[Later he flies over to the manor, still in the suit from the party, still not wearing the jacket properly because why would you ever. Though he debates going in the normal way, he decides to stay on the broom and drift over to the windows and see if 1. he can spot Akira in one of the rooms and 2. check if the window can be opened from the outside.]
[One: Akira's in his room lying sprawled out on the bed, his expression contorted into one of pain. He's alive, at least, though he's pouring sweat and clearly not doing too well, caught somewhere between restless sleep and consciousness.
And two? Good news, Ahito! The window's cracked open to give Akira some air. Jimmying it open further shouldn't be difficult.]
[That sure as hell ain't Morgana. Akira stirs, rubbing at his eyes, and... oh. Yeah, definitely not Morgana. Akira groans, sliding his Plano's off his face and setting them on the windowsill.]
[Akira's just a liiiiittle leery after his adventures in eating Solomon's cooking, but he does as requested and outstretches a shaky hand. But— not so fast. Akira hesitates for a moment, recalling his prior conversation with Ahito.]
[...If Ahito's telling the truth, and why wouldn't he, then fine. Akira can't complain, extending his hand to place it in Ahito's. Do your thing, man.]
[Akira, he likes you and all, but please know he would not kill himself to heal your tummy problems.
He'll take Akira's hand, removing his shades pocketing them - reaching with the same hand into another pocket to retrieve some chalk he apparently just carries with him now. The chalk is used to quickly sketch a simple circle onto the back of Akira's hand before being pocketed again so he can focus, strangely bright cyan eyes fixated on the mark.]
The End of the World.
[He channels the healing magic through the circle, and between that, his incantation, and the presence of his focus, it all leads to a slightly stronger (though still rather weak) healing spell. A sensation akin to warm water gently washing away the muck from a scrape, or rather, soothing some of that nausea, that pain. Not enough to clear it away entirely, but reducing it to something a bit more bearable and likely much easier to sleep through.]
[...Ah. Those eyes must be the reason why Ahito wears such dark shades all the time. There's something terribly hypnotic about them, but right now, Akira really doesn't mind the distraction. Relief washes over him and soothes the very worst of his aches and pains, a quiet sigh ebbing away with them.]
...Much better.
[Akira's answer comes with some delay. Knowing a little about the world Ahito comes from, thinking about how he came into possession of such magic threatens to make Akira's stomach flip all over again.]
You're pretty good at that. Did you perform that sort of magic back home?
[Settling back a little when Akira seems to be doing better, not quite satisfied because the power's still weaker than he'd like, but emboldened by the fact it succeeded even partially.]
Ehh, yes and no.
[A handwaggle as he pockets the chalk and puts the shades back on.]
...The experiment granted me the magic to heal anyone I look at. Normally, I wouldn't have to use a circle to activate it, much less amplify it.
The circle I used is just the basic loop all other circles are based on. We went over the concept in class, but they never taught us specific circles - that kind of lesson is more for people who decide to specialize in them.
[Is there an extra chair in here he can use? If so, and if it doesn't have arm rests, he's grabbing it and promptly sitting like a delinquent, arms on the back and chin resting on his arms.]
[Sure, there's an armrest-free chair by the bed that Akira uses to reach the ceiling beams for pullups, so feel free to sit like a delinquent in that. Akira hardly minds.
Hauling himself upright, Akira sits on crossed legs.]
I see. Fancy. [Circles and loops, huh? Simple enough in concept.] I'm guessing being a lab rat for someone's magical experiments wasn't your choice.
...I was about five or six at the time. A magic user showed me a girl about the same age in the labs who was in critical condition from a terrible accident. He told me he could give me magic to heal her.
Even at that age I could tell they wanted something from me, but - what kind of person would say no to that?
[The girl did nothing wrong. And yet there she was, suffering, alone in that room.]
And these guys just get away with this crap? Ridiculous. Someone needs to stand up and put those assholes in their place. What are a bunch of nerds in a lab going to do, throw books at them?
[Fair enough. Getting all riled up over We Live In A Society isn't healthy when he's on the mend, is it? Akira draws in a long breath and exhales it just as theatrically, flopping back against the mattress and folding his arms up behind his head.]
Smooth transition. What do you want to know? My cruel and tragic backstory?
Born and raised in a small suburban neighborhood just outside of Tokyo... Normal loving parents, no siblings, a yappy little dog... and then I got arrested for assault.
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Night of wizard prom
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And two? Good news, Ahito! The window's cracked open to give Akira some air. Jimmying it open further shouldn't be difficult.]
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Solomon's cooking?
[Dryly. That's your hello, apparently, before he actually walks over to take a look at the state of the Akira.]
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...A talking cat...?
[That sure as hell ain't Morgana. Akira stirs, rubbing at his eyes, and... oh. Yeah, definitely not Morgana. Akira groans, sliding his Plano's off his face and setting them on the windowsill.]
Yeah. Solomon's cooking. Wouldn't recommend it.
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[Kurapika was already in a state and he didn't even eat an entire meal of the stuff.]
Lemme borrow your hand. I'm going to see if I can heal some of the worse effects.
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[Akira's just a liiiiittle leery after his adventures in eating Solomon's cooking, but he does as requested and outstretches a shaky hand. But— not so fast. Akira hesitates for a moment, recalling his prior conversation with Ahito.]
This won't hurt you or anything, right?
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[Which is frankly a whole can of worms for him and his life that he's simply opted not to think about.
Holding out his own hand expectantly.]
Well?
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He'll take Akira's hand, removing his shades pocketing them - reaching with the same hand into another pocket to retrieve some chalk he apparently just carries with him now. The chalk is used to quickly sketch a simple circle onto the back of Akira's hand before being pocketed again so he can focus, strangely bright cyan eyes fixated on the mark.]
The End of the World.
[He channels the healing magic through the circle, and between that, his incantation, and the presence of his focus, it all leads to a slightly stronger (though still rather weak) healing spell. A sensation akin to warm water gently washing away the muck from a scrape, or rather, soothing some of that nausea, that pain. Not enough to clear it away entirely, but reducing it to something a bit more bearable and likely much easier to sleep through.]
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...Much better.
[Akira's answer comes with some delay. Knowing a little about the world Ahito comes from, thinking about how he came into possession of such magic threatens to make Akira's stomach flip all over again.]
You're pretty good at that. Did you perform that sort of magic back home?
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Ehh, yes and no.
[A handwaggle as he pockets the chalk and puts the shades back on.]
...The experiment granted me the magic to heal anyone I look at. Normally, I wouldn't have to use a circle to activate it, much less amplify it.
The circle I used is just the basic loop all other circles are based on. We went over the concept in class, but they never taught us specific circles - that kind of lesson is more for people who decide to specialize in them.
[Is there an extra chair in here he can use? If so, and if it doesn't have arm rests, he's grabbing it and promptly sitting like a delinquent, arms on the back and chin resting on his arms.]
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Hauling himself upright, Akira sits on crossed legs.]
I see. Fancy. [Circles and loops, huh? Simple enough in concept.] I'm guessing being a lab rat for someone's magical experiments wasn't your choice.
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...I was about five or six at the time. A magic user showed me a girl about the same age in the labs who was in critical condition from a terrible accident. He told me he could give me magic to heal her.
Even at that age I could tell they wanted something from me, but - what kind of person would say no to that?
[The girl did nothing wrong. And yet there she was, suffering, alone in that room.]
So, whatever you want to count that as.
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[It's not a "I don't believe you" seriously, but a "what the hell is wrong with the adults in your life" seriously.]
They didn't give you any other choice. Bastards. If they were here, I'd kick their asses.
[This is injustice!!]
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...There were more experiments later I definitely didn't agree to. But the two behind those are dead, at least.
[And through no effort of his own, shockingly.]
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[Heavy, heavy sarcasm..............]
And these guys just get away with this crap? Ridiculous. Someone needs to stand up and put those assholes in their place. What are a bunch of nerds in a lab going to do, throw books at them?
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[Ahito's world just sucks ass apparently.]
...But I think I'll leave it at that. You're still recovering, and getting riled up probably isn't helping.
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[Other than details of his world's tech, really.]
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Smooth transition. What do you want to know? My cruel and tragic backstory?
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[Settling down, expectant. Storytime when!!]
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My life's really not that exciting.
[akira when he loves to lie]
Born and raised in a small suburban neighborhood just outside of Tokyo... Normal loving parents, no siblings, a yappy little dog... and then I got arrested for assault.
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[Dramatically cracks knuckles................]
I bet you never thought you'd be wasting your magic on a filthy criminal, did you?
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Akira. Please don't say you thought that sounded cool, because it's clear from the snicker that Ahito thinks it's anything but.]
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