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 Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:11 pm
"Pellets are pretty much all I've messed with," he says with a shrug. "I didn't want to go too far off the beaten path without a say-so."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:20 pm
Wings and shoulders shrug. "Hell, experimentation's how I learned most of what I know. The bombs, though, were a gift from Nyl. Now..."
An eyebrow quirks and Iri tilts her head. Should she go ahead and teach him how to form the bombs? He can already concentrate the air. But does he have the focus it takes to keep them in place long enough to form them? And the precision to properly detonate them? Iri killed a lot of trees learning that one. Maybe that should wait for later...
"Alright. Let's set the bombs aside for now. If you want, keep practicing the pellets. It's a good way to condition your energy and it helps in concentration. For now, let's try directing the wind. Plenty of ways to use that in combat." Iri pauses, thinking to herself. Then she continues with, "Do you use any weapons other than the sword? If you don't, that's okay. We can work with the sword, too."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:34 pm
"Maybe you can help with that. Lina tried..."
He holds out his sword for her inspection. A full-sized longsword, it's more than enough for Dalcon to wield- it's like a hand-and-a-half on his small frame.
"Nekojiri took this from me one time and made it..huge. Like about as tall and wide as I am. He didn't re-forge it or add anything to it, it just changed. Any idea how?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:42 pm
Violet eyes narrow for a moment as she thinks. Then snap quickly widen as a memory comes to the front of her mind.
"Didn't... I wanna say Reeve had a sword like that. He could make it change size and shape at will. Don't know how he did it. Uh, may I?"
At this point, Iri holds out her free hand. Maybe if she gets a feel for the weapon... Could it have some special sort of energy? Maybe triggered by foxfire or chakra?
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:49 pm
Part of the reason behind Dalcon's physical prowess for such a young age is revealed when he hands off the sword to Iri. It is small, true, but amazingly dense and heavy. Yet, when wielded and swung, the weight all seems to shift in the sword to where it needs to be in order to optimize the movement.
"Mom said this was all mine, but with all I'm learning lately..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:59 pm
Iri's own weapon of choice being full steel encased in wood and very large, this sword isn't much more difficult for her to handle. Though, she's amazed that Dalcon uses it. Being as small as he is. She imagines he's spent hours upon hours training and conditioning himself just to wield the sword. Curious, Iri takes a few steps back and begins to twirl the sword with one hand. It's responsiveness is remarkable. Much better than that of her naginata. If she didn't know any better, she would think that the sword shifts itself on its own. But what about shapeshifting?
"Well, I hate to burst your bubble, buddy, but your mom's story and the things I believe I know conflict in more than a few places. I'd just like to know, if this is the weapon I think it is, how did you get a hold of it? Did she mention a name for this thing? I think I remember it. Maybe..."
The Fury stops twirling the weapon and steps back a little further. How would she make it grow? Chakra, maybe? It's worth a shot. Concentrating on the sword, Iri allows her energy to leak into it. At the same time, tendrils of air wrap around the sword like feelers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:16 pm
There is a small 'tchink' sound as the blade grows and flexes slightly. In Iri's hand, the blade becomes a sort of broad, curving, slashing thing, like a naginata's cousin with a steroid and occasional drug problem.
"Mom called it the Seraph Talon, and said it was hers. That didn't surprise me," he says. "Seraph is a word for angel..."
He reaches out and touches the pommel of the sword, and the blade seems to try and right itself, taking on more of the traditional straight and massive 'crusader' appearance of sword, but as Iri's chakra easily outweighs his, it retains its single edge, taking on the look of a massive cleaver.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:25 pm
"Seraph Talon. That was it. This is Reeve's sword. Or it was."
Something clicks in the back of Iri's mind. Her energy withdraws and the tendrils of air retreat to circle about her form. With one hand, she carefully offers the sword to her student. Worry is in her eyes, enough so that she has a hard time concealing it.
"Last time I saw Reeve, he was looking for Sarya. And I suppose you. How did Aven end up with his sword to give it to you? That doesn't bode well."
One hand reaches up to tug at a lock of hair. What's happened to her friend? That weapon seemed to be something he cherished. Why would he part with it? All kinds of scenarios are coming to mind, but few of them are good.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:32 pm
"I have no idea," Dalcon says, returning the sword to its shoulder baldric.
"Reeve. Why can't I shake that guy..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:39 pm
Iri smirks, the expression lopsided as usual. Emotion sparks in her eyes, though it would probably just confuse Dalcon.
"Funny, I was thinking something similar."
Distant eyes look down at her hand for a moment. It looks like she wants to say something. But every time she goes to part her lips, she second guesses herself and keeps quiet. It's probably best to forget about it.
"Nothing ever was simple with him." She looks in the direction of the Kaze Dojo door. "If I didn't have any obligations here, I'd go out and look for that silly man. Damn it all."
Shaking her head, Iri makes for the stairs and ascends to the main floor. With one wing, she motions for Dalcon to follow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:52 pm
Dalcon looks up at her, confused, plodding after his sensei.
"Why would you follow that a*****e?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:06 pm
A fan appears in Iri's hand. She sets the weapon on the floor, making sure it's closed. The same thing happens to the matching fan. They're end to end, so when they open, they'll form a circle.
Iri steps back from the fans and takes a breath. Should she tell him? If she doesn't, then isn't she hypocritical for being angry at Aven for keeping the truth from the boy? Then again, is he going to freak out again? Well, it wouldn't be the first time she's had to calm him down.
The woman looks Dalcon in the eye with her intense gaze, allowing him to tell a little easier that she's being truthful.
"I would follow him, because I know him a little differently than you do. At one point, we were closer than friends. Twice, actually. Both times I was left for someone from his past. The second time, it was because Sarya came back from the dead."
Iri sighs and puts her hands on her hips, waiting for the freak out. Or he could pleasantly surprise her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:19 pm
Dalcon's expression is absolutely deadpan, but a swirl of green in his eyes would tell more of the story to anyone who knew his father.
"So...my father's nailing a zombie....hah!"
Coming to his senses, Dalcon claps a hand over his mouth with the sure feeling that he'd just said something, but wasn't sure what.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:24 pm
Iri's jaw drops. At first, she considers slapping the boy. Who could possibly say such a thing!? No matter how angry he is at his father, it's just a disgusting comment. But, she catches the green in his eyes. He's shown the green of foxfire, but this is different. Iri remembers this.
"Amae?" Iri tilts her head to the side in her curious bird expression, but there's no playfulness in her eyes. "Amae, are you in there? Dalcon, do you know that name?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:31 pm
Dalcon shakes his head, rapping on it as if to prove it's empty.
"No one here but us unloved orphans," he says with a shrug. "Who's Amae?"
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