8:19 PM] Psychic Loser: He took a step closer to her. "You need to keep moving on. Make sure your losses weren't for nothing."
[8:30 PM] Psychic Loser: The two stood in silence for a moment. Then Miki responded.
"But, what about Father? He refused to save my mother!"
"And he has his regrets. Nobody can just turn off their emotions to a decision like that. I still regret deciding to sell animals I've grown so closes to. Choices that affect who you care about are never easy. Also, just think. He couldn't leave his whole family behind. He pressed on forward so he could raise you."
[8:52 PM] Psychic Loser: Miki broke down into more sobbing. Akira stood still, letting her have her moment as she braced herself against him. This was something. Something certainly uncomfortable. Yet, Akira didn't speak until her sobbing died down.
"Do you feel any better?" he asked.
"You shouldn't be moving around too much with that broken rib of yours." she responded, wiping away a few tears.
Akira simply let out a sigh. "How much longer till it heals?"
"I don't think you'll like the answer."
[8:52 PM] Psychic Loser: ===End Self-RP===
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