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Alright félagar, kynslóð, sveit & hverrfleiri, There seems to be some ósœmd, FUCKED up, comments going around the community. SHOCKING I know. Most seem to be anons.

-Side note, you at the AAA ( anon anonymous allegiance) you're fine, this is not about you.

I, Naki of @valkyrthra, declare a nið, challenge those who have been picking ᚾᛁᚦ apart my friends, family & community here on tumblr. A nið, in old Norse / Viking culture, was a declaration of a Flyting Senna. Let's see how good your knowledge is to pick a part people's knowledge of the Sagas, stories, lore & mythos fairs again me, since you seem so proud of your knowledge of the Norse Mythologies that you feel the need to come on to other's blogs & nitpick minor details. Details that you corrected that didn't needed correcting, factually, regardless of IF the muse was altered for someone's own universe that you have ZERO say in. You in the cases that I am aware of, you have been factually WRONG.

-Flyting for those who do not know. Flyting or fliting (Classical Gaelic: immarbág, Irish: iomarbháigh, lit. "counter-boasting") is a contest consisting of the exchange of insults between two parties, often conducted in verse. (Wiki) Or in other words a battle of wits & insults using poems. In other words, & this is NOT my words but still describes it pretty well, its a Viking Rap battle.

Okay by the rules flyting, I have declared a challenge, now to issue ᚠᛚᛁᛏᛁᛜ the terms. The rules of the dual are

That it has to be poetry done in HISTORICAL Viking metrical principles, but in English.

It has to rhyme at least every other half line.

Insults to each other are accepted & in the true spirit of flyting is encouraged.

You can keep your anon status, my anons will be off, but you will be considered dishonorable by Viking cultural rules. If you chose to stay on anons then I will be posting the responses. You may do the same.

We will each do one Ljóðaháttr (ᛚᛃᛟᚦᚨᚺᚨᛏᛏᚱ), song meter, consisting of two sets of 3 lines but the first two lines are half lines. Below is clippet of the Lokesanna from the Eddas as an example of what I am describing. Thorpe's Translation Lokesenna 1a.) Hail, Æsir! 1.b.) Hail, Asyniur! 2a.) And ye, all-holy gods! 2.b.) all, save that one man, 3a.) who sits within there, 3b.)Bragi, on yonder bench x2

Those are my terms, if you so accept.

Behold the Ergi anon, ᛖᚱᚷᛁ Speaking where they should not.

When this Sigyn's heritage is gone, An Asian faceclaim you for fought.

For all of this I hope you do not spawn, Passing on a fool's genes shouldn't be sought.

Next let me call out & fight, The supposed errors in spelling,

The name of the god of beauty & light, Being questioned is pretty telling.

To make yourself feel at your height, Every minor incorrect detail are you dwelling.

There WILL be more to come, with or without response from those that I challenged. That all being said....

COME AT ME!!!!!!

i'LL BE WAITING

Mutuals may interact & reblog. I want this to get back to whom it may concern. [Graphics & edits smithed by @galdrameistari & myself.]

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NOW INTRODUCING..... YET ANOTHER NEW MUSE...... NOW PRESENTING SOPHIE TURNER AS FACECLAIM FOR..... THE WONDERFULLY, AMAZING, & LOVEABLE ..... HARLEY QUINN, DOCTOR HARLEEN QUINZEL!!!!!

What? No applause? Anyway... She's here and ready to write and plot with.

MUTUAL MAY INTERACT

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"What You See In Other People ... It's Your Own Reflection."

Nightwing (Vol 4) #14

Score-of-antiheroes would like to introduce a NEW muse!!!! Ricki Grayson / Nightwing, a non-binary AU of Dick Grayson. Faceclaim: Ruby Rose.

MUTUALS MAY INTERACT

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It's story time with Deadpool everyone! And don't worry, it has a happy ending~

(Oops my hand/mind slipped again... Enjoy my current brain rot everyone! Was NOT planning a background like this but my mind kept shouting ADD MORE. Sometimes you just gotta listen to those little voices in your head.)

(Little fun fact! The Honda drawing was originally planned to be used in my first Poolverine piece background but was taking too much away from the overall piece.)

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Akihiro's past wasn't anywhere near squeaky clean, in fact it was comparable to that of the Winter Soldier, that he was supposed to be meeting today. In a few minutes. Either way Akihiro had no room to judge the former assassin, but that didn't mean that Akihiro didn't have some deep seated need for vengeance and for justice, not to mention just the rage that has been smoldering deep within the depths of the furnace within Akihiro's heart.

The man reached out in peace, to apologize, make amends. The fact that Akihiro had been hunting this man for most of his life, when he wasn't hunting his father, Logan Howlett, and Bucky had to know that he would be hunting him, so for him to reach out, in supposed peace, Akihiro decided to hear him out. On the off chance that this was legit. Hence, meeting at this dingy little bar, that was far below his usual standards in the clubs and bars that Akihiro usually frequented.

Grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open into a 1920's style bar called Monk McGinns, meant more for the working man to come and relax than it is for partying or fun. It was more wood than anything else, maybe even more wood than even alcohol. Man, that better not be the case, Akihiro is gonna need a bottle or five for this, and we're not talking beer either. Akihiro looked around the bar, although he didn't know why. He didn't even know what a Bucky Barnes looked like. During the phone call that Bucky paid Akihiro, the pair had agreed that when Akihiro arrived at Monk McGinns that he would call Bucky's cell while Bucky would watch the door, to see someone deliberately use their phone to make a call at the same time that Bucky would receive the call from Akihiro. Grabbing his phone from his rear, left pocket, and hit dial to the number Bucky had called from, scanning the bar for the person, supposedly Bucky, that would answer the call. 

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It had taken HYDRA a LONG TIME before they thought that their ASSET had been broken down enough to be trusted to go out on a mission without the assassin's equivalent to a HELICOPTER PARENT. It had taken HYDRA nearly two decades to tear Bucky's psyche apart to the extent that was required to rebuild a new man in his place.

Before then, though...the SUPPOSED DEATH of Steve Rogers had been enough to send him into the depths of his own personal hell. With him in that state, HYDRA had seized the opportunity they had and forced him into a few SUPERVISED MISSIONS.

He wasn't given a picture of the target, only names. One by one.

One of those missions had been simply ITSU.

It had only been when he'd looked through his SCOPE that he even knew that it was a woman. He knew that he didn't have a choice. He knew that HYDRA knew about BECCA, and he wasn't going to be the reason she died too.

Now, with his memories once more restored to him completely, Itsu's name, along with a handful of others, had been added to his list of those he wanted to MAKE AMENDS WITH. He couldn't apologize to the victims obviously, but he could attempt to find any family that might still be around.

This one had been more difficult, and had required someone much more skilled at gathering intel than even he was...he'd had to get NATASHA'S HELP.

What she had discovered, was that Bucky happened to have more than one connection to Itsu. She had also been LOGAN'S WIFE. Which meant that the man that he was going to be meeting with that day was going to be LOGAN'S SON.

Admittedly, part of him wondered if this was going to be the day he died, but he kept those concerns to himself. His arm was Vibranium...he would be FINE.

Bucky had been waiting at the table within a small bar for about a half hour. He'd arrived earlier than what the two men had agreed upon, mostly so he could mentally prepare. In that time, he had wound up mostly DISASSOCIATING and rolling the small cocktail napkin in front of him into what would have been a cigarette if it had different paper and tobacco in the mix.

His eyes kept moving to the door when it opened, and finally when he looked, he saw someone that resembled the picture that he'd seen. His throat felt dry, as it always did during this process, so he took a drink of the whiskey he'd ordered before holding up his hand to get Akihiro's attention. When he had it, he offered a small smile, awkward as it was as well. He was TRYING.

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Unfortunately, thanks to who Akihiro's father was, and who trained him and what he was trained for, Akihiro was very intimately intertwined with the who's who within the super hero scene, the X-men, the Avengers,....the Fantastic Four. Still breathing heavy, Akihiro takes a deep breath in and holds it in, thinking about the stress of the moment, then released the breath and the stress with it. His chest rising and falling with his breathing exercise before Akihiro's breathing returned to normal and he finally unclenched his fists and chuckled a bit more. "I'm glad I didn't turn ya into a pin cushion as'twell." He chuckled out more as he scratched the back of his head out of embarrassment. He was still very confused about what happened. Not normal? OH! Mara's glad that Akihiro is a mutant like her. Okay....? So is her mutation some sort of projections? Illusions? Wait. Date?!?!? Was this a DATE? When did that happen? Akihiro tilted his head in confusion. He put his hands out and pumped his hands to tell Mara to slow down. "Okay first off. Its all good. Secondly. What the hell is your mutation? Illusions? Projections? Hallucinations? 'nd thirdly. Woah wait...Date? Like I am good with dat but like let bitch know first, ya know? Like you are amazing! I am enjoying myself more with you then I have in a long time with someone else. SO yeah if this is a date, I am good with it." Akihiro still trying to come down from the surprise of the whatever they were appearing, to all the mixed emotions after, when he finally was able to speak it was all at once.

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When it came to those mutants that made their existence known to the point that they even had an alias to go along with their identity, Mara knew about as much about them as the general public might know. She didn't keep up too strongly with the media that surrounded them, and she certainly wasn't using her genetic mutation as a means of NETWORKING.

For all she knew, Akihiro could have been any Tom, Dick or Harry that lived within the MASSIVE CITY, and even if she'd had a full name to work off of, she wouldn't know the implications of that name. The sight of the CLAWS though, she'd seen enough merchandise in stores involving THE WOLVERINE to know that they were at least very similar, if not connected somehow. What she KNEW FOR SURE about the big-name heroes like the X-Men was that they didn't earn those big names without being POWERFUL in some way. The sense of possible danger hadn't started ringing within her mind just yet, but she was watchful.

As she watched the claws retract, Mara's stance became less tense and she exhaled a breath quietly out of relief.

He laughed. Good. All that practice that she had in maintaining her composure all her life had really PAID OFF. Letting your emotions get the better of you when you were capable of manipulating dark energy...wasn't IDEAL. So she had taken the chance that learning martial arts gave her to ALSO learn breathing techniques and the like.

With her shoulders more relaxed, she gave a small huff of a slightly nervous laugh.

"That was my bad, sorry. Wouldn't have blamed ya if you'd turned me into a pin cushion, but I'm glad ya didn't do all th' same." Mara ran her fingers through her short hair to get it away from her eyes.

"Honestly, I'm...REALLY glad you're not normal. Not like- in a creepy way or anything," she stumbled over her words slightly before continuing, "I just mean that, I don't have a lot of FRIENDS, but...th' ones I do have aren't normal either." She chewed briefly on her bottom lip and nodded slightly.

"Haven't been on a DATE in...an embarrassingly long time, and I'm sure that's VERY OBVIOUS by now, so..."

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WHAT!?! Was Mara holding her hands out in front of her!?! The beings still hadn't attacked. In fact many just seemed like normal people, but not. What?!? huh? Many people had known that Akihiro had mutations, he wasn't subtle about it. It unfortunately didn't make him any friends and even more enemies. So when the opportunity had presented itself to Akihiro to where he could fake his death and start anew then he took it. Now very very knew Akihiro in general. EASY WITH.....THE CLAWS!?!? Easy....with the claws.....? "W....wouldn't hurt....them?" Akihiro tried to maintain some composure, even within his confusion. He hadn't moved from his stance. His gaze darted ferally from Mara's gaze to her hands now at her side, she had made a point at showing that she was doing it. A none threatening gesture. A joke. Akihiro chuckled a little, dropping his stance, his arms going limp. The SHHHiiiinGg sound of a metal blade on metal sound could be heard as his claws slowly retracted into sheathes within his body, that had already healed up around the spots where the blades had emerged, only droplets of blood remained to show anything had happened at those locations.

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There were two living people on the PLANET that knew what Mara was capable of in any respect...and now that number had increased to THREE. It wasn't something she was normally so reckless with, but the existence of ghosts was a debated enough topic that she could backpedal if there was a reaction that she deemed to be less than TOLERANT. She could claim it was a trick of the light, or projections, or smoke and mirrors. Mara also knew her way around well enough to be able to make a clean getaway.

As much as she hated having to think this deeply about such a simple thing as BEING HERSELF, she wasn't naïve enough to believe that she could ever fully drop her guard. Not without having a contingency plans for her contingency plans.

What she genuinely HADN'T been prepared for though, was the sudden appearance of what appeared to be CLAWS that were coming out of Akihiro's hands, and his wrists. Her eyes went wide as she realized that at the very least, she hadn't been dealing with an AVERAGE HUMAN.

"Woah, shit, hold on! Woah woah woah!" Mara held her hands up in front of herself as she looked to Akihiro, making a passive gesture with her palms out to him. Her brows rose as she maintained eye contact with him as she spoke, a small smile tugging at her lips mostly out of nervousness at that point.

"Easy with th' claws there, pretty boy," she attempted to soothe the situation. "It wouldn't hurt 'em anyway. They don't wanna hurt you though, so that shouldn't be a problem." She lowered her hands to her sides, her gaze moving from Akihiro's claws to his eyes.

"So...seems like both of us have something that makes us a little weird, huh? Small world. Guess I shouldn't expect anything else in New York though, throw a rock and you hit a...SPIDER-KID or something, right?" She was definitely rambling, and all she could hope was that she was defusing the tension.

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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢...

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Linguistics were easy for Akihiro, he knew many languages some of included English, Japanese, Greek, Italian, and German. It was a good thing that they came easy to him though, Romulus made him learn them, and fast. It was required if he was going to fit into certain groups or infiltrate the ranks of various organizations. Akihiro had tried to not let Romulus know how easily that he picked up languages. All that being said, Japanese was Akihiro's native language. Mara's response about not knowing anyone buried in the cemetery, baffled Akihiro further. Wait ghosts? Did she ask if he believed in ghosts? Akihiro put his hand out horizontally and flat then tilted it back and forth to indicate that he 'kind of, sort of, but not completely believes in ghosts'. "I mean I do but not completely? Like there is a lot of weird stuff out there but I've never seen a ghost. So I don't really know if I believe in them or not." The uncertainty in his voice was very apparent, and there was nothing that Akihiro could do about it. He wasn't sure if he should believe or not and since he didn't really care about the subject.....wait....should he be caring about this subject? Tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion. There are more kinds of spooks and specters? Mara is moving her hand? It's kind of hypnotic watching her do whatever it is that she is doing though. The confusion and wonder, for Akihiro, would be short lived. People appearing everywhere. Akihiro was surrounded. Were these people friend or foe? Was Mara some sort of assassin or spy? Dropping to a crouch with his arms out and bent downward, two adamantine claws coming from in-between his pointer and middle fingers and another coming from in-between in ring and pinky finger, and a third coming from his wrist near his thumb, on both hands. His eyes darting around, waiting for the first opponent to attack him. Why weren't they attacking? What were his assailants waiting for?

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As she had taken a few steps down the path, keeping her pace leisurely so that Akihiro could have a chance to catch up to where she'd turned, the words that were being spoken by the spirits surrounding her became clearer. Well...they became more AUDIBLY CLEAR. She didn't have the faintest idea as to what they were saying. She didn't know enough Japanese to do anything beyond asking where the restroom and bus stations were.

While Mara had always made it a point to study other cultures, that didn't mean that she was FLUENT in a multitude of languages. She had a few under her belt, but JAPANESE wasn't one of them. Not for lack of interest in learning it. She knew a few basic phrases, but the extent that it would take her to be fluent would require her to simply LIVE IN JAPAN, or to have a teacher that was willing to be VERY PATIENT as she muscled through her DYSLEXIA so that she could keep the sentence structure in order.

When she once more heard ENGLISH in the sea of a language much more foreign to her, her attention immediately snapped to Akihiro. Her brows arched somewhat as her expression read as one of someone that had been FOUND OUT somehow.

Then again, she was probably just being a little PARANOID.

"Uhm..." Mara pursed her lips briefly before shaking her head a few times. "Not...technically, no..."

For the first time in her life really, she felt a CALLING to tell someone the truth as to who she was...what she was CAPABLE OF. There was no way of telling if Akihiro was an Anti-Mutant sympathizer, but she liked to think that in her lifetime, she'd developed a good sense of her INSTINCTS.

She rolled her lips briefly in thought before speaking once more.

"I dunno if you believe in GHOSTS..." she started, pausing in her steps in front of a stone bench and taking a seat upon it. She looked to him expectantly as to invite him to sit beside her. Once he had, she continued speaking.

"An' I'm not talking that Amityville, Zak Bagans, manufactured for ratings BULLSHIT." She took a deep breath before lifting her left hand up and making a slow and deliberate sweeping gesture along the space in front of them.

"I'm talkin'...THIS."

An instant later, Mara's eyes shone with a soft white glow for a moment. In that moment, a handful of spirits would become visible not only to her, but to AKIHIRO as well. She felt like she was barely breathing after she revealed her abilities, as she awaited this man's reaction. Whether she needed to fight or fly, she was READY. She hoped that she didn't need to do EITHER.

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Akihiro burst out into laughter at Mara's comparison of 80's rock era of mocking Christianity to cope with their religious trauma to an epidemic. Akihiro made a face mocking someone trying to be pious, nodding along with Mara's rant about the 80's era of music in a strange attempt at humor. "How dare Madonna do such a horrible, horrible thing. Who does she think she is, the Virgin Mary herself? Psht Honey she's NO virgin." Mimicking the tone and vernacular that of a gossipy church woman, the ones usually hating on things like music and the like, putting his hands on his hips that were now slightly out, in a sassy pose. His dramatic display broke in a instant as a huge grin spread across Akihiro's face, as he couldn't contain his laughter at his own overly dramatic ridiculousness. Mara turned a corner and Akihiro almost missed it, and in a goofy dramatic one leg out and one arm sticking out stopped, before turning and quickly following Mara to the headstones. Seeing where she was standing, confused Akihiro. Did she know someone buried here? This cemetery was, as far as Akihiro knew, primarily. if not solely containing corpses of people of the Asian decent, or even more of the Japanese culture. Hence the Bon Festival being held here. Akihiro slowed his pace down to almost a stop so that there was a few feet in between him and Mara. "Do you know someone buried here?" Akihiro hated saying that in that way. These are not the people that the names on the headstone says. They are corpses, not the people. Most of them have biodegraded down to feed the earth by now. That being said Akihiro did understand that most people did have sentiments and attachments to the body. It's while people are alive is when Akihiro enjoyed the attachment of the body.

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The little CONCERT that she was given was...well, KIND OF ADORABLE. She had taken her bottom lip between her teeth as he seemed to realize just how open and unfiltered he was being. From there, Mara offered Akihiro a genuine smile, and there was a spark of appreciation to be found in her green eyes. She had come to the festival in order to feel a deeper connection to HUMANITY, and she had certainly found just that.

She didn't draw negative attention to his display at all. There was nothing for him to be ashamed of, after all, and if anything she felt a comfort in knowing that he felt okay to be himself already with her. She had a bit of a habit of being OFF-PUTTING to most. At best, she was an acquired taste.

Mara hadn't ever really given it too much deep thought, but now that Akihiro mentioned it, there WERE a lot of musical artists that had chosen names that made them sound DECEPTIVELY as though they were somehow RELIGIOUS. There was a bit of a perplexed expression on her face as she thought further on the subject.

"Yeah, it was like an epidemic of the 80s, all those VERY UNHOLY bands an' singers confusing the older generation by ripping titles from scripture. Gotta love that MADONNA jumpstarted decades of religious fetishism and religious outrage all at once."

Mara turned a small corner in the cemetery, making her way over to where there were headstones that were all significantly older. As she got closer to those headstones, she could SEE the outline of the spirits that inhabited the area. A moment later, she could hear the faint echoes of their voices. It was a comfort to her by then, really. And she had found that those that had been dead longer tended to be more CHATTY than those that had passed recently.

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The sound of Mara's laughter was infectious, a huge joyous grin permeating Akihiro's features as he caught up to her. He couldn't help but doing something between a chuckle and a soft laughter rolling into actual laughter as Mara joked about being penciled in for Akihiro's next murder. 

"I'll make sure to do that, here let me do that now." Pulling his phone out from his back pocket, opening up his calendar and typed in the following. 

'Remember to assassinate Mara next' 

Akihiro then showed Mara his phone screen and chuckled

"There we go, done. Glad we got that on the books." He chuckled out his quip, trying to hold back more laughter that would inevitably make it so that he wouldn't be understood. Good thing he managed to hold it back. 

Akihiro never really got to get a humor of his own, only how to fit into those around him, anaylze them and know what kind of things would make them more willing to accept him into their circle. Jokes were not excluded from this. After pretending to enjoy certain jokes, and learning how to make them himself, Akihiro started to understand them and actually enjoy them. Darker humor, gallows humor, dead-baby jokes were all types of humor that Akihiro eventually tended to lean towards on his own past what he had to do to be within those social circles. Those being jokes that Akihiro tended to enjoy more worked in his favor since it seemed that Mara's humor matched up to his. 

The sigh took Akihiro off guard. It didn't sound like any sighs that he had heard before. Normally they were filled with discontent and upset. This one was peaceful, somehow. His eyes came open with surprise and briefly looked at Mara to check on her temperament to make sure that this sigh was actually peaceful. Okay good, Mara seemed all good. Hearing her choices of music, the expression that was brought to Akihiro's face was one that was a cross between a grin and a smirk.

"Bitchin. I love Zep! 'Hey, I felt the coldness of my winter. I never thought it would ever go, I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us.....'" Excited Akihiro started singing The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin, moving, bobbing and swaying with the song that he was singing. Akihiro stopped at the next line, getting butterflies in his stomach thinking of the next line. Not yet. Hopefully he'll get to sing that ling to her at a later date. Stopping the song and looking at Mara, smiling.

"So... that happened." His tone embarrassed and anxious, as he chuckled out the response that was supposed to diffuse the situation. 

"So...yeah. Beyond Nirvana, I like most of that genre of music. I like the band Depeche Mode, I love classic rock like Zeppelin, obviously." His tone gaining more and more confidence as he continued to answer Mara's question, ending with a chuckle after he was done stating the oh so obvious enjoyment of Led Zeppelin. 

"Love Wham!, Toto, Semisonic, Madonna, Priest, Sabbath. Fuck I sound like I go to church." Continuing his list with the same nostalgic happy tone as he remembered who he enjoyed to listen to. Finally he can be himself and not pretend to be someone else. The last thing he said was stated with a jovial emphasis to mimic being being annoyed but chuckling at the same time, as he made his final remark a joke about going to church, based on the short hand for some of the artists that Akihiro listened to. 

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As Akihiro ran up beside her, she couldn't help the GENUINE LAUGHTER that bubbled up from her lips as she looked to him with a playful incredulity.

"Alright, just make sure t' PENCIL ME IN for next time..."

If there was one surefire way to get Mara's attention, it was by having a good SENSE OF HUMOR. Preferably of the GALLOWS VARIETY, given her typical lifestyle. Akihiro had already mentioned frequenting cemeteries just as Mara did.

Beyond that though, if someone couldn't laugh at themselves, she had no interest in hanging around them, as her view on life was a sort of MINDFUL NIHILISM. She had come to understand just how small and insignificant that she was in the grand scheme of things...and she found that it was a FREEING FEELING. If she didn't make her bed, or if she was late to work, or if she made a complete IDIOT of herself in front of a VERY ATTRACTIVE individual...the world would KEEP SPINNING. That philosophy had made her feel a thousand tons lighter the day she'd reached that conclusion.

As it so happened, the lack of that societal and existential pressure meant that Mara was FAIRLY CONFIDENT in who she was and the choices she made.

Their pace was leisurely and she took in the surroundings with a content sigh before looking to Akihiro after a moment.

"So...besides KURT COBAIN, what sort of other music do you like? Personally, I really can't get enough of classic rock. Fuck me UP with some Led Zeppelin..."

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after a long day at the long day factory

[autumnmongrel]

Romulus had been hard on 'Daken'. Training him to manipulate and move within society, particularly high society, so that he could infiltrate influential people's inner circles, to be able to sway their opinions and actions based on Romulus' desires. That being said, if they didn't play by Romulus' rules or they outlived their usefulness to the shadow lord, then it was Akihiro's job to assassinate, and take the useless garbage out. Due to this Akihiro went through rigorous physical training, and trained in multiple, various martial arts for that exact purpose. Akihiro had never really had to worry about the anti-mutant problem, or had a reason to worry about it for that matter. A new smirk coming across Akihiro's face at Mara's assessment of being a good judge of character. If she only knew who he had been, in his past. Everything that he had done for Romulus. Akihiro noticed Mara's confidence in her eyes, seeing that she wasn't fully of shit and had, in fact, been honest about her abilities and capabilities and not just blowing smoke. Mara was calm, cool and collected, if more than a little smug, but not at all nervous or anxious. Akihiro made an '0' with his mouth, mocking the expression of someone both surprised and offended, jokingly of course. Teasingly laughing at her comment like he was astonished by her audacity.

"Oh! Ya think?" Said in a jesting tease rolling into a chuckle. As Mara winked and turned, it took a second for Akihiro to process what she said and what she was doing. Maybe a millisecond. Mara got out 'So I'm just gonna...TURN MY BACK, and hope that...' out before Akihiro rushed up next to her, turning his head, in a glance, to wink at her as he reached Mara's side. "How bout I walk next t' ya, instead of following you? We can skip the murder, this time." Akihiro teased back as he kept pace with Mara. They walked through the cemetery for a bit before Akihiro, chimed up. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying the moment or the quiet or the company. He just wanted to get to know this woman that he had felt a vibe with. Akihiro wanted to know what the vibe was, where it would go.

@marvelmyriad

@autumnmongrel

Like any mutant in this day and age, Mara knew that she was never really SAFE. She needed to find some semblance of peace in accepting SAFE ENOUGH, and thankfully she had learned that lesson pretty early on her life. In an effort to supplement that though, Mara HAD taken it upon herself to ensure that she knew how to protect herself if need be.

Other than the naturally enhanced strength and stamina that came with most mutations, her abilities didn't much lend themselves to a PHYSICAL FIGHT in comparison to others. Beyond that, much of what she was capable of in regards to her abilities had been self-taught.

Her HAND TO HAND combat though, and even some WEAPONS TRAINING...those had been skills that she had acquired with the expertise of someone that was a MASTER in their crafts. A good friend that lived in HELL'S KITCHEN. Being in that kind of environment on a constant basis meant that this friend HAD to be good at what she did, and Mara had put her full trust in her MANY YEARS ago.

Rolling her lips as she huffed a small laugh through her nose, she worried her bottom lip with her teeth for a moment. She held genuine CONFIDENCE in her abilities, and that shone in her eyes as she nodded somewhat.

"Well first of all, I'm an EXCELLENT judge of character," she joked, before answering earnestly. "Beyond that though, I'm more than capable of handling myself. No offense." She looked him up and down. "You at least look like you'd be a challenge, I'll give you that."

Mara winked at him before turning on her heel and taking a few more steps away from the crowd to begin their walk. "So I'm just gonna...TURN MY BACK, and hope that ya walk next t' me instead of tryin' to BRUTALLY MURDER ME." As promised, she turned and continued to walk at a leisurely pace down the cemetery path.