[ there's a minuscule part of him that's curious what that means, because he can't imagine having come here without... you know, himself. he won't ask though. learning this magic is more important right now.
nodding, ookurikara draws his sword and settles into a beginning stance, waiting only a moment before starting the practice maneuvers he likes to go through when there's no one around to spar with. he starts slow this time, trying to recall the feeling from before, and about three moves in, there are sparks. a few more, and they grow to small flames.
but he still can't maintain it, and they are gone just as quickly. he stops then, turning to lune as if to say "ta-daaaa" in that very tsun way of his. ]
I am not allowed to harm enough to impair any of you... but I imagine the threat of it might be enough to replicate the sensation you need. I do not mind if I lose either.
[but they'll appear to pull a fan out of their sleeve - though in the glint of the sun, it becomes apparent that it is metal as opposed to merely for decoration]
At your leisure, then.
[their tone is light, as if they still are taking a stroll in the park.
but their stance melts into something ready, prepared for attack]
he'll raise an eyebrow at the fan - he was definitely expecting a sword, but it doesn't matter. following lune's lead, he'll settle back into a ready stance, taking a breath to steel himself before lunging at him with a wide downward slash. ]
[lune does not appear unbothered, snapping the fan shut to fortify it's strength and then raising it to parry the sword. sparks fly from the collision of steel, and if anything there appears to be a smile in their voice]
The young one has much to learn.
[and they'll move to put more strength into their arm to knock kara back. their voice still light]
Again.
Focus on the energy that this area gives you.
[the perpetual heat, the intensity of the flames, let it drive him further so that he feels something more than the steel in his hands]
[ he falls back, staring flatly at lune. it seems they're stronger than he expected, especially in managing to push him back with only a metal fan. that information is filed away for later.
then ookurikara holds the sword before him, closing his eyes to tap into the resolve he uses against the revisionists, to bring it together with the thrum of power he feels in this terrain. for a brief second, he tries to call those flames back, but they don't appear, not yet.
so he simply goes in for another attack, this time a jab toward lune's chest. ]
[ (': everyone trying to fight sol but lune is also here just hanging out
anyway lune will watching kara thoughtfully as he moves, noting his concentration. when the next jab comes, so does an elegant and swift turn from lune, sweeping his leg out in a half circle to fully rotate their body out of the way from kara's jab.]
Think of how to make the energy useful to you.
[where a flame could catch lune's sleeve or something similar so that some damage is done even if it doesn't come directly from the blade]
[ even though he isn't trying to do lune any real harm, ookurikara feels a brief flash of irritation at being dodged. hisoka had done the same just the other day, and - well, kara prefers to be taken seriously in a fight, not played with.
it may be that thought that sends sparks dancing over the dragon on his blade, as he turns to follow through with another strike. ]
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I mean only that whatever created this world, and whatever created yours, may in fact be one and the same.
[but they're definitely in the fiery area now and lune will proceed as if unbothered by the heat]
You have accessed your powers a few times now, haven't you?
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[ for all that he is a dragon, fire is not a part of him like his sword is. it doesn't come as naturally. ]
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Anger. The only other time I did it was when I was practicing with my sword.
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Would you care to demonstrate?
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nodding, ookurikara draws his sword and settles into a beginning stance, waiting only a moment before starting the practice maneuvers he likes to go through when there's no one around to spar with. he starts slow this time, trying to recall the feeling from before, and about three moves in, there are sparks. a few more, and they grow to small flames.
but he still can't maintain it, and they are gone just as quickly. he stops then, turning to lune as if to say "ta-daaaa" in that very tsun way of his. ]
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Splendid, splendid. Thank you.
[polite!]
What do you think of when you move your sword?
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My resolve to defeat the enemy.
[ yeah, that sounds right. ]
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[thoughtfully]
Then if you were given an enemy, do you believe that you would be able to focus better?
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Are you offering?
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[but they'll appear to pull a fan out of their sleeve - though in the glint of the sun, it becomes apparent that it is metal as opposed to merely for decoration]
At your leisure, then.
[their tone is light, as if they still are taking a stroll in the park.
but their stance melts into something ready, prepared for attack]
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[ just. putting that out there.
he'll raise an eyebrow at the fan - he was definitely expecting a sword, but it doesn't matter. following lune's lead, he'll settle back into a ready stance, taking a breath to steel himself before lunging at him with a wide downward slash. ]
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The young one has much to learn.
[and they'll move to put more strength into their arm to knock kara back. their voice still light]
Again.
Focus on the energy that this area gives you.
[the perpetual heat, the intensity of the flames, let it drive him further so that he feels something more than the steel in his hands]
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then ookurikara holds the sword before him, closing his eyes to tap into the resolve he uses against the revisionists, to bring it together with the thrum of power he feels in this terrain. for a brief second, he tries to call those flames back, but they don't appear, not yet.
so he simply goes in for another attack, this time a jab toward lune's chest. ]
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anyway lune will watching kara thoughtfully as he moves, noting his concentration. when the next jab comes, so does an elegant and swift turn from lune, sweeping his leg out in a half circle to fully rotate their body out of the way from kara's jab.]
Think of how to make the energy useful to you.
[where a flame could catch lune's sleeve or something similar so that some damage is done even if it doesn't come directly from the blade]
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it may be that thought that sends sparks dancing over the dragon on his blade, as he turns to follow through with another strike. ]