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Eilla finally felt she was close enough, and took that chance to land on the ground. She was glad she had retained her flying powers, for they would be a necessity. FInally, she sat amongst the bushes. Looking about, she spotted her target staggering. Walking through the bushes, she finally emerged from a spot nearby, and instantly propped him up. "Are you all right?" she asked. She tried to ad more personality to her voice, but the coldness in her hard froze over her words without her being able to stop it. "You were staggering precariously." Surely he would recognize her, but that would be no issue. An apology, a couple of lies, she was sure persuasion would not be an issue at all.

"HM?" she uttered. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. And what's a tailor? I'm not from around here." Perhaps this method would work, perhaps not, only his reaction could tell her. yet, she didn't understand his new knowledge for the power, something she could feel.

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::Kigen was close, so very close. He could feel an uneasy murmur within himself. He hadn't noticed until now, but clouds were gathering and thickening above one of the houses. Within those clouds he couuld "see" the mark of Seiryuu, he could feel it clearly. And this troubled him...for he was not instigating this event, or at least...consciously...of his own powers, he was not. He was left to question then, was she doing this of her own free will? Did she have the comprehension of her powers, or was this just the reaction of her power to his? He had been using his significantly farther away, so there had been no reaction before...but now, he was close. The clouds swirled around centered over one of the houses. Kigen narrowed his eyes and stepped slowly towards the house until he was standing on the sidewalk directly in front of it. A small clap of thunder rolled above him, and his eyes were drawn upwards. He could see flashes of blue energy in the form of sheet lightning slithering across the clouds. No normal person could...but anyone marked by the power of the beast God could see it and even feel a tingle...somthing like that of static electricity. Kigen shuddered. He wasn't at all sure what he could defend against, or withstand, should the situation arise. Even if he dared to risk another influence of time...which he was not at all sure his body would hold out for, especially as he would be attempting to counter one with the power of Seiryuu, he wasn't at all sure that he could dodge lightning bolts. Not in his current state anyway. He paused on the sidewalk, staring at the house.::

'Perhaps a test...'

::Kigen glanced down the street both ways, to be sure he wouldn't draw any unneccessary attention, and then formed a small ball of energy between his fingers, not larger than a quarter in diameter. The sky above him thundered in warning. Keeping his eyes fixed on the house, he sent the ball of energy careening into the clouds, it wasn't much...just enough to attempt to disperse a portion. If successful, he would move forward...if not...::

::The energy swirling with the clouds concentrated on the area he had sent the ball of energy...The hair on his neck stood on end, his hair itself began to rise slowly::

"Sh*t!..."

::He didn't even have to look up to tell what was coming. He had taken the risk, now he had only a split second. He drew upon his power once again, mutliple ways, for if one failed, then he would hope the other would succeed. First, time...he needed to slow the lightning to dodge it...second...if that would fail, an empty trash can thrust above him by the power of his will to be a new target, and then he was still going to dive as quickly as he could away. To his delight, his efforts were not in vain...he was not struck straight on with a bolt of lightning induced byt he power of Seiryuu...however, to is dismay, despite his efforts, he could feel the heat and intense energy agains his left arm. Of course the power of Seiryuu would not be stayed so easily. Kigen clutched his left arm as he dived into her yard. Looking up, his head spinning from the use of more power that he didn't have to spare, he could see the remains of the trash can...a half melted base, with a bit of the side was all that was left. ::

::Kigen lay on the lawn, arm clutched to him, leg stained with blood from the dog bite, in full police gear. His head continued to spin. Here was the real test...if she knew what she was doing, only one more of those would do it. Only Seiryuu himself would be able to save him. He lay catching his breath, wits and as much energy as possible. Only time would tell.::

Not sure of the exact costumes, she merely nodded a bit. "Eilla Seraphim. Forgive me of my past attack. My culture deeply believes in the occult, and for some reason, I think that you may have some powers of this sort. I feel drawn to you. It upset me, and for that I am sorry. The assault was entirely uncalled for." She wasn't even sure how long she could keep up this goody-goody act, and she knew it wasn't convincing.

ugh...double post... gonk

Character Name: Nakashima, Keiko

Seishi Name: Ashitaire

Age: 21 Years

Gender: Female (With expressed permission)

Occupation: Unemployed, appears to be a student of sorts.

Appearance: Keiko is relatively slim, yet athletic in appearance. She stands at a height of 5'7" and is rarely seen in colours that do not resemble black in colour. This matches well with her long ebony hair which is often tied up in a tight silver clamp the shape of a dragon's head and blue, almost violet eyes.
Unlike the majority that live within Japan, she seems to be of another origin despite her name, her pale complexion and delicate facial features giving the impression that she is in fact born from a foreign parent.
Yet there is a peculiar air about her for at night, she simply vanishes from the sight of her companions and is not seen until morning, particularly during a full moon.
On the right side of her lower back however is a tattoo she believes that she had done a long time ago, yet her memory fails her in regards to it so she can only speculate.

Personality: Keiko has a firey personality and is extremely impatient, she has been known to jump to conclusions rather quickly in certain situations and always attacks verbally or physically at any sign of hostility towards her.
Nevertheless, if befriended she is fiercely loyal and will do anything to protect her friends. She can also be obedient to those who have more 'power' than her so to speak or who gain her respect.

Abilities: Although unseen to the 'public' she has uncanny and highly inhuman strength. She is able to lift things far heavier than she and can easily out manouver those who challenge her...however, even more unseen is the change that overcomes her at night when she allows the 'beast' within her to roam and the delicate female body is torn apart to be replaced by the large werewolf like being.
During this state she is somewhat more blood thirsty and lacks the fear that overcomes her as a human yet she can control herself when completely necessary.

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How long had it been since the last lightning storm she had encountered? Her gaze trailed upwards to the sky briefly before she leant back against her chair and stirred the liquid in her mug with the spoon in a somewhat bored manner...recently, she had been having peculiar dreams, she could hear and see things she had never been able to see before and now she could also feel an unusual pull yet in ways it was somehow familiar.

With a sigh her gaze was torn from her mug towards the source of the power, her free hand shoved into the pocket of her tenchcoat yet it twitched in anticipation for beneath the coat lay a rather nice little 'trinket' she enjoyed playing with when necessary.

It was in that direction that the source of power was coming from...would she join it?

"A strange mark upon my body?" she says, restating it to be sure. She is quite sure there is only one mark which she can allow to appear, or create the appearance of, for it is her own mark as avatar of Suzaku. "I see, such as the sign, read as "i" upon your knee? Yes, I have such a mark." And shutting her eyes, as if in concentration, a faint red mark begins to appear upon her forehead. It takes a few moments to appear and be legible, yet once it appears, it is the definete sign of "ai" or love. After all, Suzaku, originally named Ho'oh was the pheonix, and he rules over the emotion of love.

((Sorta stretching it, but you'd get it if you saw the OAV.. in any case, I'd say it works... is that all right? I suppose, if every avatar has to have a symbol, the Sieryu one would be for war?))

Jun'ko fell back into her room and hit her favorite electric toy. The giant glass orb. It toppled and with a crash the glass broke, falling ontop of Jun'ko. While the glass was broken, the machine still maintained the electricity and at the moment, it was pulsing on Jun'ko's body.
"Nakago!" She woke screaming. Jun'ko looked around in surprise and saw her mother in a fit of tears standing next to her. Jun'ko was on her bed and her room had been cleared of all her electric toys.
"Oh Jun'ko!" Her mother erupted in tears and fell ontop of her, hugging and crying. "I thought you would never wake up! When I found you under that thing I -I just panicked!" Jun'ko started to get up. She had just had a very strange dream. And the more she thought about it, the more she remembered.
"Oh, honey don't get up! The paramedics are on their way." Her mother said as she fussed over Jun'ko pulling the sheets back over her daughter.
"Mom, I just." Jun'ko stopped and sat up. "I just need to use the bathroom." Her mother moved aside and with a quick 'Well, don't over-exert yourself.' Jun'ko left the room.
She turned the sink faucet and splashed cold water over her face. She sat on the side of the porcelin bath and leaned against the wall.
"Nakago." She whispered. She could barely remember from her dream the elegant blonde man. The rest of the dream was pretty blurry but could just remember there had been many others, many more shadows in that dream. But they had seemed more like forgotten childhood friends than just figmants of her imagination created in a dream.
Jun'ko closed her eyes but however hard she tried, she couldn't remember any more of the dream. She sighed and looked out the bathroom window at the melted trash can in her yard, and next to them, her beautiful, electric, pulsing devices piled in a heap.
"Nakago..."