Description: .A shopping street of over 200 meters, called Nakamise, leads from the outer gate to the temple's second gate, the Hozomon. Alongside typical Japanese souvenirs such as yukata and folding fans, various traditional local snacks from the Asakusa area are sold along the Nakamise. The shopping street has a history of several centuries.
Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 5:44 pm
The lights, the fun, the smell of food! Man this place was amazing and it was convenient enough that people were walking all over with delicious treats....a super hero needed to eat and they should just be happy to donate to her right?! Red eyes brightened as she fell intent on a person walking with some grilled meats held out in a pointing gesture, within moments the dark skinned woman leaped forward and literally sniped the food. Delicious meat still skewered on the stick as she took it like a dog with a bone and bounded away with quick hops while happily munching on her prize, "MMMM! So good!" she squeaked happily before tossing the stick into a trash can as she leaped over and around people with easy movements. Another poor soul who possessed Takoyaki would be her next target as she rushed forward and jumped in the air, feet landed on the others shoulders easily balancing her weight on them so they didn't fall over. Bending over into their view as she smiled brightly, "Itadakimasu!" she squeaked easily reaching out to nab the food from the poor soul that had caught her eye.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 8:29 pm
She couldn't remember deciding to come here.
It didn't feel like a decision she would ever make, but ever since that Parts War against ... whoever their names were. She was lighter, maybe a bit happier. It was like the wind could push her in any way it wanted. A part of her enjoyed it, but another part. "This is ******** annoying, did a b***h get lost?" This nerd fest, Carnevale, in High School she loved this s**t. It was the best chance to show her friends she was better than them, and put all of her skimpy clothes on parade. Jail bait for all of the men who wanted her, who had her, and who never had a chance. "s**t, I don't think I've been in this b***h before."
Hop. Skip. Jump. Her treks left the ground, her body soaring to the upper reaches of the air, landing on the highest building in the back of Sensoji temple. An electrical monument erected on its apex, why she didn't know, but she found herself up there. Did the wind bring her here, it felt different, like ... "What the ******** ..." She was getting anxious, she could feel it in her fingertips, rippling through her arms and stinging her thighs. It was kind of ominous, maybe if she had taken roads seriously before now she would recognize this feeling. This anxiety that wants to push her further ahead.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 9:06 pm
He'd lost them.
Ceremoniously dressed in garb not suited to the event, arose a single spectacle like no other. Why design himself to something as. . annoying as this, only to lose the duo that brought him in the first place. Were they too drunk to even recall? Was it something else? Whatever. "I knew it. I should've stayed home." A clear look of dislike; for once he didn't even seem to care if it showed. Obvious to any part goers asking for more than just favors or directions. It was clearly written that his mood was absolutely sour. Dejection amassed itself in more than one way. The easiest tell sign of it being him no longer taking to the sidewalk like all the others futile were his efforts. Denied were their preposterous wants and average subjection. Even in times look these, the want to fly remained at a high most ignored. Fingers slowly combed the edges of his treks as he sat comfortably on the steppe not too far away from his newly introduced green hair Jezebel. Somewhat enthused, excited. Her motions were sought after. A lively display of motion and general flare.
She knew how to fly!
Like a kid in a candy store, light shown bright within his eyes. Within even realizing it, Giselle had already slipped the switch. Finally, someone else who too could touch the heavens. A challenger who could dance and spring towards a line that few could ever reach. Nonexistent were their kind. Few in both prospect and ability, so to see someone with them, just like him almost made a heart flutter. But even then, he could see she was confused. Almost in the way after she'd stopped and thought. There were chains on those wings, stopping her from reaching heights she'd never seen. Well. . There was no way he could just let a fellow avian float so close to the ground when there was so much more.
Soar. You can fly even higher, Jameson.
Taking to the skies, whipping through winds colliding but then bending to his will. Almost inherently did he command it; a jester to those beasts who wallowed bellow. More than just the Earth, he commanded high Heaven. They were one and the same. "Why're you waiting. . "His voice whispered as it carried with the very wind at her heels, igniting momentarily in an upward burst of complete control upward. Swiveling through currents and aerodynamically keeping each motion into a beautiful shift of otherwise perfect bodily weight. An axis was the center and to each step did those fluttering winds continue to push him higher into what they'd both share. A beautiful horizon for the taking.
". . follow me. .Or. . fly past me. ." He'd ultimately speak in the way contortions left wonderment. Earthly onlookers stared in awe as his wings spread further than what most thought capable. Fear was for the weak. The expanse awaited.
Who the ******** was that?! She looked down only to feel a draft of wind climb up her body. Pressed, cold, it awakened her senses didn't it. She wasn't frozen, more like stuck as she saw the large man go beyond her to the air above. Her heart was tight, clenched, draining her of her senses. Like the wind was telling her something.
"For ******** sake ... who the fu-" Her sharp tongue cut short by the draw string attaching her wicked hear to the clouds. Pull back the saliva gathered, tenseness of the jaw, relax your tongue. Watching him, up there, taunting her. She was jealous. Because he was in the sky, and she was on the ground, figuratively at least, she was very much atop a roof.
"Why are you waiting ..."
Pull taut. The string had gotten caught up in the winds, mingling with the jaded strands of hair that danced madly above her form. All else seemed motionless. Air, and more air. It was telling her to ride. Pulling her treks from the pinnacle of the building she had managed to make it to the top of. "What's wrong with you ..." She pressed a hand to her face, looking down, heavy breathing. The wind was carrying itself away from her, and it was determined to drag her around whether she wanted to or not.
"b***h FLY!"
Her trek kissed the tip of the building and she sprung into the air, her inhibitions shattered by the sound of her own voice. "You want this ... ******** take it." Could she go higher than him here ... maybe. Exhale. She hadn't even noticed she could breathe again. The wind twirled around her fingers, caressing her fore arms, passing through her hair, and like a shot gun would shoot her upward, swiftly. Her form slowing, halting to a space mere feet above, and not beyond, where this man was. She looked down upon him, drifting through the air upside down. "Are you ..." real ... Why was the wind blowing in this direction? and why couldn't she ask her question.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 5:20 am
Exactly as all things should be. Without remorse or cantor. From afar, with a sudden turn of body upright, floating from high horse down watching in excitement, did he continue his almost jest. Higher. Together, they could go higher and higher! Trickled was the remorse of a lost King; thoughts of those when he commanded the wind, not caressed it, only brought fond remembrance. Til death do us part, each arc and swivel created another pocket to go even higher on. Directly funneling himself through steps, it didn't take long before his other finally decided to join him up there. Continuously did the body match the continuum -- drowned in the want for more and acknowledging finally she was going to give it to him. Her curves and movements were exquisite! Still, there was more! She could break the rest of the chains that held those wings in place. All that weight. All that confusion. She could break it all if she really wanted. All it'd take was just a little more push over the edge.
And happily, Giselle would oblige said request.
Just as she'd entered his fly zone, the wind picked itself back up. An eye of indigo twisting to see, but almost as if ignoring her question to be. "Does it matter?" Was his impossibly subtle retort, pivoting off, up, then over like some vaulter in the Olympics, he much like a seraph didn't just have one pair of wings. Instead of just allowing the wind to carry him along, it was almost like he utterly commanded it to his bidding. The way he moved wasn't anything similar to what she'd be used to. Catching yet another strand, body turning just a bit til his back was to her own as he finally skyrocketed past her in that singular laspe. If she sat there, staring, he'd just get further away from her. Through it all; his physicality being the most that spoke, those words weren't something needed to just be said. Easily, he could speak the wind into existence and, as it was so, it'd do the bidding of one Sky Dancer.
"Are you going to watch me flutter past you?" Was what it all said; an aura of shifting blue emanated off as in perspective, the giant of lore took its appearance. Wings much bigger than what was seen. The shadow of an almighty being awakening as its piercing gaze laid down on James. It waited in anticipation. He waited for more. ". . You've got those big wings. . What's stopping you from flying even higher?"
You can do it. Stop that silly thing called inhibition. Here, in this place we call the sky, your wings could be as big and as wide as you wanted them to be. So James. .
Like a spot light the wind hits her. Running extra cold to shake the words from her mouth. Though she knows that no one is listening, she holds her tongue as if everyone is around.
That is what it felt like, watching this man weave in front of her. She had just done this didn't she, flew in the sky. No .. she didn't. She had flown up the side of a building, rushed upward, in nearly a straight line. Unwavering, vicious, taking advantage of a skillset she had just developed. It wasn't the same. This man here, he was the wind, she could feel it. His belief in air treks, their fun, their truth. Even if she could out maneuver him.
The wind was just dragging her along. Only ever able to make herself light enough to not disturb its current. She, a child caught in a tornado. He, the eye of the storm.
And still, a feather managed to break loose. Her backarched, the wind was warm there. In that single spot. A single feather free, and the wind was no longer cold. She could feel it. But she was straightforward after all. "This is ******** du-" her heartbeat stuttered, as if telling her to shut up, cutting air from her lungs. She was always so aggressive. So brutish. But no one ever told the young girl. This wasn't the Sonia Road she held in her earlier youth. Nor the Rock Road she adorned when combating her friend Saloiki.
Brute force can't crush the wind.
"I can't do it like that ..." Her eyes lower, and the string that attached her heart to the clouds would pull her forward. Her hands gliding on the stream of wind that Giselle had crafted from his run. A straight shot, one could see it, her static movements. Being carried by the wind, a pebble in the nexus. Swift, steady, but not carving a path for itself. The warmth she felt on her back had dissolved into the bitter freezing waters. The feathers that had just begun to draft breath were pressed down. Brute force, can crush anything.
James No.
Brute. Force. Can. Crush. Anything.
Her fingers spread about the wind shear of the slip stream, tearing at it as she picked up speed. Straight line, follow the draft. You don't need your own path, you don't need to fly like him. You don't need to fly at all. There's a road in the sky, and it will always lead you to your destination. At his back, she felt it again.
The Wind Was Warm Here. And a feather shook loose.
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Swoosh! Air carried to his back as the spread towards the duos skyward shanty didn't seem to stop. Onward and upward; carried by wings made of dreams kept the serious leap of one Giselle marred with tenacity. Each time she flew higher, her wings grew larger. Every move she made, the air started to understand her a little better. Axis straightened as back leaned, inward did he tuck then pull. Fluttering, his proverbial wings seemed to flap each time. Congruent with time, the forward turned to a march at the end; his legs thrusting him even further up as they went from normal eye level to the clouds above. Somewhere down below, a child pointed to a parent, saying something about people dancing in the sky. If only the little boy knew how true his words were. Stealing yet another chance to force the pocket open, a struck drop kicked him one step higher than before. Swiveling in a turning mass as wet dew gripped from literally piercing a nearby cloud. Up here, there was no one else. They were alone to fly as much as they wanted and as high as they pleased.
But she wasn't doing it on her own. She was following him.
No, he needed more than that. There was more to it James; stop concentrating on that road you see. You can pave you own. Those wings you've got chained can shake, shatter, and let loose what you're really holding back. Turning with a staunt gesture, the wind blockaded a sudden wall as Giselle literally stopped, Treks standing on cloud. Piercing gaze to his shadow, he shook his head sadly for only that moment. "You're paving a way, but you've got grace in it. . Too. ." She thought herself a brute because she flew? No, that wasn't it. While her style wasn't pretty, but was strong. It, in fact, reminded him of how his own used to be. If she wanted to fly with wings made of steel, then so be it. As long as she could flap those heavy things and lift herself up. Pointing up, suddenly he'd jettison like a rocket; the air separating like some sonic boom having taken place. If she wanted to kick it up a notch, then once again, he'd oblige.
Before, he'd used more of his body to take flight. Now, it was almost like he wasn't just flying, but forcing the wind to understand who he was. His sovereignty as once Storm, had shifted. Giselle wished for so much more and he would have it, no matter what. "C'mon. Keep up. A little farther and I can show you that endless sky. . " Where wings littered the air. How those of their kind dreamed of a moment like this, but it was up to her. Did she want to fly further than she'd ever gone before?
"There's room for the wind. If you'll become it, will you let me take control of this sky?" He'd only wonder.
The burst from Giselle toppled her, tumbling down into the clouds. Fumbling in shrouds of hazy white and gray. It seemed like she was falling forever, lost within the breathy wisps. Could she draw breath here? What was making it so hard. Why was the wind so cold when she was away ... Why wasn't the wind warm where she was.
Her fingers gripped the clouds themselves, and her body slowed. Falling, the pillowy meadows caressed her body until she fell down, head towards the ground some infinite miles away. Like a train the clouds followed after her.
"Why can't I ..."
A chain fell off her back, another feather loose. The link tore the down and a bit of blood fell through. Figuratively. A hand went to her waist, her fingers dry. Yeah, figuratively. The chains, she could feel them pulling her back down. A spiral followed her descent, the clouds were going toward her as if to pull her back to the clouds.
"I want this!"
WInd tore through the noise around her, a dome of warped space that hovered around her. The clouds that circled her making an atmosphere of her own. She stood in the center, chains striking the edge as it rippled around her. She glared up through the hole she had made in the clouds, an opening through which she could see Giselle. her body hovering, floating, unmoving in all of existence. She held it, the sound of links clearing her mind as she stood within. Angrily, her wings ... they were free ... and they were heavy. No, not heavy ... they were weak. She could see them now, torn from the chains that bore them, even if they were set loose.
She could never fly like this.
"I want this..." The atmosphere like area she had crafted had fallen away, her footing on the world had failed, shattered wings would ache and creak as she plummeted towards the ground. She was conscious, but she couldn't find it within herself to go back up. Blood, Feathers, Chains.
It was all falling around her.
"You can't fly, dumb b***h. You've never been good enough."
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 9:11 am
Asakusa was very lively at this time of night, given the festivities that were set up at this time of year. Symon perused the street of Nakamise as he eyed the various stalls with items of interest. He came earlier in the day, bringing his siblings so they could enjoy their fill of the festival and even bought them things as well, indulging their desires. He'd been asked by his foster parents to take his siblings since they couldn't make it and even gave him extra spending money to buy some things for them. It had been a while since Symon had actually spent time at home and remembered how nice it was.
Stopping in front of a stall, he peered over to see an assortment of snacks decorating the stand. The girl that stood behind the stand gave him a friendly smile and waited patiently as Symon made his selection of snacks. Pulling out his wallet, Symon rubbed his chin and pointed at a pile of Age Manju and several sticks of Kibi Dango, "Can I have some of these please?" Although he was somewhat fluent in Japanese, he was still not quite used to speaking the language and would more often than not use English for some words. Giggling at his minor slip up, the girl picked up his order and dropped them into separate bags per request and took his money. Symon's cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as he backed up, bowing respectfully before being on his way.
His next destination was Sensoji Temple. He knew a spot where he could sit an view the fireworks show without much disturbance or having his view blocked. Fishing a stick of dango out from a bag, he'd pop it in his mouth and scale the numerous steps. As he went on, it grew a bit darker and he picked up the pace, reaching the top of the steps. It was empty as usual, not that many people came up here anyways, save for the staff an those who came to make a prayer. Halting at the sanmon, he bowed and paid his respects before treading upon the temple grounds. As a child, Symon was taught to pay respects and pray to the gods for blessings by his parents. Cleansing his "body" at the chozuya, he lit incense and deposited his saisen in the offering box, bowing again before heading off to his secret spot. The spot it self was pretty much on the roof on one of the temple buildings. There, Symon had a wide view of the Asakusa area and as he looked up waiting for the fireworks, he saw two figures in the air. Squinting, he shoved a manju into his mouth and watched as one of the figures was falling and god knows what the other was doing.
Here is where he felt the most at home. Among the free and the few; those who let their wings stretch every moment they had. What was this, if not another excerpt in his flight manual. Further, with each flap, he'd continue to soar, finally take the time to take a singular look back with a saddened gaze. She wasn't flying anymore? ". . I guess her wings just haven't matured. ." For a moment he thought about it. Like a baby bird first leaving the next, you either took flight or fell to your doom. So. . would he allow this new wind to stop. . Or, just watch her helplessly plummet. Turning, the pivot stopped him in an upside down confusion, hand on chin as he hung mid air while James got further and further away. Sink or Swim.
"I can't let a newborn die like that. What kind of King would I be?"
Almost in jest, did he fly off at breakneck pace downward. The sudden shift spinning clouds as he thundered straight down, picking up speed and looking similar to a literal shooting comet. Vestiges of air spiraling off his being, literally separating as he closed the gape between them. Those chained that stretched and wrapped about her; didn't she understand it yet? Those were the chains she made! If she wanted to fly, she didn't need anything more than the will. No one could stop her from taking the wind for herself. Her own greatest enemy, he knew how that felt all too well. "There was a time when I didn't appreciate the wings I had. I was a beast in the sky who only wanted to hunt." Soaring, twisting, his body fixated on a single point before coming about with a swivel. Aerodynamics being key, even as he came like a rock, the motions slowed his speed just enough to be under her as the duo neared the earth once more. Wind escaping in every direction as he slowed himself to a land, James coming down to his arms while standing on the edge of where one Symon stood, just a little farther off.
". . You've got some nice wings. Give it some time, and you'll fly even higher. ."A smile to his features, slowly he'd let her touch down on the rough before taking a few steps past, not even waiting for a response. He had places to be and if his ladies didn't see him soon, well. . They wouldn't be the least bit happy.". . Thanks for dancing with me. Let's do it again when your wings are bigger. See ya'." Flashing off the side, he took to the air where he belonged. For the first time for the duo behind him, the wingspan of one dancer shown. From one length to the other, just a glimpse, but feathers bounced wherever. They went far across his back and off, into the horizon. Encircling air captured his motion and with another jettison Giselle took off. Another time, James. Those wings of yours will take you far.
She felt herself fading, the burst of wind from reentering the realm of the walking was suffocating her. Her fingers trembled, she didn't have control here. This high, it was too much for her. Her arms shook, but they couldn't break the concussive wave of air that pressed down upon her ******** .."
She spoke in mostly airy vapors, the words being torn from her mouth and tossed tot he sky. Teeth chattering from the chill. Breathe. No, there wasn't air for her to draw in. Breathe, you're surrounded by air. This wind wasn't hers to command she couldn't do it. Control it. I can't. You can. I can not.
You're chaining us back up ...
The links so freshly broken in her defiance of loss were quickly reassembling themselves. The wings, even bloodied were being placated to her form. Cold air, that was all she felt was cold air, searing her body, turning her red. And then, all at once, she was warm again. Her lungs were no longer constricted and she could draw in the breath of air she had lost all of this time. The air echoing around the force of her gasp, drawing air back into her stiff body. "Ah ..." Like an echo it reverberated, and she could feel herself slowing. Her eyes finally coming back to life as she felt the stunt of impact with the roof's surface. She was an odd mix of cold and hot, but the wind had left her down this far. She failed, didn't she, she was colder now than she was when she was in the air.
"Get the ******** off me!" She jerked away, folding her arms across her chest as if trying to hide herself away. She didn't look at Giselle, or even acknowledge him. She hated those half assed compliments. Nice wings, when?? When she was ******** plummeting out of the sky? ******** that s**t and ******** his condescending a** tone. Waiting for the man to leave she'd look to the weirdo on the rooftop. Oh .. Melanin. He'd be cute if he weighed more than a buck. "Boo, b***h!" She retorted with an eyeroll. Eyes puffy, clearly ready to burst, but she was gonna go with the tough act anyway.
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The spectacle of the two human birds was fascinating, yet odd. A stick of dango hung out of Symon's mouth as he stood up and watched as the falling figure became slightly clearer. It was a young woman with hair that was a neon green hue, reminding him of a firefly because of how it stood out in the night sky. Following behind her, a man that took on the likeness of a comet hurtling towards the Earth's surface. Through a series of acrobatic moves that clearly demonstrated the man's affinity for aerial maneuvers, the pairs' descent was slowed so much and for a moment Symon thought that they were legitimately standing in the air. The sight took the breath right out of his mouth, leaving the young man speechless and unable to avert his eyes. It was truly a sight to behold, nothing close to moves that Symon had ever encountered nor been able to pull off in all his time of being a Storm Rider. It was as if the wind itself heeded his every beck and call, swiftly arriving to fulfill its masters every command. This man that now stood near him was in an entire league of his own. So much so, that it left Symon captivated by his skill. It was a feeling that he had long forgotten from a time where he tread the skies alongside a friend, whose wings were clipped prematurely.
Symon found that his heartbeat was now audible, pulsing in his ears and every fiber of his body desired to call to this person. Though his trance was broken by the sound of the woman's voice as she broke free from the grasp of her savior, expressing immense disdain for his mere existence. At this point, Symon just stared between the two as their exchange came to a close, his presence not officially made know to either of them, though he was sure they saw him just standing there.
"So. What was all that about exactly?" he questioned, looking between the two as the man began to ascend once more.
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Deecee Sama
Misujage
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 6:26 am
******** bloodied wings she had just spread were beginning to spiral with doubt. Pinning themselves to her back and becoming a burden again. Tirelessly, she was failing at this air trek thing again. Sonia, Rock .. even Wing. No matter what she did it was relentless in her pursuit. So fragile for someone with a mouth like hers. Her arms stayed crossed, she wore so little clohing it was the only defense she felt she had. Everything else was superficial, even here capabilities as a storm rider.
So, what was all that about exactly.
So fragile, the simple question almost broke her. A hand shot up, covering the bottom of her mouth as she took a sharp breath inward. Her eyes squinting to choke back the tears that burned the brim of her nose. "Dammit." She managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth. Her eyes becoming more clear as she let the tears fall. Her mother was right, she would be better off going to College than spending more time trying to play with these storm treks. Imagine not being able to do the simplest thing. Imagine flying into the clouds being considered simple.
"Nothing, just some sicko having fun ******** with me." She spat out through clenched teeth and parted fingers. A few sharp inhales through her nose to steady herself, fighting back the tears. This was the second time she had cried in a few days, storm riding brought this out of her. And she was borderline tired of its existence. She dropped her hand, letting it fall back across her chest, into its defensive stance. "Are you a pervert too? What idiot hangs out on a roof ********>"
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Of all the things to call someone, it was a pervert, huh. Symon stood there for a moment, taking the time to let this woman's words settle in. All he did was ask a simple question and although he did get an answer, he saw no reason for an accusation to be the final statement. Symon sighed and shook his head, "No. Not a pervert. I'm here for this." He would gesture to his bag of snacks and then to the night sky where by this time, fireworks were painting the air with their colors and patterns. Flashes of light would appear and die down as he maintained a respectable distance from the woman who stood there. She looked as if she were on the verge of tears, meaning that the guy that she was with had done something to offend her. Either way, it wasn't his business to pry too deep into the affairs of others and he would keep it at that. Rolling up the top of the bag containing the rest of his manju, Symon lightly tossed it over to her and picked up his backpack.
For now, Symon would follow after the bird man and maybe even get him to answer some questions. He laced up his treks and bit down on his last dango stick as he prepared to take off into the night sky. Before leaving, Symon took one last look at the woman and said his farewell, "Catch you later or not, who knows. s**t happens." At that, he would bound off the temple roof, not gaining immense height, but definitely distance, as if he were shot horizontally out of a canon with great force. The bird man had gotten fairly far, but it wasn't like he couldn't catch up.
