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Event Twenty-One

Sometimes I feel happy,
Sometimes I feel sad.
Sometimes I feel curious,
Sometimes I feel mad.
Sometimes I feel silly,
Sometimes I feel surprised.
How many feelings,
Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong.

This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all.

And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all.

Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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Enviable? [He repeats, clutching a hand over his chest. He's not sure what could possibly be envied about being in that situation.]

When I first became a Devilman, I felt like I lost control. I don't remember anything -- but Ryo said I killed all the demons in the Sabbath and took him to hospital, so I guess it was okay. [A pause.] Other times... like when my parents died... All I wanted to do was fight and kill things.

[And sometimes around Miki, he almost felt his self-control slipping, but he can't bring himself to talk about those urges around Pyra.]

[ ... ]

I'm surprised.

[ Whatever his question had been about her mention of envy is brushed aside. She seems to be suddenly curious, if nothing else, about this topic of losing control. ] The urge to only want to kill and destroy, triggered by anger and grief...

That doesn't sound so demonic. Or devilish. Not fully, anyway. [ How would she know? She doesn't. She only has what humans have come up with about demons and the like to base her assumptions upon. Otherwise, they don't exist in her world. ] It sounds quite human to me.

[ She reaching out to him, to his hand and bringing it in both of hers if she can, turning over his hand so that she might inspect his palm, spreading his fingers apart. ] In rage, in sorrow... These hands, human or otherwise... have been covered in blood.

Yeah.

[Akira goes still, letting her inspect his hands. They've certainly been covered with their share of blood, human and demon alike. Or, more recently, dragon's blood.]

Are you worried about me? [He's trying to figure out what, if anything, has brought on the sudden line of questioning. She seems to understand his perspective, anyway, which is a relief.]

Always. [ Pyra presses a thumb into the center of his palm tenderly, but she doesn't stop there. ]

Tell me, Akira, [ Guiding his hand upward, she raises it to press it against her own cheek, where she leans into the touch. Closing her eyes, she breathes in. ] ...How do I feel to you?

[ Opening her eyes, she blinks twice as she look at him. ] ...Human?

[Akira's heart beats a little faster as she guides his hand to her cheek, and his thumb brushes fondly across her skin. They're so close like this, he could kiss her.

It isn't the time, of course, given what she's asking him, but his expression is a little flushed as he replies.]

Yeah. [He doesn't know if she's human at all, and he's seen plenty of reasons to doubt it. But the way she looks, feels, acts... To him, much of it still seems very human.] It doesn't matter if you aren't. How you feel is most important.

[ His reaction seems to give her pause as she notes the blush on his cheeks, the way he looks at her. She doesn't bring it up, instead...

It may seem as if this is the sort of reaction she wants from him, from the way she holds his gaze firmly, how the corners of her lips turn upward. ] Even if I were a demon myself?

[ Soft, her voice is still soft, as is her touch, because she doesn't remain idle with what her guides his hand.... Down, she moves his fingers down her cheek, down her neck, down to-- just beside the crystal upon her chest. ] Even if I wanted to destroy the world?

[Akira's pulse quickens as she moves his hand down further to her chest, stopping right by the crystal. Is she-- flirting with him? He's not sure, and it's doubly confusing given the dissonance between what she's saying and what she's doing. Still, he keeps his hand there, his gaze flitting from the crystal and back to her face.]

You're not a demon, and you don't want to destroy the world. [He says that firmly.] Even if you did in the past... That's not who you are now.

[ .... ]

You don't know that.

[ The hand that she has over his, pressing right at the side of her chest, and one by one her fingers link through his, keeping his touch rooted there to her. He'll be able to feel the prickle of energy of the crystal right beside it, and... ]

Just like, how... ultimately, you don't know if you won't either.

[ A step closer to him means they're now mere inches apart, that his hand that she has upon her is pressed just at the top of her breast. She's placed his hand there for more than the reason of drawing his attention in such a way-- with this, he'll know for certain that there is no heartbeat there, nothing to make her human. Yet her warmth remains as always, and her flesh is deceptively soft just as she had been crafted to be. ]

A heart that's half-man, half-devil... [ She lowers her voice. ] ...who doesn't know if they will have full control of themselves... [ A breath escapes her, derisive and pitying. ] You are a tradgey waiting to happen.

Who knows when you might lose control.

[ With her free hand, she brings it up to him now, to place it just over his chest. ] Perhaps...

We should have left you for dead back then.

[His hand on her breast, however marginal, is driving him crazy, and it's getting harder to hide-- well, this whole situation is hot as hell. Her words are cruel and not like the Pyra he knows, but right now, she could stab him in the gut literally as well as metaphorically and he'd be into it. The hand on his own chest makes him realise she'll feel just how fast his heart is racing.]

But you didn't. [He says, soft, his lips only a fraction from hers.] You gave up your own strength to save me.

[And now, whether she liked it or not, part of her life force had been granted to Akira. It's too late to have regrets.]

A mistake.

[ Her hand drops from pressing his into her chest, but she makes no move to take his touch away from where it is located right now. It seems that she needs to feel him just a little bit more as she speaks for whatever reason, to bring him closer, because that same hand is now traveling up to his chin, finger going to his chin to tilt it towards her. ]

........I can feel it. [ His heartbeat hammering away within his chest, literally.

They're close enough already, but now her lips are just a hair breadth's from his. Everything about him is warm, inhumanly so, more than she is. Her voice is rich and saccharine as she teases out: ]

You want to lose that control.

[It occurs to Akira that there's something odd about Pyra's behaviour, but she's also toying with him a little too well for him to do much about it just yet.

Instead, he closes the tiny distance left between them and kisses her, a soft and gentle -- albeit inexperienced -- kiss. One hand caresses the back of her neck, and as he breaks away, he whispers.]

Are you going to kill me?

[ As his lips press to hers, lightly and softly, it's as if a single drop has disturbed the glass of an otherwise empty void. The effects ripple through her, and she feels for one brief instant that something is wrong... that, perhaps, she should be feeling more and wants to feel more. But just like a pond's surface returning to its untouched state, the effect settles with only a trace of warmth of having been there at all. It is, however, a warmth that is desirable... and tempting, like she's touched something forbidden and not meant for her, only making it more intriguing.

.....As for Akira himself.

She has him. Or, rather, she thinks she has him within her grasp, his attention, his desires, his want, so she keeps him close, her hand upon his chest and her other just at his jaw, lips parted as he pulls away from the kiss. ] No, no....

[ Her lips are at the corner of his, her eyelids heavy, her touch soft...

And then the hand upon his chest suddenly constricts at the fabric of his shirt and the one at his jaw clenches it. She grips him tightly, and then throws him upon one of the pews. She's over not even a second later, hand slamming down just to the side of his head, knee between his legs intentionally, and leaning down over him. There, she pauses; there, she lets a moment pass for him to take it all in, the heat from her body to the warmth of her breath upon his cheek. There, she leans down to him, lips curling and betraying the a dark, derisive, and self-deprecating smile as she whispers to him: ]

I'm going to kill Ryo. [ For Ryo was the one she had seen in Akira's heart, Ryo was the one who so graciously allowed her to participate in resurrect him via the grimoire's spell, and Ryo is-- she is certain that he is especially dear to Akira, for being from his world. And if she can target him, if she can make it seem like she will, if she can incite anger within Akira enough to bring out that other side in him— ]

So that you will kill me.

[It happens too fast, Akira feeling himself flung into a pew and too shocked to react until she already has one hand on his head and her knee between his legs. He snarls in pain and shock, nails digging into the wood, but he doesn't resist, doesn't fight back just yet.

Until she threatens Ryo.

A low growl rumbles from his throat, and he grabs Pyra's wrist. Were she a human, and if he wanted to, he could tear her arm straight from her shoulder. But he doesn't-- the superhuman strength of his grip alone is a warning that she does not want to pick a fight with him.]

Leave Ryo out of this.

[ She tilts her head to the side, hair falling over the sides of her face like a curtain, the tail-ends of soft, red strands brushing along his cheek. ] For all of his intelligence, he didn't let you fall to the forest guardian.

But I would have. [ Her voice lowers impossibly further, almost as quiet as the hum of the crystal's power upon her chest. ] I would have left you there even though I could bring you back.

I would have dragged your poor, lifeless and bloodied body through Chroma all the way back to him for him to see you, too. [ And she actually would have, although not in the cruel way she is saying here. She would have brought him back to Ryo, respectfully and sorrowfully and with tears in her eyes and laid him at his feet with all the apologies she could give to him in the world.

Pyra is aware of his hand upon her wrist, but that doesn't stop her here. She leans her body down over him, pressing her weight on him as her slides up along his. It seems that one way or another, she wants to keep him there, she wants him to stay as he is, captivated and distracted by her. There's a thrill to seeing him beneath her and distressed, confused and hurt, it's a sensation that crawls up her spine like spiders just as that growl escapes him. ]

But what sort of expression will he make now? I should film it. You know, just like how he filmed your family being slaughtered. [ In his heart. ] If you're still friends with him after that, [ Musical, her tone is almost like a song at this point. ] I think we can still be afterwards.

[Akira screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, as if he does so, he won't have to believe a word she's saying.] Listen to yourself, Pyra! This isn't you!

[It's like she's possessed, or like something of the kind, sweet woman he knew has been taken away, leaving only a callous shell with Pyra's face behind. This isn't what she'd thought all along, is it? Surely this is just another effect of the town, even if it hurts.

If she were a demon, she would be dead already. But he can't fight her. Not Pyra, no matter how much she wants to provoke him. He struggles only enough that he won't hurt her, starting by trying to pull her hand away from his head to restrain her.]

Do you want to get killed that badly?!

[ He manages to pull her hand away, but what does that accomplish but by taking away her last bit of balance between them. Her forehead now pressed to his, she uses his opportunity to bring her one free hand up his side, feeling him. Are his muscles taught, is he trembling? She wants to know if he fears her now, she wants that emotion to be positively palpable. ]

I want....

[ Just as she is about to finish her short sentence, something about seeing him like this, hearing the urgency in the tone in his voice, the worry, the-- panic? Well, whatever it is, it strikes a chord within her, and she stops. Pyra's brow furrows, and she blinks.

Do you want to get killed that badly?! ]

[ She... she does. Or. She did? Or... something like that. When she had first come here, that was the only thing on her mind, to erase her existence in order to protect the world she so cherished. But somewhere alone the line, she had grown selfish, she had began to form deeper connections with others here-- and Akira. Akira was the first of them, the first one that she bonded with through a quest, the first one who cried for her. She had promised to herself, once, to do her best not to give him a reason to cry, didn't she? What was the emotion behind it, what was it, and how come she does not have that now....?

..... ] You.. have a good heart, Akira.

[ She says tenderly, and something of her old self comes alive again even as she lies atop of him. There's something a little more sincere in the way that she caresses the side of his face now, a little more intimacy in her voice-- or, perhaps, grief. Because her real self, the one with all of her emotions, always, always carries sorrow in her tone. ]

You would make the correct choice.... in killing me before I would slay any of those here.

[Akira isn't trembling with anything besides anger; he's unafraid of her, no matter how distorted she's become, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart still pounds in his chest. But when she lies atop him, caressing his face, he's still tense, as if expecting to be attacked at any moment.]

Pyra...

[He puts his arms around her, both a gesture of affection but also to keep her where she can't get away and try to act on her threats.]

I'm not killing you, and I'm not letting you hurt anyone else.

[ With his arms around her, her body seems to tense against his, and she's momentarily distracted by his touch. Instead of being a ways of pushing her off or fighting against her, he's holding her. He's keeping her to him. Instead of initiating any sort of violence against her, he's keeping her still. ] Y-you....

[ There's a new tremble in her voice, as if something is dueling withing her. ]

You're making another mistake. [ To not kill her. Because if she doesn't... if she doesn't, she will kill him, and then she'll harm Ryo.

Or will she? She... ]

[The fact that she's hesitating to attack any further is all the confirmation he needs that he's doing the right thing. Pyra's not in her right mind, and even if these are real desires of hers, she doesn't truly want to have anyone hurt or killed but herself. She's had ample time to kill him already.]

I'm not. [He pauses. He wants to kiss her again, show her how he feels. But he won't. If Pyra really isn't in her right mind it wouldn't be fair, so he settles for simply continuing to hold her like this.]

You gave me my life back. Now I'm going to protect you.

I--

[ ....Ah. Something really hurts, thinking about this. It's like she's missing something, but every time she tries to search, internally, for what has been missing all she comes up with is emptiness. Which can't be right, because she is certain something was there-- here, here, she can even look through her recent memories, replay them all to herself, see what was being said, what was being done...

It's gone.

Something's gone. ]

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