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[ On the morning of the 15th, there is a network-wide ping issued approximately twenty-three minutes after the roster is released to the public. ]

Hello.

As I'm certain you all are aware, a roster has been sent to each of our devices. Given that this is yet another item on a growing list to be examined by us all, I believe it's important for each of us to come together to discuss any possible concerns or ideas that may require teamwork.

@PALPATINE and I earlier discussed the possibility of a non-compulsory meeting to sort through these issues. We agreed it would be in our best interests.

If you're inclined, please come to the Mess Hall at 19:00 in three day's time.

[ ooc: so! this will be broken down into sub-headings as discussed on the ooc plot post and utilized as a kind of "catch-all." if you think anything needs to be added at any time, please feel free to contact me through pm, at

rasasvada, or on disco at morning star#3715. or, you know, add it yourself! i don't mind.

noticeably, this is self-directed! if you character wants to speak or make a point to everyone, feel free to do so. no one is policing how this goes or making introductory comments or whatever else. open floor, y'all. ]

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[ To say there's an extended pause between when Akira leaves and Ryo follows is questionable. It's true that a number have cleared out and that his summary seems to have sated some deeper curiosities, but Ryo still has words for appreciation on his tongue for those who might stop and inquire anything further from him. He gives himself an appropriate count, gives a sort of "understandable" spiel about the argument that broke out, and shakes his head in all the right ways with all the right sort of "exasperation" should he have to. He's his own person, after all. Akira's always been very protective. Teenagers, right?

It isn't at all what he thinks, however. He doesn't give a shit about any of that and doesn't really find that sort of fond irritation in it. He's smart enough to know that they're in an enclosed space, but he's also smart enough to know that certain problems need to be given a little reorientation. Give people a hard enough impression in one direction or another and they'll come to use you or to despise you. And neither, at least here, were good.

And Akira's fights, after that first night, were something he'd been inevitably drawn to. Ryo had always had a leaned into anything at all that could hurt him, had always been inquisitive enough to brush against it with a daring touch. And here is no different as he follows their paths down the corridors, steps into their "arena" without so much as a sound. He expects they must be starting to square off by now.

And he knows well enough that Akira knew he'd eventually follow them here to start.

He just had a few matters to wrap up. ]

[Certain people were just waitin' to pick a fight. Akira thinks of this as he strolls through the doors, his sharp ears triangulating the sound of footsteps following him as he did so. He doesn't think this guy accepted the invite here to actually listen and contribute like any civil person might - there'd been something he didn't like in either the gathering or Ryo or both, and he'd come just to sit around and wait for a damn excuse.

Honestly? Akira doesn't really care. He's more than willing to give him that excuse, and he's also more than willing to kick his fuckin' ass.

(Yes, it's all extremely heterosexual.)

He gives a single laugh, shooting Kira a leering smile.] Don't worry. I'll treat you real nice. [A true gentleman on dates - especially ones which had requisite bare knuckle brawling. Other than that, though, he seems to grow a little more subdued as he makes his way away through the station and to the rec room.

The track encircles a bunch of different areas for different types of recreation: a field of weight-lifting equipment, the part set aside for the pool. There's another piece that's empty and unadorned, probably for whatever other sorts of sports that could be set up and played by the inhabitants of the station. This is where Akira leads them.

And when he arrives there, he doesn't waste any time. He'd been tracking Kira's location by ear the entire way here, and now that they've arrived, he wheels around on his heel and swings his fist right at the guy's face.

He's never been known for his subtlety.]

[Kira had a myriad of reasons to have shown up for the meeting, but most people would never get past the first layer of them. The 'expressing dissent' and 'didn't like Ryo' were almost nothing in the long run. He wanted to see what they had decided, to know what the group morale was like, what kind of leanings everyone had, and who would be the most likely to be a problem for him in the future.

That he actually got enough of a rise out of someone to start a fight was just a plus! He follows Akira not too terribly closely, feeling no need for urgency, as he digs his hands into his pockets.

He actually casually enters the gym, looking around as he goes to the most appropriate place for such a brawl and not even paying attention when he's just decked in the face. It staggers him and he has to pull his hands from his pockets and catch himself so that he doesn't end up on the ground.]

Rude.

[He rubs at his face then before returning a swing, using more strength than was probably necessary.

For a human.]

[... well, sure, but Akira, as someone who didn't give much of a shit about any of that kinda stuff (so long as people weren't actively hurting one another — please ignore the hypocrisy here), wouldn't have thought that Kira would have that much depth in his decision-making process.

But, anyways.

The impact of his knuckles against the guy's face is satisfying in a way that unsettles him a bit; it's been so fucking long since he's fought, since he's wrapped his hands around something and torn it to pieces, that the violent impulses become a little difficult to filter out, bubbling up at inopportune times. He's thinking he's lucky, too, that this idiot might provide at least a small outlet for that.

Except...

He hadn't really hit him lightly. Certainly with a lot more weight than a guy of Akira's rangy stature might be able to throw, and the guy does stagger to regain his balance, but he'd felt pretty... solid, as far as people to punch were concerned.

It's either this curiosity, or the sluggish train of his thoughts ferrying this curiosity through the crowded avenues of his brain, that inhibit his usually very sharp reflexes, allowing the punch to connect right below the rise of his cheekbone.

Akira can't help but stagger a bit too, shocked by the sting of the blow and the ache to his jaw and the taste of blood in his mouth, and then he knows. This guy... he ain't no garden variety human.

A long, slow, toothy grin spreads across his face.]

I wasn't under the impression we came here to be all polite.

[And then he's rushing at Kira with blurring, inhuman speed, shoulders lowered in an attempt to just flat-out tackle him to the ground.]

[ If there was something to be said of Ryo and Akira, it was the fact that their teamwork could be impeccable, if they weren't so protective each other and their own perspectives. However, the inherent polarity available in the pair of them was magnetic. It shows up in the way that Ryo steps into the outskirts of their fray, as though observing discussions at the town meeting.

But, it becomes immediately apparent that it isn't close to that.

No, unlike the studious and placid appearance he cast in the Station's collective midst, there's something almost enthralled that flickers around the corners of his expression here. His mouth curls into a grin more feral and proud than pleasant. Were it not for the blunt of his teeth behind the soft his lips, it would have read as something more monstrous — predatory. To the vibrant alertness in the lines of his body to the way he settles naturally in Akira's corner (a pale and deceptive thing), there's nothing here that indicates he's unfamiliar with this arrangement at all.

It's a shame he can't guarantee the same level of assistance he'd usually provide him, but it doesn't count him out anyhow. He keeps his attention trained on Akira, one pale hand dipping into the pocket of his jumpsuit.

Let it be said Ryo isn't someone who likes to walk into things unprepared in any event. ]

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[Of course Ryo would come along. What an annoyance. Seeing him out of the corner of his eye does gain a grin from Kira as he reads the situation, thinking all about it even as he's charged down by Akira. That fucker, the way he was looking like that, the strength of this guy's noodly-ass body. Akira was Ryo's muscle. The pathetic shitstain couldn't even fight his own battles.

Fine, he wasn't going to go easy on his 'meat'. In fact, he was going to flex his muscles more than was necessary, leaning into the tackle and digging his feet into the floor as he goes to just grab Akira by the ribs if he could. gain, that was more force than he'd expected, more than an average human would have, especially at the size he was.

Gritting his teeth, Kira lifts an arm as he steps to a side, then bringing down his elbow with a quick jab, hoping to catch him on the spine.

He might have gone easier on him if there were some manners in the engagement, or if he did not have such an unsavory audience. As it was though, he was going to be coming after Ryo once he was done with his boy toy.]

[Akira's quite focused on what he's doing, so he doesn't necessarily see Ryo walk in and settle on the periphery, eyes bright and attention cuttingly keen, but -

He can basically sense it. He knew that Ryo would come tagging along eventually, so if he turned to see him now, he wouldn't be surprised. But, as it is, he has this uppity asshole to pound into the ground (phrasing), and he's learned better than to allow himself to get too easily distracted.

There's a low satisfaction that thrums through his muscles as he slams into Kira's torso, arms locking around him, and honestly... it's better that he only skids back a step or to, bracing himself against the full weight and strength he'd thrown into the tackle. He's digging in his feet as well, about to try to twist him to one side or the other to try to get him off-balance, when Kira tries to gain the upper-hand through the grapple of hands at his sides. A low growl issues from the pit of his chest, and he's about to do something about it but - fuck, this guy is faster than he would've thought. He feels the point of his elbow come down against his back like the crack of a lightning bolt, and in a split-second decision Akira decides to go with the downward force of it, arms loosening to let go of Kira so he can drop to the floor.

He lands on all fours with the grace of a cat, head canted down towards the floor, and an odd, thorough shudder shakes his entire body. When he turns his face back up towards Kira, his eyes are bright in contrast to his dark, wild hair and the darker shade of gray that his skin has melted into. A wide grin bares sharp teeth.]

You're hiding something.

[He can almost smell it. A coiling of strength and energy passes through his body and then he leaps at Kira with a force that is definitely not human, seeking to knock him off of his feet.

He's going to try to force him to show his hand, however he needs to.]

Aren't we all?

[Kira grins at the way that he was called out. Clearly, this guy was also hiding something, so it wasn't like he felt the need to get defensive.

In any case, he's finally knocked off of his feet with that second tackle, which ends up with him underneath Akira, a pretty bad spot for him to be, considering that his speed was his advantage in the situation. Kira wasn't planning on showing his hand that easily though, just one tackle?

It was so strange to see someone just transforming in front of him so easily, but he was stubborn, and instead of relying upon any of his supernatural powers he reached up to attempt to grab at Akira's head, thumbs jabbing for the other man's eyes. He had to spend a decade as a human, some of which he did fight demons during! So. He'd give it some time before he broke out any kind of magic.]

[Akira emits a single, gruff laugh.]

Guess so.

[Before he'd been given this body, it had been less the case for him — he was a naturally honest person, having decided long ago that it was both best and easiest for him to wear his heart on his sleeve and let others discern what they may from it. He still did that, sure, but he kept close to his chest the finer details of what it was he was and what he could do.

But sometimes it spilled over a little bit, which was what was happening now. He's not perfect, and neither is his self-control, and there's a lot of demon stuffed into his limited human form.

The impact with the floor shudders through him from his hands and knees inward, eliciting a fiendish grin to spread across his face. He hadn't even planned what to do if he did manage to pin Kira, and he doesn't quite get a chance to figure it out — the guy is fast, wrapping his hands around the sides of his head and driving his thumbs towards his eyes. Akira screws his eyes shut instinctually, growling; there's a sharp ratchet in his body temperature, his skin becoming distinctly hot to the touch. He immediately jerks his head back, sitting up and lifting up his hands to attempt to wrap them powerfully around Kira's wrists. He slowly tries to yank the other young man's hands away from his head, sharp teeth bared in a feral snarl, eyes slowly fluttering back open, glaring through a haze of tears inspired by the sudden pain.]

That, [he growls, low in his throat, using every ounce of his strength to try to pin back Kira's arms,] was a dick move.

[Kira wasn't able to fight Akira off of him the way that he was. The bastard had some muscle behind him, that much was true. He grinned as those eyes screwed shut to try to keep him from jamming his fingers right into them, and felt that body temperature rise before hands grasped his wrists and sent them to the ground.]

Ah, sorry.

[Kira didn't sound sorry, and of course he wasn't. It was a pain that he was stuck here under this supernaturally strong guy. Kira would let himself lose, if the guy wasn't clearly nonhuman. He had definitely come into this expecting an easy win, thinking he could just throw his weight around in order to defend that blond crapsack. Again, reiterating that this guy was the muscle for a guy who thought he could just get away with anything.

He responded to the thought and to the feeling of his hands slamming into the ground with an inhuman growl of his own before he was pushed upwards by his wings sprouting from his back. Not something he liked to do, but if he didn't have pure strength and the use of his hands, he'd have to use magic in order to satisfy his Pride, and his Wrath.

Just as soon as the wings appeared, Kira quickly send a blast of gale-force winds upwards from where he was in an attempt to knock the guy off so he could get the use of his hands back.]

Wasn't aware we were playing with bitch rules. I guess you don't want me kicking you in the nuts either?

[No, Akira wasn't really expecting for the guy's body to jerk forward like that, as if the ground beneath him was reaching forward towards them. Or — the other option, that something was emerging from his back, sprouting from his shoulderblades. Something shifts in the confines of Akira's dark eyes, something clicking into place, stirred up from (rather painful) memories of the last time he'd tangled with someone who'd had wings sort of like that.

(Though it had been quite a different situation, then...)

Akira was already beginning to lean back, his grasp on Kira's wrists loosening, thinking he should reassess and figure out a better way to approach this. And then he was hit in the face by the blast of wind; it hit him like a freight train in the chest, flinging him upwards into the air, ass over ears. As he hangs there for a moment at the zenith of his arc, right before he begins to fall, he seems to struggle oddly — his hands grasping at his chest, tugging at the zipper at the top of his jumpsuit, tugging it down just enough so that he could wriggle his shoulders free and loose his own wings in the space that he created. It's a bit awkward and cumbersome; he growls, freeing his arms from the rest of the confines of the coveralls as he flaps laboriously to maintain height.

This form is not elegant, nor is it terribly efficient. It is two contentious siblings fighting over the single controller for a video game console, torn between the knowing power of the demonic influence and the strict limitations of the human form. But he manages to keep himself aloft, the stripes running from where the wings sprouted from his back over his shoulders dark against his skin, and he looks down to where Kira was some twenty or thirty feet below him.]

Not unless you want me to stop fightin' with the kid gloves on, shithead.

[And then he's diving towards Kira, fast, his wings folded up close to him so he looks like a bullet speeding through the air. If he's still where he is on the ground when he reaches it, it's probably gonna hurt quite a bit.]

[Thankfully, Kira had speed down pat, and even the transforming wasn't going to stop him from getting out of the way of that nosedive. It wasn't something that odd to him, all things considered.

He uses wind magic to help his speed, Kira's wings opening as he steps backwards to allow Akira to land in front of him rather than at a side.]

You were the one who wasn't happy fighting a human.

[Just not good enough for him. Kira didn't want to kill him though, so he was still going to be pulling punches. In fact, he'd decided now that he'd only use wind magic, which was nice enough to include healing at least.

So instead of pulling out a sword or any of his more offensive types of magic, Kira responds to the nosedive by waiting until he's near the ground and then dashing at him, an open hand attempting to grab his head in order to throw it toward the ground.]

[Akira lands on all fours with a heavy thud, eyes glaring bright and fierce as he peers up to where Kira stands a short distance away, wings outstretched.

Does he want him to feel bad? Because he doesn't. He hasn't had much good reason to fight anyone in a while, and certainly not against someone he could effectively go toe-to-toe with. At first he simply responds to the cutting statement with a wide grin.]

Aw, come on. [There's a playfully dark tone to his voice.] Holdin' back isn't any fun.

[Plenty ironic, considering even transformed as he is, this is technically "holding back" for him. But transforming into Devilman here would be a pretty bad idea. He gets pretty rowdy. It wouldn't be good if he ended up perforating the hull of the spaceship.

Now. The thing about putting your hand anywhere near a devilman's face:

He's going to try to bite it. That's it. Akira doesn't even try to avoid it. He's just trying to straight-up bite Kira's hand.]

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