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A Surprising Detour
Apr. 23rd, 2008 11:37 amStepping away from Hephaistos, Akuma started to head over to his usual portal. He would normally trust Mai with handling herself -oh, and the infant too- but these were far from normal circumstances. Mai may do perfectly well facing Orochi foolishness or crime syndicates, but she lacked that warrior's edge of ruthlessness; to be willing to do whatever needs be done.
He often wondered if that irritated or intrigued him more.
Still, the flowing rush of unbound time broke against him, eddied and whorled as he plowed straight through. Kind of similar to walking upstream in a river, actually, without the added benefit of freshly cleaned clothes. Though come to think of it, his gi suddenly looked as fresh as when he'd torn the sleeves off... and the rope it was belted on with looked as if it would crumble at a touch. Huh.
All this swirling time certainly makes it hard to see, and what little that might be glimpsed was pretty much warped into unrecognizability. If Akuma didn't have such an absolute sense of direction, he might've started to doubt himself, but all those years walking the Earth did have some use after all.. Ah, here's the portal. Wait, nothing here! What..? Oh, there it is. Just another foot forward. Step...
Ah, back in Japan. It always felt good to see the old familiar mountains- Why was he on Shikoku? The portal was supposed to open in Kansai! And what were all these weaklings in uniforms doing?
Wait.
He KNEW those uniforms. As a child, he saw them.
But how could he be back in World War II!?
He often wondered if that irritated or intrigued him more.
Still, the flowing rush of unbound time broke against him, eddied and whorled as he plowed straight through. Kind of similar to walking upstream in a river, actually, without the added benefit of freshly cleaned clothes. Though come to think of it, his gi suddenly looked as fresh as when he'd torn the sleeves off... and the rope it was belted on with looked as if it would crumble at a touch. Huh.
All this swirling time certainly makes it hard to see, and what little that might be glimpsed was pretty much warped into unrecognizability. If Akuma didn't have such an absolute sense of direction, he might've started to doubt himself, but all those years walking the Earth did have some use after all.. Ah, here's the portal. Wait, nothing here! What..? Oh, there it is. Just another foot forward. Step...
Ah, back in Japan. It always felt good to see the old familiar mountains- Why was he on Shikoku? The portal was supposed to open in Kansai! And what were all these weaklings in uniforms doing?
Wait.
He KNEW those uniforms. As a child, he saw them.
But how could he be back in World War II!?
