Two Titans (Kazu+Uriel)

[Freyalise]

Wearing multiple layers of fleece pajamas under his casual clothes and coat and several wooly socks inside second hand boots, Kazu couldn't help but curse himself for being so incurably awake at this hour. He had woken up from his self-induced sleeping spell, unsure of what time it was, only that he needed to get dressed and get outside immediately.

It wasn't so much that he was still groggy or confused from the chemicals he took, his inner clock was telling him it had been over a day since his last alignment. Not like he needed a reminder, for he felt like his usual channels were beginning to sludge up. To wake up his fingers in the cold night, Kazu began to craft himself a snowman, whispering words of life and light into the little creature. No sooner had he finishing poking eyes, ears and a mouth into the face, the homunculus drew breath and jerked into awareness. Hollow eyes looked at their Master, and Kazu asked politely if it would accompany him to a quiet place of meditation.

Since it was merely a snowman, it didn't respond, so Kazu set off down a path, packed down to ice from the snow and foot traffic. His buddy kept ahead while Kazu trudged behind, his toes going numb.

Several minutes passed by, which gave Kazu ample time to survey the dark land, check out the moon on it's descent to the horizon, and pack snow into his creature when he began to degrade. Soon the path lead to a little town, but before it was a little park. Metal and plastic play place, swings, a painted merry go round and a baseball diamond just a little further, completely covered by snow. Kazu went to the merry go round and tried to move it, but it was iced over.

His homunculus nudged his pant leg in anxiety, so he tended to his friend. It was clear the snowman was gaining self-awareness and was probably wondering why he was armless, legless, and formed so feebly with a membrane of ice and snow. Kazu patted his friend on the head, but the touch robbed the creature of his life. The snowman stood immobile and Kazu felt a little bit of remorse, never liking to do that but knowing he had to.

However, it freed up his energies. His hands gripped the icy bars and he began to concentrate on the thought of how hot these handles would get if they were in California summer sun. Suddenly the biting freeze on his palms didn't hurt so bad, and steam began to rise as the ice melted away, the metal gaining heat. With a crack, Kazu wrenched the merry go round free from the ice and began spinning it, hopping on and holding tight.

Kazu got to the center of the merry go round where the gravity pull was the least, and sat down, pressing his palms together and going to his mind. It was chaos, but the unsettling motion allowed him to begin chanting the heart sutra, calming the chaos, aligning the tria prima and creating an eerie soundtrack to the silent night.

About two minutes later, the chant was complete and the merry go round was still. Kazu was now awake and electrified, so to speak. His three primes, body, mind and soul were aligned and working in concert, clarity sharpening by the minute. He sat there still in the cold darkness, in the zone and clearing cobwebs from the paths to his inner gates, probing longingly at the ones he hadn't opened yet. He opened his awareness to his surroundings and felt the presence of the metal and the snow, the trees and the bleachers, creatures sleeping in their hidey-holes or flying ahead, looking for breakfast. Something else was there too, indefinable, shrouded. He ignored it and continued his work, speaking quietly to the air.

[[ the heart sutra, in case you were curious ]]

[Uriel Mikhail]

The frostbite of the morning cold sucked. And the assailant want none of it.

Wearing a black shirt under his leather coat, and a pair of jeans as he stalked across the snow filled grounds of the small town was quite lonely. He didn't know why. People were still asleep, sleeping soundly, the policemen on watch weren't guarding the place even after the theater incident. Maybe they accepted the fact that they'll never find out who did the horrible crime. Thankfully, Uriel was a skilled stealth assailant. He made sure that no one was going to see. And he made sure of that by practically murdering everyone in the theater. Kids, men and women. The Trio of Uriel, Aura and Gavin took no prisoners. All of them fell dead. And right now, the blonde just wanted peace.

His molted burning violet eyes glared further, across the snow drenched road as his steps made it's mark. He didn't know where he was going, he was lost. Not assassination contracts were sent to him, no dates were scheduled. He was basically alone, trekking the path to wherever. This is what Uriel feared to happen, walking, alone, in the icy cold place, not knowing where you're supposed to go. It sent chills up his spine. It was the only thing that frightened him, aside from water. The figure kept on walking, taking everything in sight.

While the Alpha Assassin hardly felt anything other than amusement, this was all too absurd. Here he was, at then ear break of Dawn walking around hoping to find something. That thing was going to answer him, he thought. His blonde hair was swept over his eyes as one of his violet eyes scanned the area. Although this was a potentially dangerous situation, as mobmen could just snag him, he didn't bring any weapons. Not even a knife. Given that every particle existing in the material realm is his own weapon. Every single sub atomic weapon could be used to burn someone to ashes. He sometimes thought that he was one of the living superweapons in this universe. And if the Russian Government found out, he'd be experimented on, be turned into the perfect assassin. As if he wasn't already. Glaring at the gate, right off the distance, Uriel took off in a sprint. Eyes dangerously glaring at the gate, the moment he was inches from it... He could feel the electrons charging, spinning hard as it vibrated, causing a pressure explosion, sending the pieces of metals all along the snowy road. The assailant stepped in, His eyes glowing with adrenaline. He half expected someone to charge. as the electrons around his hands twirled, forming two balls filled with electricity.

[Freyalise]

No matter how hard Kazu was trying to ignore that heavy weight in the middle of his mind's river, he found that focusing on what needed to be ignored only brought it into focus. When he meditated he could more or less see the current of spirits, where everyone connects to the earth or to each other. Not like he could see immense detail, but he could tell what was humanoid, what was a cat, what was a tree. Going blind more or less wasn't a handicap. But this... I know it's there, but it can't be read. Is there no connection? It was so strange- Seconds away from ending his meditation to sate his curiosity, he felt a prickle of electricity, like being too close to a Tesla machine, and then a release, destruction.

Too far away to be hit by the shrapnel, the sound of the explosion jolted Kazu rudely from his trance. He felt stoned for a second before he sobered up, wised up, and skittered across the edge of the merry-go-round, peeking over the side with intense anxiety, apprehension. Was that a bomb? What the hell was that?! He could see from a distance obviously a human figure, but electricity swirled in tight balls around his fist. The blue glow was creepy, casting stark shadows and twinkling in the snow that wasn't destroyed.

Kazu sunk down a little further, knowing he had maybe a minute to compile a plan and put it into action before he was discovered. He liked to live dangerously, but he didn't have a deathwish.

He thought about building himself a bunker, transmuting the earth underneath his body and falling in, closing up, and waiting it out... But he thought about the noise, the effort, the time, and the lack of air while underground. Scratch that, terrible idea. The Viking impulse in him urged him to stand up, shout, and transmute the hell out of everything at his fingertips, but that was a last stand sort of resort. He thought about disguising himself, creating a snowman army as a distraction, but the more he thought about the explosive power from earlier, the more he felt like a kid locked in the house with a killer.

How stupid is this?! I'm an Alchemist, for fucks' sake! Why am I cowering? He came to a conclusion that he should try to talk before shooting, just for civility's sake. Kazu knelt to face the merry go round and grabbed the rails with both hands, concentrating hard, willing the metal to liquify, reform, harden... Kazu decided to make a bird statue, a stark metal raven with it's head bent at the unknown man, it's wings raised in half alarm. Somewhere in the back of Kazu's mind, he congratulated his inner Michelangelo.