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A soft snarl raised from Mikhail as he glanced at the garage. Several days of watching the small building had him conclude there was still no one present. And that the building was abandoned. So, to remain low profile and for a change, not sleep in a dumpster, this garage would do fine. The human looked up at the night sky and pushed himself up from his casual leaning pose against the lamp post. Several weeks had gone past since he had actual contact with a human, even if she was human, and he had picked up several words, both in japanese and english. It wasn't too difficult to learn such mundane things as languages for him.
After all, he was scientifically engineered to have an augmented brainwave capacity, aswell as learn much faster than the average human. While he wasn't on the level of a native speaker, communication with the natives would be much easier now.
Thoughts were interrupted as he reached the door of the abandoned garage. Ofcourse, it was locked. He closed his hand around the padlock and let out a soft sigh under his laboured breathing. Mikhail took several steps back, pulling a hooked pin from his pocket. Living on the streets had thought him a lot of things. Breaking open locks to storage containers was one of those. With a soft croon of approval that errupted from behind the mask, the padlock dropped down. The chains rustled loudly and Mikhail pushed open the door, picking the lock and the chains up. They could come in handy for later.
Mikhail glanced around, a small office to his left, another door to his right, wich he pushed open, revealing the small workshop attached to the garage. His eyes widened in surprise and anticipation as he saw several racks filled with tools. Two ruined cars. He walked over to a workbench in the workshop and emptied his pockets, various pieces of scrapped electronics.
But first, he needed electricity. To light up the place and create electricity for various powertools.
So, a generator it was. Plans seeped into his mind to change the office into his bedroom.
Again she was out and about, doing her normal strut. Long white hair down her back, bright red eyes that glowed like a cats. She was dressed quite casual, a white tee and black cardigan, black Chuck T's and a blue pair of pants. By chance she'd changed her route just a little bit, turning down an alley she usually didn't fiddle with. But tonight it seemed to attract her, something about it had completely captured her attention. So she headed behind the tall building with the intention of seeing what's up, that's when she heard the sound of the chain landing on the ground.
She peeked around the corner, saw a familiar face and got to wondering what was going on. She watched quietly and patiently, but she didn't hear any alarms. Either way she didn't wanna take a chance, she was making sure this place was clear before she chose to advance. She clicked her tongue, her hair started glowing bright, and her body started going off like it was the fourth of July. Hand outstretched she sent a simple charge through the building, only affecting anything that could possibly reveal them to the police. Though all the bulbs and such inside would probably shatter and crash as they suddenly overheated. Hopefully she didn't scare his ass, she clicked her tongue and went back to normal before revealing herself at last.
She walked through the door and peeked her head in, "Mikhail, are you ok?" The only difference this time is she'd say it in Russian. She stayed where she was waiting for an answer, though her senses were already searching for his presence in the building.
{Spoiler}Name: 電磁石 - Denjishaku - Electromagnet Class: Soul Release Tier: II Type: Passive Range: Self - 100m Description: Hikari's electromagnetic powers allows her full manipulation of her surroundings by allowing targeted objects to become magnetized including all ferromagnetic, paramagnetic and diamagnetic objects, such as oxygen, organic material, etc. Also the manipulation of magnetic fields. She can also stick to anything that she's able to magnetize.
Name: 極性変化 - Kyokusei Henka - Polarity Change Class: Soul Release Tier: II-III Type: Passive/Activated/Defensive Range: Self Description: Hikari generates something akin to a magnetic field from herself at all times, this repels any spiritual attack of equal or lower tier and advantages sending it back to the user. The tier III version has a duration of 7 posts then resets back to the passive version as there is no cool down.
Mikhail's eyes went wide in shock as each and every lightbulb in the storage depot decided to suddenly light up brightly before exploding, causing the youngster to shield his eyes and step back with a grunt. "Gah," he murmured in frustration as he looked up, glowering at the lightbulbs. "Fuck," he cursed in russian, before his ears twitched at a rather similair language. His eye flared up red as a crow flocked down on Hikari's shoulder as she entered, causing him to relax when he felt a reiatsu and presence that was similair and known to him. The unknown entity, Hikari.
He met her in the small hall.
"Hikari," he stated, followed by a deep and hitching breath, "I'm ok." He replied, even seeming to slightly struggle finding the correct words in even his own language. "You speak language I understand," another deep breath followed his words. A relieved look visible on what she could see of his face. "Why are you here?" He inquired as the crow on her shoulder cawed softly and flicked his wings to sit on Mikhail's shoulder instead. Confusion was seen on his face, after seeing her go last time, he doubted whether they'd ever meet again.
The sudden realisation hit him. What if he broke into her territory? Did this place belong to her? It was impossible, he checked the area out for several days. "This," a deep breath, "yours?" He gestured at the walls. Genuine confusion in his eyes.
She heard him swear, and from that she assumed he was alive, maybe hurt, but alive. She was about to take a step in when she felt something land on her shoulder and again there was a bloody crow within her midst. This... this was the sign that he was ok. Good to know she hadn't hurt him. She stepped in, by now her senses locked onto him and pinpointed his position to her. She made her way through the building until she came to see him, standing in a mess of broken glass. Surprisingly he didn't have a single scratch on him.
She looked more directly at him than over his body as he asked her why she was there, in very choppy Russian. "Well after our last encounter, I decided to brush up and I'm not here for any specific reason, I was just out for a walk and happened to come upon you is all." She looked around the messy place before looking back at Mikhail, "Though I am curious as to why you're here? I mean you did have to break in, so I doubt you know who this place belongs to."
She wasn't sure what it was about this guy and putting himself into odd situations where he could possibly be arrested in a foreign country. Sure enough he confirmed her assumption as he asked if it was her property. A genuine laughter left her lips as she shook her head, "No it isn't mine, though it doesn't seem like anyone has owned it for awhile. My guess is it might belong to the city at this point. Though one might be able to acquire it. What did you plan on doing here?" As she spoke she kept her ears peeled, even if she had managed to diffuse the security system she wasn't sure if anyone had actually managed to catch the signal before she had done so. And she wasn't eager to be caught by the police, not only was it a hassle to explain why she was here. If they tried to find her in their system, there would be nothing there about her, and she suspected nothing about Mikhail either which would only raise more questions and make the situation stickier.
"Coincidence?" A deep breath followed the word. "Everything-" a soft exhale, "-has a reason," was what he answered, like a true advocate of science. Though, it didn't nescessarily mean it was her intention to seek him out. He followed her gaze around, glancing around at the floor. "Need.. A house," he took another deep breath. "Can't keep running around with," another soft exhale, "these electronics." He took another deep breath and closed his eyes, stepping back from Hikari and raising his hands, gesturing at the building as a whole. "Yours?" He inquired with a soft snarl. She sure made him believe it was hers, the way she asked. She smiled, laughed. A curious thing. There wasn't anything funny, was there?
But, she did give her answer. And posed another question. So, this was proper conversation? A series of questions and answers? A good way to gather information, that much was true. "Sleep, live, build," was what he summed up, before taking another deep breath. "Abandoned," he started his explanation as he exhaled slowly. "So.. Mine now." The logic was infallible. If no one else used, or the previous owner was nowhere to be found, what harm was there in taking it for his own? And he didn't like the idea of losing this place after finding it so soon. Since it was filled with knowledge.
So he thought their current meeting had some reason behind it, that it wasn't just coincidence. It seemed that her new acquaintance here was a fate believing lad. Those that followed fate usually tended to end up either at the bottom of the pile broken and crying or on top with a crown on their head. With that being said the head is usually being targeted by someone wishing to sever it. Still she had enough of the morbid thoughts running through her mind as she took in the space around them, it was large enough, though she had to admit it needed work. Not sure if he needed to carry that out though if all he was going to do was store his stuff here. Then he mentioned living, sleeping and building.
"So you plan to make this home then." She gave a quick turn, her eyebrows quirking up in slight confusion. "I guess I see the appeal, but what do you mean by build?"
If she had to guess, she would assume he meant like a lab or something of the sort simply because he seemed like a tech geek. What with his habit of taking electronics and other things off wrecked cars and wanting to keep them around him. Though she didn't like to assume, so she asked anyways just to confirm for herself and to continue the conversation. Still it was funny how he thought he could just take it and own it, but she wouldn't be the one to crush his dreams. Actually depending on what he was planning, she might help him achieve it.
"Yes," Mikhail answered with another deep breath, making his way into the workshop and sitting down on one of the worktables, pushing aside some tools. "Electricity.. Lights.. Proper workshop.. Gadgets," he answered, pulling up a sketchbook from his pocket and holding it out to her. If she had any idea on how electronic schematics worked, how the details worked out, she'd know she was looking at generator that could be powered by some form of reiatsu. Yet, getting a liquid form of reiatsu would be the problem here. But, Mikhail was already formulating a strategy for that. Though he'd have to make do with his own energy.
As she skipped through the pages, next to regular sketches, faces he occasionally drew, she'd notice more and more ideas and concepts, ranging from climbing gloves, certain weaponry and vehicles. Both weeled and bi-pedial, all with hastily scribbled notes added to what kind of systems should be included or what type of spraypaint would be best. He sat back on the table, looking around before pushing himself up, heading to explore the rest of the store. Crows flocking to him as he did, crimson smoke still errupting from his left eye as he wandered about, taking inventory of his new compound. It was still pretty well equipped despite being very run down.
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