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Post by Punk Prince of New York July 11th 2021, 5:14 am

The broken sections of New York were still pretty broken since the last attack on the city. Ethan remembered that, mostly because traumatic events had a bad way of sticking and it was a special time for him too. Really gets under my skin why some people just insist on attacking me, The currently feminine voice complained in the back of his mind. Outrage and sorrow mixing together in the whiniest way possible.  Ethan shrugged, lip curling downward into usual unpleasant sneer.

”Prolly cause the cities a special kinda shithole,” He offered to seemingly no one, shaking the spray can in his hand. Rattling sound of the pea like music almost to the young man. Storm grey eyes scanning over his half-finished masterpiece on the wall. The air smelled of aerosol and fumes. Common sensations he experienced through his entire life.

and…you continue to spray my city with what you generously call art, The voice continued, sounding more judgemental than anything else. Well, that was how she sounded to him.

”Sounds like a personal problem,” He said, pressing the release and letting jets of black paint spread across brickwork. Forming a picture slowly from the steady and practiced hands of an illegal street artist. Not that he was worried about things like the cops. Pigs tended to be easy to escape from with his new powers. ”not gonna waste my time brushing up some fancy museum piece. Fuckers wouldn’t like it any more than this,”

No, not much love for art or culture anymore. I remember when…. She set off on a ramble about the past while he  shook another can and began forming the arcing shape of a sun. Brilliant yellow and even some oranges from the cans strapped to a large leather belt with many pouches around his waist. Honestly he could’ve called it a utility belt at this point.

Are you even listening to me?

”Yeah yeah, bird dancers and prostitution,” He muttered in placating agreement, though that only made the presence in his head even more annoyed.

You’re making me regret my decision more every second,

Despite that he continued, finishing the piece with a flourish of the arm. Something suggested by one of many street artists he didn’t hate across the city. A tribute to their hero, who he personally thought wasn’t that great on second viewing. Just looking in the distance he could see the half-demolished proof of his incompetence. Not that skyscrapers meant anything to people who weren’t already corporate fat cats.  

”At least you don’t have the voice in you’re head,” Putting the paint cans away he admired his work and all that came with it.  Set on the side of a store that banned him for perceived stealing. Sure, he did steal from them but not like they had to pull a dick move like that.

The fact no one was stopping him felt even better honestly. Like people knew this guy was a dick and that was all that mattered. Ethan was dressed for the night weather, a thick pullover with a pair of blue jeans worn through use rather than an artful intent. Splatter colored hat set on his head, which just his bangs peeking out from under.

”So what do we say about pizza? Know a good place a few streets down,”

Because I told you about it,

”Still counts. Do ya wanna go or not?”

Well yes I want to go. Just hate it when punks take credit for my knowledge,

”Well since we’re all fused and stuff, it’s our knowledge now,” With that he hopped down from the top of the heavily dented dumpster and worked through where he was supposed to be getting that pizza.
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Post by Leagalow Profiles September 6th 2021, 2:08 am

A small shudder shot through Takuma’s hands as he was bolstered with a sense of shock, eyes snapping open and a shot of adrenaline like a cup of caffeine being drawn through his body and making him aware of his surroundings.

Brown thick work coat with dusty cotton tanned pants, he adjusted his drawn in legs and shuffled a bit, feeling the ground from his sock-covered left ankle as he was wearing stained white sneakers, the right ankle meeting bare ground. He peeked over to his foot to find it uncovered, the sock nowhere to be seen with a lazy look around.

Takuma’s hands drew in, uncovered and dirty from digging around in various spots for something worth eating to no avail. Well, there were definitely many things sitting in the trash he decided to rest and hope he got lucky later, most of what he found was on the verge of welcoming a new stage of life and well capable of harboring it if it wasn’t already. So sitting down and resting against a wall, hand touching a round metallic bin, he wanted to use the vibrations to tell him if someone was coming close. Now despite this being felt, nobody was nearby.

Takuma’s legs drew in as with a bit of force he got himself standing upright in a single mechanical motion, turning and walking towards where he projected the vibrations came from.

Two corners were all it took, sharp eyes peering upwards and noticing first, an artistic depiction of a sun, and very close by, a young man with a bunch of spray paint on his person, digging through a trash bin. Takuma’s hand wrung once as he looked up before they limply dropped to his sides, still looking up he started walking towards the figure ahead. With slow steps he would make his way behind, expecting the figure ahead to acknowledge his existence, either he did or not, Takuma would silently walk up and then tap his elbow before pointing up at the painted sun.

“What does that mean?”
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Post by Punk Prince of New York October 24th 2021, 3:24 am

Ethan felt pleased with his work.

The spirit within him grumbled about it and he was sure the cops would have a few words if they caught him. Mostly freeze and the flash of pistols raised, both of which were not so fun. He didn’t like the idea of getting shot. Not enough to stay around if that threat came up.  Paint cans jingled around as he moved from his higher position, listening around for the sounds of the city around him.

Footsteps were what caught his ear, followed by a question. Enough pressure to suggest someone had moved close enough to even touch him.He whipped around, leaping back a few feet and feeling the power flow through him for a moment before quelling it. No, he couldn’t go around blasting anyone that just walked up to him. He felt that voice in the back of his head almost mocking him for the leap to violence.

Eyes narrowed in suspicious slits, keeping his attention on anything strange the guy might do. Looked around his age, though he was always a bad judge of age anyhow. ”That?” he turned to the bright yellows, oranges and blacks painted across the brickwork.

So someone was enjoying his work or it seemed like he was doing that. Hard not to feel a little pride, though these were the kind of streets where he couldn’t afford to take a person lightly. ”It means… a lotta things I guess. Walk around the city and you’ll see these anywhere. Before they get fucked up by the cops anyhow,” He huffed, though the spirit seemed fine with that.

With hands now buried into his jacket pockets he then bore his glare down towards the man before him. ”So who the fuck are you? Actually, ya know you shouldn’t just walk up to someone like that right?”
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Post by Leagalow Profiles January 6th 2022, 11:52 pm

“A lot of things… Alright, like what? If I told you I was thinking a lot of things, that tells nothing really, a whole lot of nothing. Is it some kind of gang symbol or something? Maybe a cult logo?”

Takuma’s hands found their way into his pockets on his jacket as he overlooked the artwork a second time, staring at it long and hard. In his own mind he was thinking up what it meant, if it was an artistic expression, maybe it had something to be interpreted from it. Takuma was sure to voice his idea of what it means.

“Well, it means the power, of course, I don’t know what kind of power but lots of it. Orange is a color that represents power I think, like energy stuff. It would be a great color for my costume maybe.”

Takuma’s arms found themselves crossed in front of him as he nodded his head, agreeing with himself at least in body language. The strange young gentleman did jab at Takuma’s own social ineptness, Takuma and his spiderweb mind already spun another little story to build off the criticism. Hands coming undone from their self-inflicted bind they seemed to dance about with sharp notes, akin to playing the piano in a violent manner with how he itterated things.

“See now you probably shouldn’t do that, but I had this idea that I should probably talk to another artist. Artist brains tend to be like explosives that just come back together given time.”

Takuma raised a hand with the palm facing upwards, dropping a knuckle with his opposite hand down he made a kind of motion connotating to an explosive being dropped.

“So to figure what they are like during that ‘explosion’ is pretty good stuff I suppose. Who knows maybe that's my subconscious trying to get me killed but the possible reward from it is incredible.”

Takuma would then turn back and tap the side of his head, giving a slowly growing grin as he chuckled before exclaiming his discovery thanks to Qualm, the sharp rise in power from this individual was bizarre, an incredibly unique signature was unfelt by Takuma before.

“You could have blown me to bits there, so your like some kind of superhuman too! But please, for the sake of curiosity, tell me more about what that was! It tasted amazing!”
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Post by Punk Prince of New York February 4th 2022, 7:08 pm

Ethan had answered the question but he didn’t think far enough ahead to consider what questions could come from that. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking in general, which the spirit had been telling him was a bad habit of his. Not that he listened to her either. His mouth hung open in confusion for a few seconds, mind trying to catch up with the scenario he found himself in. Not that it was too difficult for him to just walk away, but he for some reason didn’t. ”Kind of a weirdo ain’tcha?” he finally said, trying to parse over what was said. All thoughts of attacking the guy lost to the pursuit of understanding, as small as that might be. Sighing softly he looked back to the symbol, then to Takuma. ”Really never seen one of these around before? Alright, it’s some kinda symbol for that big hero Atlas. Some of the gangs, and some people he’s helped been spraying them around the city,”

It didn’t make sense to him but he liked the design. Something about it just clicked with his hooligan demeanor, and let him practice the whole spray painting arts. A two in one deal if you asked him. The guy still kept talkin though, in ways he wasn’t used to really and it put him on edge more and more. Not enough to consider him a threat really, but he didn’t really know how to respond. Maybe that was just how it was with some of the people in the world.  ”No idea what you’re talking about. I don’t blow people up, can’t do it either,” he deflected that maybe a little too defensively, a dismissive wave of the hand and turning around to avoid letting him see how his face changed.

This ones more perceptive than you might be giving him credit for, The spirit cooed, obviously more interested in the stranger than he was.

Well why don’t you go talk to him?

I have no coporeal form, only you can talk to him Ethan,

He ignored her there, turning back to Takuma for a moment before noticing it. The dark shadows moving within the faint glint of a lamp. Something he wasn’t sure the guy could see, though the shadow was moving towards the unknown male. ”Shit,” He took a hard step forward to grab Takuma’s wrist and hopefully wrench him out of the way of a strangely solid scythe of shadows that could have pierced his back. ”I wasn’t expecting that but you asshole have a bad habit of following me around,”
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Post by Leagalow Profiles February 27th 2022, 12:48 am

The mentioning of weirdo didn't exactly make Takuma change in any way, words were seemingly ignored as they didn't really register in his head working like a broken wiring issue brought into a fleshy form. Although he did pay a lot of attention to details on the sun symbol and what it actually meant, which he could say he was somewhat right with it regarding a lot of power, due to being rather horrible with symbolism in some of the most obvious sense the reference to the incredibly strong and well-renowned hero did supply a short and slow nod from Takuma as he scanned it once again, enjoying the simplicity of it all with the very neat key reference.

"Well that is interesting. Atlas? He is quite a big deal, yeah."

Ethan's reaction to Takuma pointing out the energy increase was quite stunning, according to him he couldn't blast people, so Takuma went to the next thing that came to mind.

"Oh, so you can like, project something but not explosive things. So like can you make physical things from that or something."


Takuma felt a sudden strong chill, a sharp prickling of needles running down his back as he recoiled a bit from the sensation, starting to turn around he was feeling the movement of this thing go, preparing to take a swipe out of him. However, he also felt the motion of Ethan reaching to grab and pull him out of the way, Takuma actually moved out of his own perceivable view, placing his wrist in Ethan's hand to be pulled, but well being pulled he jumped with the motion to make himself less of a weight, going over to the side quite a bit, bouncing on his toes as he went to a slow stop. Looking back at whatever it was, it forms hard to pick out with how it stood where it was, barely a shadow. Takuma could sense it was maybe at least tangible, otherwise, its attempt would have been likely impossible, at least in his realm of understanding.
Takuma placed his right foot forward and performed a solid leap, twisting his left foot into a strong mid-air roundhouse, the right foot followed quickly as a quick jab at it, landing with his left foot before recoiling back with another quick leap, landing with his right foot after performing the full 360-degree spin.
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Post by Punk Prince of New York March 10th 2022, 3:21 pm

Ethan felt like he was being ignored. It might have been aside from Atlas, the guy didn’t seem to react to anything else that had been said about him. Maybe he was just used to being called weird, because that was the only explanation and honestly he didn’t really care about that. ”He was a big deal yeah. Just like those other big strong guys who used to stomp around New York,” Atlas wasn’t the first strong handsome man who went around the city, and something told Ethan he would not be the last, if what the older people around was saying anything true.

Having the weirdo also point out his ‘energy’ or whatever was also pretty unsettling, though he felt as if he brushed that off well enough too. ”What are you going on about?” He questioned, eyes narrowing at him. Well, his focus wasn’t deep enough to not notice the shadow, which led to him reacting the way he did. Reaching out in the hopes he could  avoid having any dead bodies on his hand. Corpses were a pain and being accused of killing someone sounded like an even bigger pain.

As soon as the shadow formed, the guy seemed to slow his questions down a little.  So it seems my new enemy is trying to finish the job,

What did that even mean? His mind was running a mile a minute and all that left him with was anxiety. He barely even had time to recognize this stranger had pulled some manner of ninja flip and was kicking the shadow, which gave in from the force of the kick and just reformed once the solid matter passed through. Leaving blotches of black ichor clinging to the cloth and flesh, likely to sting where it touched skin.

He can’t touch that thing! The voice was like a cry in his head, enough to cause an ache for a brief second.

”F..fuck, alright. Don’t touch that thing if you can help it,” With a glance to the strange, he willed the street to pull him away, likely looking as if the very concrete beneath his feet had become liquid and shifted to pull Takuma away from the shadow. This was followed by the adjacent walls ripping jagged segments from themselves and with a clench of Ethan’s hand sandwiching the shadow between them.  ”No idea what that thing is but I think we should be trying to run,” Despite crushing it, he could see the shadow oozing between the crack and shattered bricking.
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Post by FantasyBound June 4th 2022, 9:04 pm

Immediate locking of joints and a reeling back of form, forcing his muscles to obey his brain Takuma was almost instant in response to Ethans words. Well stuck in awkward spacing his foot slid from beneath him as he became unbalanced, following with planting his feet on the ground and crouching he swerved a bit as he was shuffled away.

Fingers slid over the rough rocky surface as his eyes flicked and locked towards the shadowy source of something very potent to Takuma’s senses, the source searing his sensory ability.
Takuma finding an answer would get his mind to almost steer away from the minor catastrophic show of Ethan's abilities, standing and turning away he would take a few steps away before turning back to Ethan, waiting to follow him to upkeep talking to him.

I was talking about that there, so you're a terrakinetic!” Takuma would say excitedly, already seemingly forgetting the shadowy figure, which much further from the truth he could still detect something moving within, although that attack did hinder it greatly physically whatever it was still hadn’t been smothered and source ripped free from it’s fluid form.
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