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#both she and her father needed an outlet for their Issues w/ Jin
firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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DAY FOUR…
… Okay. Three more days. We can do this.
Featuring a special appearance by a very special person.
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She was practically half his size, hood pulled low over her head, a long white braid sticking out from beneath it, her eyes just barely visible beneath the hem, a deep chocolate brown, glaring with a ferocity he couldn’t recognise. Her clothing had a patched, handmade style that was vaguely familiar, like something on the edge of a dream. He’d been a different person when he’d worn clothes like that, and was now complete disconnect from the person he had been then, if he could even consider himself the same person at all.
But was most astonishing about her was the gun she held—an equally vaguely familiar handgun with an engraving on the side; metsuboujinrai.com in Roman lettering.
Nonsensically, her presence in the alleyway felt like an insurmountable wall. He was supposed to be helping Yotogaki-san meet up with Valkyrie and AIMS to deal with the situation when she had appeared, and any delays would mean more human casualties. But however tiny she was… There was a strange energy about her that made it seem impossible to force his way past. Yotogaki-san was already looking displeased, folding his arms, but the girl was showing absolutely no intention of moving, just glaring at them.
“I’m afraid we don’t have time for this,” The ZAIA director was saying, “If you would be so kind as to move aside.”
“… Kind?” The girl’s voice was soft and equally cold, “As if you would know anything that unless it benefits you.” She folded her own arms in turn. “Don’t try to play the benevolent master with me—I’m not so easy to manipulate.”
Yotogaki-san’s eyes narrowed, “Who are you? What is your intention in stopping us?”
The girl smirked faintly. “Oh? It’s quite simple.” She unfolded her arms, “You are a dangerous remnant of ZAIA,” Reaching into her pocket, she produced a Driver he didn’t recognise, “And therefore, you can’t be left to your own devices.”
The Driver clicked into place on her waist, playing a musical cue he’d also never heard before, followed closely by the pronouncement of FLIGHT DRIVER in a new voice. Immediately afterwards, she produced a Key, coloured deep blue and silver, holding it close for a moment, “Let’s go, aibou.” She pressed the button.
The sound it played matched the Driver, a lyrical, elegant bit of music that reminded him of the sky.
Typhoon Wing!
In an eruption of blue light, a massive bird burst from the Key, swirling up and around her with a cry so loud it seemed to shake the earth.
Storming Osprey!
The girl spread her arms as if ready to take flight herself as the massive osprey booked a u-turn and swooped down to land on her shoulders, folding its wings around her as the music continued.
FLIGHT AUTHORISED! Riding the wings of a tempest great enough to extinguish the infernos of hell!
With a bird of prey’s shriek and an explosion of feathers, the light cleared from their eyes and a winged Rider he didn’t recognise stood before them. The silvers and blues of her suit reminded him a bit of Vulcan, but a bird rather than a wolf. The wings were far larger than his, feathers arcing upward above her like a halo. The sky clouded over suddenly, dropping massive raindrops at first, then hale, then snow, each one reflecting and sparkling in the air as she flapped her wings once, twice, before retracting them back into her suit. She rolled her shoulders, stretching her back and flexing her fingers.
“Well then,” She said, with the same calm distaste as she had used before, “Shall we?” She tilted her head.
‘… Onii-san?”
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What do when the two guns are the same gun.
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