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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Oct 14, 2016 1:56:59 GMT
Given normal situations Sumire did care about damaging nearby surroundings, however, today she didn't worry. Innocent lives, while troublesome, were expected in large scale encounters with powerful enemies. Sumire's own powers were not suitable for allies but she needed that particular aspect changed. For each power Sumire wielded, total number being three, each were passive. She held little control over them baring powering any three up with spiritual energy. Given Sumire had fully embraced her powers already training should be simple but that wasn't her case. The primal power within still couldn't fully manifest for various reasons; Most remained unknown.
More problems arose when activating Void Maw rather than simply letting dangerous beasts and other Humans with mystical might simply run amuck. But, Sumire simply couldn't let them risk neither robbing her store or running away potential customers. Additionally some small part of Sumire's heart didn't want any needless deaths. More deaths meant bad luck and bad luck meant less traffic meaning less money in her pocket. That and the spiritual police called Soul Reapers, she didn't need them come knocking on her door either. She had managed not activating Void Maw often during her stay in Naruki however she felt herself getting rusty. Despite enjoying a peaceful life she wasn't a city girl. No, she came from somewhere technology wasn't accepted.
So by having herself an area far away from possibly harming others she could freely train. The area was a simple ocean located far away from where anyone lived. No cities were nearby for miles so if she fell and drowned that would be her own problem to deal with. Her current attire was some weird getup her mom made for her awhile back that she hadn't worn yet. The magical girl outfit was suppose to classify her as a sorceress but Sumire detested the idea of dressing up like that. Well, if it would make her mom happy she wouldn't complain. Her mom did make it for her after all. |
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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Oct 14, 2016 2:34:44 GMT
A singular outstretched arm signified Sumire's beginnings. Sharp thumbnail sliced through skin with sharpened spiritual pressure flowing into hardened piece. Deep crimson dripped with heavy focus. The mixture between blade and mist needed a clear distinction. By causing Sumire's own blade to become the mist her first power produced she could easily control said mist. Well, in theory. However, how was Sumire to reach that point? Focusing any less on her blade would only make it weaker. She couldn't suppress her power. Sumire learned long ago denying how she felt wouldn't solve anything. She lived purely how she felt. By her own rules while simply abiding by society's when she saw fit. Besides, her own power was akin to destroying the entire world.
She focused on discarding any worries so she could place everything in the single thought of obtaining a higher level of power. All the mist that was produced by her body collapsed inward towards the sword, turning it black. However, just as it started clinging to blade's edge steel cracked. Supposedly she was doing something wrong but it didn't feel that way. No, something was wrong. If Sumire wanted to expand her control then she needed to let it run wild and not compress it. But still, she continued trying to force the black particles over the sword to simply try and see how things would turn out. Even if there was a backlash she was prepared to deactivate her Fullbring if something went wrong.
The blade violently shook then half broke off, fading away as it fell into black mist. The particles added onto and faintly burned white silver for a brief moment. There was black mist from it within the black mist, a darkness within darkness she could not see but did feel. Sumire looked down at her right hand that was bruised. Some of the reiatsu she poured into the blade backlashed into her body, causing a sharp intense pain that rattled her bones.
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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Oct 14, 2016 2:48:43 GMT
"Gah!" White-silvery flames scorch deep into and across pale skin. Had she not made preparations ahead of time with a defensive barrier then Sumire's entire arm would have been gone. Blood poured from her limp right arm that was covered in first degree burns. She could believe it happened. After all, she kept expending more and more spiritual pressure into both her blade and mist. She tried fusing the two effectively inside her body however that didn't turn out well. Despite her body being able to produce it passively she wanted to force it down. Unlike some people Sumire's own spiritual powers harmed her. Maybe it was due to a lack of control or another reason, but she didn't want to stop regardless.
Logically speaking, Sumire's power possibly harmed her because she didn't want to get hurt herself. Despite not understanding the concept of fear she did know pain, she didn't like pain but didn't mind it. Even still, part of her wanted to stop while another got fired up at the thought of digging deeper into her powers. With her Fullbring still activated Sumire's mostly broken sword, now with just fragments of a hilt, had started fading away as she violently raised her spiritual pressure. It soared as she poured more and more power into the mist, causing winds to spasm from her vortex of power that that mix started to feast upon. However, portions of the wind were not transforming like it use to through her power.
Rather, silver and white mixed together forming a faint azure color that came more and more brilliant. Sumire's body was covered by black mist, completely unable to see outside the thick darkness that latched onto her skin. Her skin felt as though it was melting as her spiritual energy got hotter and hotter. It rapidly pulsed throughout her being and suddenly completely vanished.
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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Oct 14, 2016 4:06:21 GMT
The reiatsu leaking out from Sumire began calming. Seeping into her body the blade and hilt had now completely vanished. The previous black mist around her body began fading away, only leaking out in small portions from her body with the lingering spiritual pressure. "Ah, so this is--yes, this is what I've been looking for." Spoke Sumire with a devious grin. Like the devil himself who just obtained a prized soul to play with, Sumire laughed for a brief moment in a chuckle as she gripped her right hand tightly allowing the reiatsu to form into a plasma like mist. Overall it was definitely far stronger than her previous technique's form.
If she had to place a number, maybe three or four times stronger based off the amount of power that resinated from it. Constant azure-silver lights sparked as the vary air around her hand was being sliced apart. Nothing could escape what was basically plasma in form. "I'm not completely sure what I might do with you now." Tossing the bit into the air she formed it into a ball to get a grasp of the controls, which wasn't much different than controlling her mist from before. But rather than simply spreading it out farther she could now redirect where it went through mental or physical gestures. "Yes, I'm quite pleased with myself. Maybe I'll go reek some chaos> Yes, I haven't done that in quite a long time."
For the first time in awhile Sumire felt her old self returning. A side of her that was once put down, but the harbinger of the primal era could only be contained for so long.
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