02 - if others overwhelm you, overwhelm them. ^^

[eclissarenebbia]

Chi la fa l'aspetti. What goes around comes around.

An Italian proverb. Karma. It's easy enough to understand, easy enough to practice, easy enough to apply. You might feel a certain mental prodding should you come near, a certain warmth that leaves coldness at its wake. You might sense a spark, only to have it extinguished the next moment. You

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[twice_kept]

Ah, wow~ It's like Zaiphon.

[The sense of power from your flame is similar, at least. His own attribute would be Sun, although the power those of his world have manifests as something other than flame. And that wouldn't be the most interesting thing about him, either.]

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[That was a Sun flame. He looks up, a nonchalant, but curious expression on his face.]

Zaiphon...?

[He tilts his head to the side, blinking. Have the fawn speed towards you, before it morphs into a dove soaring high into flight.]

[twice_kept]

Mm! [He watches the dove, amused and enjoying the show.] A power, back home. The ability to convert life energy into three different types of power. It's controlled by the user conveying their emotions into the energy.

[Yes, yes, similar to the determination needed in Dying Will flames.]

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Mm~ [He blinks, but he smiles all the same, storing the information away. He understands, and he chuckles, letting the dove fall to the ground in the shape of a viper. It hisses and it slithers

before turning to ash]

Power. Emotions... empathy?

[In a way, it is sort of similar to his own Flames. Pretty much the same.

And look, the ashes, crumpled together spark.

And a white phoenix rises from a torrent of indigo flames.]

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Yep~ It usually manifests as words as a result. [He's still watching your shifting flame appreciatively, whistling at the sight of that phoenix.] Haah~ You're really talented. It's too bad I can't shift things like that~

[But he'll give you a quick demonstration anyway, raising a hand and moving it left to right, a translucent word appearing in the air symbol by symbol. It wouldn't be recognizable as any earthly script were you able to see it, but the fact is irrelevant, because the shield of flowing power now in front of you says it all: Protection. And the desire to protect can be felt clearly from the power itself.]

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[He pauses, simply staring blankly for a while, and then his fight lights up. He makes a small sound of awe as he leans closer to that aura, going on all fours and dropping the trident to the ground.

The pheonix burns again, and its engulfed by flames, and with a cry, from its beak erupts the roar of a dragon.]

Uwaa....

[The dragon circles you, its scales shiny and the color of the phoenix's vermillion feathers.

He likes that aura. Very much. And he reaches out a hand to touch it, letting the Mist flames wisp about in a mingling sort of way.]

[twice_kept]

[He gives a fond smile at the sight of that dragon--it's different from his other form, but it's still a connection. He holds his free hand out, letting his fingertips brush the dragon's scales as it circles.

He has no problem maintaining the shield for you while you reach. It's warm, perhaps comforting. And as the inspiration for Mikage's drive is his best friend, the contact will get you memories of a boy named Teito.]

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[He giggles. He sees not your memories, but he feels them. He empathizes with them, and he touches them briefly, mist flames wisping around them in a coiling embrace like that of a serpent's.

The hold is tight, yes, but it is not suffocating.]

Mm...

[He murmurs softly, watches the flames wisp around your own. Doesn't see you, but he can feel you and he chuckles. Your memories are warm. There is slight bitterness, but it is warm. It is kind. He likes them.]

[twice_kept]

[It makes him tense at first, that tight hold. It reminds him of when Ayanami took over--that man tightened his grip over memories and emotions and free will until possession couldn't be fought off any longer.
But your hold is simply there, not tightening any more than it was to begin with. Not seeking such malicious means. As such, he relaxes after a moment.]

Ah. [He lets the shield dissipate, because while the pull of the power ban is still light, he can feel it now, regardless. It'll only get stronger as time passes.] Say, what's your name? I'm Mikage~

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Mm.. Mikage.

[He echoes, peering at you curiously before smiling in a way akin to childishness.]

Nebbia. My name is Nebbia.

[The Mist flames don't go away.]