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Author Topic: Tengoku no Owari SI IC: Yuki Is (Not) Fine  (Read 223611 times)

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As the twins left the room, Faith let out a long breath and sort of deflated, leaning back and slouching into her chair before leaning to the side and resting her head on Minato's shoulder. "This... oh man, this is gonna be kind of hard. Um, please be patient, Minato." She shifted slightly, scooting her chair a bit closer to him so she could lean on him and not working about falling onto the floor. "Um, look, I... don't normally like talking about the kinds of things I'm about to talk about, I really really don't, but things just keep happening that prevent me from only running away. I just can't not talk about it, because no wonder what I do it just keeps getting thrown back in my face." Faith sighed and looked down a bit, a grimly resigned look on her face, before her expression returned to just being kind of a nervous one.

"Plus, you know, you're my boyfriend and all, so... it's going to come up at some point or another. Um... yeah. I, uh." Faith breathed in, and then out. "The reason I flipped out so bad about all of the stuff at the mansion is because I got, well, I got harassed a lot in Cutler Bay, back where I'm from. I..." Faith sighed again. It was already hard to get this stuff out and she hadn't even started elaborating. "I'm... I'm big, I know that much. And I've been like this for years. And people... didn't necessarily like me very much, but they liked my chest, so... they'd stare and make all sorts of comments... or they'd say really horrible dirty things to each other about me when they knew I was listening... or, um, every so often they'd try to peep at gym, so I kinda stopped participating there... or, they'd slap my... you know."

By the time Faith finished speaking she had visibly become very glum, looking downwards with a big frown on her face. "Um... um, I don't like talking about that because it was all really horrible," if only part of her greater, horrible, awful life, "but nowadays things just... I, I get my clothes blown off, or people shove porn at me, or... or I get porn magically drawn OF me, and I just..." Her voice cracked. "I really hate it."
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Minato listened intently to the whole thing.

He figured there was something to Faith's insecurities; that she felt she wouldn't be attractive because she was an American in Japan, or that she felt like a fish out of water, both being a foreigner in a foreign land, and being someone who hadn't lived with the supernatural all her life. Minato himself had only awakened about two or three years ago, but he'd always been vaguely aware that the Kumon family wasn't an ordinary family. But this, this was something beyond what Minato had expected.

Then he heard what people were saying about Faith.

Minato's blood practically boiled as he heard exactly what people were doing to his girlfriend. Faith might have even had noticed that Minato's vague, but confident smile had been replaced with a cool, dead-serious glare, the moment she mentioned being harassed. The boy was used to fighting people like that in high school; he was a good student, and a good guy, but he'd nearly been expelled a few times for punching a guy who'd pinched the transfer student's ass in the face, or picking a fight with the girls harassing the shy girl who liked to sit alone. He'd never even spoken to the people he'd protected before, and yet their being bullied had awoken a sort of dragon in Minato, one that could only be tamed by ending the threat to the weak. And if that threat could be ended by hitting the person responsible, so much the better.

It was true, Minato knew, that he'd fantasised about Faith in ways that weren't quite innocent. She was beautiful, and Minato could hardly be blamed for wanting something more from someone he found incredibly attractive, who was his girlfriend. But he'd never act on something like that, not unless she wanted him to; the one thing Minato had done well, in service of becoming like a knight, was chivalry. The bastards who dared bully her because of her looks, therefore, were dead to Minato, and people who needed to be taught a lesson.

Yet under the boiling anger was dread. He'd cracked a few jokes, but good-naturedly. He'd told her she'd get used to it; after all, he had. After all, when the first time you'd ever been exposed to the supernatural was a superpowered monster breaking into your house, while you were taking a shower, to kill you, and the only way you could defend yourself was essentially by turning yourself into a transforming hero from a TV show, what else could surprise you? But, Minato remembered, he was a tough guy. He could take it. Faith wasn't.

The cold dread and guilt and the boiling anger and desire to get back at those who'd hurt Faith clashed in Minato's mind, and so he tries to remain calm. It was for her sake, after all; she didn't need him to think he hated her.

No, Faith didn't need the knightly avenger right now, she needed the understanding boyfriend. There wasn't anyone to lash out at, anyway. Nobody. This was something Minato didn't blame himself for, not completely; he did, however, quietly conclude that had he been there, the bullying would never have happened.

Not least of all because he'd shut them up himself.
"....is that.....all that troubles you? Is there anything else I should know that you're comfortable with telling me?"

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Noriko thought about it for a moment. Sealing probably wasn't the route she wanted to take, but seal-breaking was appealing. It also sounded more like a dedicated defense; killing whatever was on you was all well and good, but it didn't help all that much with her helplessness when pinned. "It sounds like it could be the most useful one of the lot, though, so I'd be willing to give it a shot."
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"Oh, er, sure!"
For the person who suggested it, she doesn't sound that enthusiastic, though to her credit, she recover quickly enough.
"You know what Requiems are right? Mine was that being able to eat sweets without gaining weight, so this is like an extension of that. Since most of your magic seems to be enhancement, this could be pretty tricky, but we can always try something else if it fails."
She sets a napkin down on the table, and sets it aflame.
"The principle's pretty simple though, instead of targeting what a spell does, you target the spell itself and..."
She closes her fist and the flame snuffs out, leaving behind neither smoke nor ash.
"With practice you can take the spell's power and add it to a spell of your own, but that comes later. Gotta know how to walk before you run, right? The main trick is figuring out how to do it with your magic, make sense?"
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Yuki, getting kinda bored on her own but not wanting to interrupt people, went wandering about the resort.
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Well, the main building itself should have plenty of interesting people right? And you did see plenty of people at the reception earlier, including adventurer types who probably have super secret techniques they could teach you, so you head off there.

Something catches your eye as you return to the main entrance: most people are coming from or going to the deeper internals of the building, but most of the fancily dressed and well-armed types are instead coming from a seperate corridor.

Tracing that corridor you find yourself exiting into a large cavernous chamber wrapped around a grand statue, looking like something out of those RPGs that you totally played because you're just a regular teenager with a decent allowance and not y'know, practically destitute up until like a week ago.

The chamber is bathed in generic mystic blue light emanating from the enormous magic circles rotating on the floor, and all the quest pylons displaying active jobs beneath markers that you think they might've just flat out stole from World of Warcraft. Pylons are just for browsing and taking quests by the looks of it, finished quests are taken to the desks, sometimes with some proof of completion for the cash-in.

Further off from the statue, the light is brigther, warmer, polished floors giving away to carpet, pylon giving away to couches and lounges. Adventurers rest there, a few with drinks in hand or attending to plates of food, but by and large they're just relaxing or chatting. Or networking. Do adventurers do that? Or is that just corporate stuff?

Anyway, you take a closer look at the statue.

Four figures stand, carved from marble white stone: there is a knight in ornate armor surrounded by levitating pages of scripture and motes of light, their hands empty of both shield and sword. Another is a person dressed in a hoodie with tendrils of smoke rising from beneath them, holding some kinda derpy looking weapon best described as the corgi of combat shotguns, along with the kind of weird elongated hammer, you think Minato called them warhammers? beneath their hood you see the grinning visage of a Jack-o-lantern. The next is dressed in a suit and tie, their face concealed by a kitsune mask and their body giving off tongues of blue flame, in their hands are a pair of, you think those are Desert Eagles? Those are the big loud guns from those action movies right? The final figure is dressed in fancy looking adventurer clothes with vials and bottles handing off their belt, they carry an elaborated staff with a curled head shaped sorta like a large hook, with an orb of some unknown liquid levitating at its center. Their statue just, plain doesn't have a face. They're standing together, as if heroes of some sort, larger than life, and completely faceless.

"<Oh, that. We originally wanted to include faces but they thought it was a bit too much, so we omitted them. Hope Al's doesn't look too off, she didn't have any headgear and she didn't want to wear a paper bag either.">
You turn around and find yourself face to face with a skeleton dressed in a staff uniform.
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Noriko raised an eyebrow. "Is that really all it does?" She didn't linger on the question though, moving on to a more pressing question. "Actually, uh, what is a Requiem? I'm assuming it has something to do with your magic, but past that I'm not actually sure." She tried to keep the embarrassment out of her tone; she got the feeling this was something she should know already.
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"Well......................... not anymore. Don't worry about it, your Requiem is just a fancy term for one of the first special abilities you show, it's usually instinctive but not always useful."
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Yuki blinked, then thought about it. She started to answer in Japanese, but then switched to English - a bit slow and rather accented, but passable enough for conversation. "<It kinda does look weird, to be honest?>" Yuki said to the well dressed skeleton. Normally skeletons were evil buuut this one seemed to work here. It would be very rude to stab it. And probably ineffective given again, it was a skeleton. More of a cleaving strike, maybe? Or just, take a chainsaw to it's spine... good thing none of that was necessary! "<Oh, and hello. You work here right?>"
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"Oh. So something like how I tossed around my spears? That's the first magical thing I did that I can think of." She shrugged. It wasn't particularly important, but she was curious about the topic; maybe they could come back to it later? "Anyways, if I'm enhancing stuff, maybe I could learn how to do the opposite? Damp enemy spells until I can break free, or something."
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"<Ah, well that's a darn shame. Work here, been here since the place began. ...Say, I haven't seen you 'round these parts before, you a tourist? New tenant? Adventurer?>"

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"Doesn't sound impossible, do you find it harder to move your spears when they're enlarged?"
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"<Uh... none of the above, but adventurer is probably the closest? Me and my friends are here to train. The beach is a really really nice side benefit though.>"
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"<To train? Are you per chance one of the Godslayers that arrived just this morning?>"
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Yuki nodded. "<Yeah! We did some training on the beach a while ago and I was just doing some exploring. This place is reaaaaally cool.>"
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"<Well I'm honored to make your acquaintance then, would you like a tour, Miss....?>"
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