It All Starts Here [Mia | Saga] Feb 1, 2020 15:03:38 GMT -4
Post by Taka Yasashi on Feb 1, 2020 15:03:38 GMT -4
The sky was eerily blue, a brilliant crispness that stretched as far as the eye could see broken only by the scraping talons of the few small buildings that were spread throughout Ground Alpha. None of them obscured his vision, though, as he sat atop the highest one he could find, staring up into the vastness of it all. He wore a simple tracksuit, a little UA logo emblazoned on his thigh and right breast. Tennis shoes were fitted even for his enormous size. He pulled his knees up to his chest, resting one arm across them while the other kept him propped up, fingers splayed against the concrete roof. Something hard teased against his fingers, he knew what it was, but he didn't look at it.
A mask. The front portion of a skull fashioned into a plate-like mask. Large enough to even fit over his own face. Sand had blasted the material until it was as smooth as porcelain and small cracks ran up to the eye sockets giving it an almost tearful look. Sunaho. That was her name. Sunaho. She'd been the one who'd left him for dead that day. She'd crushed him without mercy and ... let him live. Why? He frowned and closed his eyes, his muscles tensing, the sound of rattling bones began to ripple through the air around him and a form pressed against his body. The skeletal dog, one he'd made, an extension of his will, pressed in and relaxed like a real dog. It didn't have a mind or a soul, it wasn't real, and it only made him miss Kuro.
But it would do for now.
He placed a hand on the dogs head, running a thumb along its crown while he thought. What was he going to do? What was he going to become? He picked up the mask and looked at it, peering through the eye sockets at the sky beyond. Apparently, his eyes glowed an eerie blue when he used his quirk. He wondered if his face would look like this when he wore the mask. If he wore the mask. He rolled his jaw and turned it around, staring at the smooth surface on the back and placed it on his face. Nothing happened of course, but he could feel the cold surface on his skin while he leaned back until he lay prone on the building.
He took a deep breath and let out a low drone, not a whistle, more of a 'dooooooo' sound from his diaphragm. It came out odd, resonating, like the groan of something dead. He rolled his jaw again and let out a sigh. That was something new he was beginning to notice, like the flames that kept catching on his skin. He didn't have any control over it yet, nor did he know what it did, but it was something to keep an eye on. Eye. He chuckled and at up, stretching his arms. The dog scampered away, running in circles around his feet. He'd been practicing subconscious routines to make the dog seem realistic; it worked well enough to put most minds at ease despite the construct's odd appearance.
He walked over to the edge and stepped over the side, a flat plate of bone shot out from the side of the building. Another shot out to his left, a foot lower. Then another and another. Yasashi obliviously descended the side of the building, his hands shoved into his pockets, while his mind was in another place. A frown creasing his usually jovial features. He wasn't afraid of his quirk anymore. But now he needed to learn it, to master it, and to let it grow as part of him. He wasn't getting anywhere though. He knew he needed to work on making weapons like Tetsuko-sempai had suggested and he needed to capture a stronger look than the damn-near sentai armor he was wearing these days.
He frowned and looked at his hand as he alighted on the ground, a line of bone stairs behind him. A small blue flame flickered on his fingertip.
"What are you?" He asked.
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