http://straightleft.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] straightleft.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tvklogs2011-06-25 08:59 pm

first bout [open]

WHO: Akihiko Sanada and whoever is out during the Dark Hour.
WHEN: June 25th, Dark Hour
WHERE: Wherever there's shadows.
SUMMARY: Resolution and awakening.
RATING: PG, maybe PG13?
WARNINGS: None.

After the initial surprise of arriving in Prospera wore off, it's been business as usual for Akihiko. He spent his first full day on the island, talking to the locals in an attempt to gather information. The only thing different about his person was the cellphone he was carrying, but that wasn't really something he was worried about anyway.

The locals didn't seem to know much and were mostly unhelpful in just about every respect. So, Akihiko enrolled himself in the high school in Prospero and applied to live in the local dorms. Regardless of where he was in the world, he needed to stay on top of his studies. Studies also included training and practice, and until he could acquire his own equipment, he would have to rely on the local and school gyms. So it was back to boxing whenever he had a spare moment.

Unfortunately, the seventeen-year-old boxer isn't much for socializing, so he's kept to himself since that first night he arrived here. He knows there's others here like him, but he's too focused on keeping up with his training to offer anyone his attention. However, it wasn't difficult to notice that the city changed at night, when the clock struck midnight, and once the weekend rolled around, Akihiko decided it was time to investigate. He never expected what he would find...

~

Akihiko is running through the streets of Prospero in an attempt to avoid the shadow-like creatures pursuing him. He's fit and fast on his feet- as a boxer should be, so keeping ahead of the monsters isn't so difficult. He'd taken more than a few hits before realizing he wasn't strong enough to take them on with just his fists. He was forced so flee for he couldn't die tonight. Not in this place. It's no different from that time. I'm still not strong enough. Feelings of the past swell within his chest as he runs and visions from far-off memories flash before his eyes; a burning building and crying children.

This isn't how it should be. I shouldn't be running away! I've been waiting for this! For a chance to put my skills to the test. How can it not be enough? I have to do something! I need more power...

As these thoughts plague his mind, he rounds a corner to cut through an alley when an intense pain shoots through his skull triggering him to stagger. "What the- hell..." He says as his hands come up to hold his head. "What's happening...?" And then a voice rings out:

'I am thou, thou art I.

The time hath come.

Open thine eyes.

And call forth what is within.'


"Who-" he begins to speak, but the sound of the shadows rounding the corner to enter the alley cuts him off. "Tch, damn you. No more running." He turns, ready to try to go another round with the monsters. No matter what happens, he won't run. "I'm ready, you bastards! Come and get it!" In that instant there's a flash of blinding light and a loud screech can be heard along with the clank of a sword; the sounds of tearing flesh fills the air. When the light fades just a lone being is before Akihiko, floating ominously above him.

'I am Caesar... I was born of thee, and I shall walk by thy side... Experience is the teacher of all things.'

And then the manifestation is gone.
croibhristeoir: (could feel her insecurity)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Lancer was still injured from the previous night's events; the armor he wore only hid bandaged arms to a certain extent, and the scratches on his face were small but noticeable.

But the facts that he was injured and in a weakened human form were irrelevant. He had a job to do out here at night, both looking for answers as to how this place functioned and fighting to protect those who could not fight for themselves. That was his role as a knight, and a foreign situation like Prospero would not distract him from that most basic of things.

Even though it had tried, with that strange hallucination he had seen last night. Cu Chulainn, honestly...perhaps Lancer was more stressed than he realized if he was seeing and hearing such impossible things.

It was hard to mistake the sharp sounds of a blade in combat, and Lancer was running to it as quickly as he could--in place of a lance he held a thin metal pipe, marginally better than being unarmed. By the time he came across Akihiko, Caesar had vanished and the boxer was the only person Lancer saw.

"Are you alright? What happened?"
croibhristeoir: (tell me what it is you have in store)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"..."

That was not what he'd expected to hear, but the look on Lancer's face was neither of disbelief nor doubt at Akihiko's sanity.

"Those shadows seem to be a common inhabitant of this city at night." Best to start with what Lancer did understand before moving on to what he doubted. "How long have you been here?"
croibhristeoir: (don't need money with a face like that)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I see... The city was like this when I first arrived, so I've been trying to find some kind of answers as to why or how it seems to turn into this...this whatever you would call it."

He brought the metal pipe up to rest against his shoulder, giving the area a cautious look for any more Shadows.

"Call me Lancer. I'm sorry, I was so surprised to see someone else here I forgot to introduce myself."
croibhristeoir: (ain't got much to say)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"It's nice to meet you...and if it's alright, I'd like to ask about whatever you saw that dispatched those creatures."

Lancer paused for a moment, seeming uneasy--he wasn't insane. Least of all if another had witnessed a similar occurrence.

"I believe that something similar may have happened to me--if you would rather speak of this in a location less open to attack, we can look for some form of shelter."
Edited 2011-06-26 03:18 (UTC)
croibhristeoir: (don't need money with a face like that)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
He gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, turning around and shifting his grip on the pipe in his hand before he started walking. He felt far more competent with a weapon by his side, even if it was a far cry from his standard lances.

"Hopefully they won't decide to converge on us at an inconvenient time." Lancer said half to himself, almost seeming concerned. The previous night's difficulty was not something he wanted to repeat.
croibhristeoir: (ran up to heaven and past avalon)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not a man who runs from a fight, don't get me wrong." A confident smirk came across his face as he spoke. "But so far I've discovered that they like to outnumber those they decide to challenge. It's a bit irritating, really."

"As for how to defeat them," he continued, "they seem like any normal enemy despite appearances. They're solid enough to strike, and smart enough to know when retreat would be better than combat."
croibhristeoir: (nothin from a life that was a simple on)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I was outnumbered and overestimated myself for a moment. I would hardly allow such mistakes to happen twice."

He walked to a nearby building--some kind of store, judging by appearances--and pushed the door open, cautious enough to make sure there weren't any lurking Shadows before entering.

"...It seems like this one's empty."
croibhristeoir: (tell me what it is you have in store)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Julius Caesar? Lancer was familiar with the story, so surely he was another that could in theory be a heroic spirit like himself. But to appear in an inhuman form...that didn't quite fit. So perhaps there was something far less simple going on here.

"Presumably not, considering it appeared and disappeared so suddenly. I can't claim to have crossed paths with Julius Caesar, but my own experience sounds similar to yours."
croibhristeoir: (with me on the devil's dance floor)

[personal profile] croibhristeoir 2011-06-26 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, though I was certain I had fully imagined it until now." Lancer spoke slowly, as if making sure he had all the details correct.

"I was cornered by a few of those creatures last night--and not exactly unscathed, as you can clearly see. Just as I was about to get back up and fight, I saw...someone. He who called himself CĂș Chulainn; Ireland's prince of light and a hero from an age long past."

When he was satisfied that the basic story had at least been covered, Lancer paused with a thoughtful expression.

"And from last night until right now, I was certain I had hallucinated the whole thing. What exactly do you make of the whole thing?"