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Ishiah ([personal profile] priorcommitment) wrote2014-03-16 08:45 pm
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and i am a weapon of massive consumption

In the time that Ishiah's known Okumura Rin, he's quickly learned that the young boy isn't someone who learns by theory or instruction, but instead through practice. To someone who has had the skill built into his mind by design, trying to find ways to ramp Rin up in the ways of swordfighting is difficult. Extracting his power in a manageable way, even more so.

But the more time Ishiah spends with the young boy, the more he comes to realize the depth of the power and potential in him. In the short term, Rin needs to be able to harness that power for good; in the long run, Ishiah would prefer to be someone who knows those abilities inside and out, in the event that he ever has to fight them directly.

The situation reminds him of Caliban's in more ways than one.

Ishiah makes his way over to an abandoned warehouse out beyond the suburbs, wanting the privacy and space necessary for Rin to speak frankly about his power. In time, he plans to make the very same trip with Rin's brother, not entirely convinced that Okumura Yukio is as fully human as he would have others believe. But in the few interactions he's had with both brothers, it's clear that being in one another's presence makes both of them hold back in ways.

"Rin," he says, lifting his gaze when he hears steps echo within the wide walls of the main room. "Thank you for taking the time to join me."
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[personal profile] phosphor 2014-03-17 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's no problem," Rin says, voice still softly uncertain, but polite, in its own, particular way. Gone is the standoffish tone that Rin had initially taken with Ishiah, replaced with something not quite meek, not quite friendly either. He lifts a hand to scrub at the back of his neck as he cross the distance, the tip of his tail giving a twitch in curiosity.

His other hand grips Kurikara in its sheathe loosely at his hip. He keeps the sword at his side as much as possible, again. Since Yukio's arrival, there had been too many shakeups. Enough that his father's warning weighs on his conscience. Never set it aside.