Begining Reconstruction(Open)

The city stood nearly silent. At least from up here it was anyway. The signs that stood across buildings were burnt out. There were still lights in many, but no way to fuel or power them. The academy needed a few supplies that were not going to be easy to get. Some were basic tools, such as an iron hammer. What would have used to be a trip down to the hardware store was now going to be a full operation. Pulling my body up, I would set myself down on a sign for an old pharmaceutical company. I could see the towers for the former division from here, and across the way, the building for that Shiori girl, the tea maker. What I wouldn’t have given for a glass of her hot tea right about now. That, and a cigarette. Any of these buildings might have what I was looking for. I knew the division was probably the last place to look, but KyroCorp might have its own garage, with the tools that I needed to repair the academy.
“hell..”
Taking a step forward, I would casually walk through the air a few paces before heading straight towards the large sign on the side of the building that was directing me. There was a feeling in my gut that trying to find a hardware store may have been easier than what I was about to do. After all, searching an entire corporate building for one hammer was going to be time consuming, but there might be other items there that would be of value. Like a leather chair, since mine was currently broken.

288 / 288 / 1(extra post)

The streets were nice and quiet. No traffic, no sirens, no people shouting at each other. It almost felt more peaceful than before the end of everything. Then again, most everything in the inner city was never really viewed thanks to that annoying spirit net. Approaching the end of the avenue, my head would rotate, looking carefully in both directions. Not for traffic, but to see if there happened to be anyone down here. The only spirits I had come across had left me alone, probably not even seeing me. The simple thought of a leather chair kept me going forward. In my mind, I was apologizing to Shiori for what I was about to do. Pillage a leather chair and a hammer, that was what all that I needed here. Gliding across the street, I would examine the entrance to the building. Broken glass was scattered across the also broken sidewalk. Patches of grass had eroded the once well kept streets of the city, ruining its former glory.
“here we go..”
Without hesitating, my arms would cross before I lifted an inch off the ground before floating forward and into the entrance. The double glass doors and a security desk would slowly pass by before I lowered to my feet in what appeared to be the main reception lobby. This place could definitely use a cleaning, it was almost ruined compared to the last time I had been here.

267 / 555 +1 (extra post)

Sparky? I guess I had been called worse. My gaze would shift over to the other one, with my mind snapping a face to the voice. Pale yellow eyes would confirm my mental inquiry, allowing me to acknowledge that it was the guard dog of Shiori. I was a little surprised that he showed such enthusiasm in these times. I recalled seeing him briefly at the tournament the other week, but we had not shared words at that point.
“yes.. I remember the hat. Was it that Halloween party? Yes.. I believe that was the one where we met. You came with Shiori. It’s been a long time since that girl made me tea. I guess she isn’t here, judging by the state of things. I wonder what it would take to renovate this place anyway. “
I’d laugh a bit at the thought of renovations, as they would require electricity, which would be better suited to giving me a hot shower than anything else. My eyes would wander across the reception lobby until a single work hit my ears. I wasn’t about to pass something like that up. After all, the odds of me finding something like that were far from looking positive right now. It made me wonder how this other spirit found it. Maybe he had a little luck, which was definitely something that wasn’t on my side as of late.
“is that really a cig? Where did you find that?”

258 / 813 | +1 (extra post), +1(4 posts)

I guess I could relax a bit. After all, it wasn’t looking like he was going to be taking any offensive against me right now. Thinking back to it, I guess that little skiff had been mostly my fault. Putting my hands in my pockets, I would casually stroll over and hop onto the reception desk, taking a look at the little stick of death. It looked absolutely fantastic. Looking it over, I would stick it in my mouth before raising my arms up to the sides of it. With both index fingers out, a charge would connect between the two, igniting the end of the paper wrapper and starting me on my way down bad habit lane.
“Yes, the party was absolutely boring. Far too much political bullshit for a party. It felt more like a costume dinner for bureaucrats than anything else. As for electricity, if I could stick my finger in an outlet and make something work, trust me I would. A hot tub would be the first thing on the list.”
I’d look around some more, surprised that a building of this size hadn’t been raided. Then again, security exits would be a pain to pry open, and the lockdown procedures of a facility like this, added with no electricity for elevators made it a prime place to continue operating out of.
“Sounds about right. She isn’t that easy to kill, for better or worse. I guess without power and the regressed intelligence of the humans these days, them climbing up an elevator shaft with any success is pretty slim at best. Come to think of it, I’m impressed they can exist at all.”

300 / 1113 | +1 (extra post), +1(4 posts)

“When this city was built, they evolved into the ability to work with those materials. The humans of these days existed with the work already done. Of course they learned how to use steel, it is an abundant resource that our generation left for them to play with. If it weren’t for that, they very well might still be throwing rocks and spears. Then again, it isn’t like their ability to use such things is capable of withstanding the strength of our kind, so it really doesn’t matter. Sheep will be sheep.”
I’d sigh, reminiscing for a moment about a hot shower, a good, stiff drink, and a night of casual sex on the rooftop of the academy. There were a few teachers I rather enjoyed, and if asked, I wouldn’t deny that they had been hired for their looks as much as anything else. Maybe I would get lucky and find that they were still alive somewhere. Chances were, however, that luck would not be on my side with that one. Taking a light hit off of the beautiful cancer stick, I’d reply.
“Yep, pretty much. That whole death thing kinda screwed all of us. I’ve regained most of my control and mastery, but I haven’t gotten to the point I used to be in terms of mass destruction. It wont be long though. How are you faring? This territory isn’t known as the safest so you had to have been getting back to where you used to be as well..”

268 / 1381 |+1, +2 (extra post), +1(4 posts)

Sometimes, the best things that can happen to a being are setbacks such as this. That was definitely something that I had learned the hard way, and come to accept. I, for one, had been able to take a more defensive control over the talents that my clan had taught me, and that I had often overlooked. At the sound of hand to hand skills, I thought about the growing strength that my body was carrying forward, an added compliment to the new, finer tuned lightning that was being used. It was odd that we were opposites, and yet so increasingly opposite. I had never, in my encounters with the oni, seen him massively use his magical force. I on the other hand was a combat oriented guard of the higher realm, trained and molded for combat. It made sense that my abilities would be used for protecting our borders through direct force and strength than anything else. I would smile as he finished, adding my own bit of commentary onto it. It must be a pain to not have full control over your psychological state, or deal with a form of magic that could directly effect it.
“Don’t get me wrong, this place could use some better company.. and some lights.. and maybe a cute receptionist..Anyway, what are you doing hanging around this relic? Got a top floor condo you reclaimed?”


261 / 1642 |+1, +2 (extra post), +1(4 posts)

So the oni was stuck here out of moral obligation to Shiori. I couldn’t honestly say that I felt a little bad for him just for that. Then again, the perks of a high rise place here was better than having your estate in the northern heights being squatted in by a bunch of back water tribesmen who don’t know the meaning of a shower. I would sigh and finish the cig before placing the end of it on the counter next to me, right next to a no smoking sticker. "every cute girl deserves a mini skirt.."
Irony was the worst kind of devil in my book, at least when it came to annoyances. A light sigh would escape my lips before I relaxed a bit.

“The academy survived for the most part, although the lack of power has kept me from getting back into most of the research and production facilities. It was meant to be a front for my research, but that is no longer needed. Right now there is a growing collection of people who have taken up residence in the auditorium, gym, and low levels of the dorms. They bring me gifts, and I let them stay there since I’m territorial of my work. Clearing out the gangs in the area was something I did back in the day, and it looks like these areas need it again. Everyone low level prick with a gun these days thinks they can run a gang, but I digress. “

259 / 1901 |+1, +3 (extra post), +1(4 posts)