#datarequiem

          Alertness had long been part of the male’s programming. A natural course of action would be to acknowledge the other’s presence as soon as he was aware of its existence, but careful footsteps echoed with a specific purpose. 

          So, he would wait before turning, either unsure if it was blatant that he was humoring her actions. Much remained unknown to him- her actions, her reasoning. Instead of allowing it all to be  met with rejection, he would (slowly) attempt to understand.

          He flinched involuntarily once the shaman’s arms had coiled around his abdomen. “What are-” He paused, body unchanging. Just when he thought he could predict her actions, she provided him with something else to respond to.Oblivious at times, the man previously wearing widened eyes could understand that this action was meant to hold affection.

          With hesitance, as if he was unsure of the minuscule action on his own behalf, he slid coarse digits over the lithe ones responsible for binding the two. Interlocking his fingers with hers, he turned around to look at steely hues of the shaman who was presumably full of questions. 

                    “Che, you didn’t do it right.” 

          Without his usual hesitance, he pulled her forward into a full embrace. This is what’s normal, isn’t it?  It didn’t take much to reach across her dainty torso, but he would have to lean down if she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck.

          Yet, before victory could be celebrated, navy hues landed upon a sight that had imminently created a sense of panic.

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Years of being hidden from the world had stinted Sera’s growth as a person, though her intelligence remained unrivaled even then. If anything had saved her captors, it was her childish innocence and naivety. Born a mutant of unimaginable power, Sera was held in captivity by the same individual responsible for the Weapon X program, though with a far deeper and darker background. With her captivity itself being sanctioned by several world leaders, they have gone to extreme lengths to keep the girl hidden from the world. And more importantly, from other mutants.

However, none can elude Charles Xavier for long. Catching wind of a powerful cry for help through Cerebro, the X-men eventually found the facility in which Sera was held. With secrets exposed and knowledge of the inhuman experiments she was forced to endure, the X-men resolved to make an enemy of even the world government in order to ensure her safety and retrieval. In the end, it was Magneto who took full credit for her extraction, allowing Charles and the others to safely hide her away from while Erik dealt with the backlash. An act which earned the master of magnetism the young girl’s admiration.

The truth behind her captivity revealed the threat she possessed. Her ability to commune with technology made her a liability to the world at large. There were no secrets kept from her. Every governments dark pasts could be dredged up with but a thought, which explained why she was so feared. But this was only scratching the surface. No one could have foreseen the true power that lay asleep within her tiny frame.

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          ✖ A deep slumber on rough carpeting had been interrupted by an ambiguous outburst resembling a clash of sorts. After cautiously moving an arm out from underneath a light grasp of pale fingers, the noise draws him to closed curtains only allowing occasional, unnatural rays of light through small openings. Without hesitation, digits grasp the edges to reveal chaos surpassing the norm for the city. War had been threatened and the beginnings of such an occurrence had made their own appearances  before. 

        Yet, there was something different about this particular vision of chaos. While the city’s population had only been growing more vast, it appeared safe to assume that there was a sudden growth of the number of beings within the confines. Leaning forward slightly, his gaze fell upon the glimpse of an absent sky; the sight nearly resembled a mirror with a few alterations.

        Capable of shrugging off minuscule occurrences, it was apparent that this wasn't an event to scoff at. Walking away from the sight of an unfamiliar landscape, he grabbed his sword and placed the sheath’s cloth strap over his shoulders. Before fully making his way to the room’s door, navy orbs gravitated towards the shaman he had lent his bed to only to see that the cacophony had yet to wake her. A quick observation of the novel landscape hardly appeared to be important enough to disturb her.

        In quiet, he left the confines of his room to view an empty household. Normal circumstances would have perhaps resulted in moments of suspicion; however, viewing outside occurrences took the priority for the time being. This would be his main focus.

        A step outside of the house led him into an impending war zone. While the surrounding area wasn't oozing destruction, sounds in the distance led him to believe that the situation was more dire in the surrounding sectors. Never one to abstain from danger quick footsteps led him closer and closer to what would be the outskirts of a conglomeration of chaos. Familiar faces were scarce until a sharp turn around a corner caused him to catch a mere glimpse of hues that he believed to recognize. 

        This didn't make any sense, yet he remained positive that he knew these facial features well enough. Creased eyebrows weren't provoked through irritation. but through confusion instead.Naturally, he would choose to make his mystification known to her. 

          “Sera-?” 

                   「✍」—» The phone cradled in Lavi’s hand seemed a mundane thing compared to the chaos he watched from the window in front of him, a single green eye angled downward to watch the scenes of destruction play out in the street below. It wasn't unlike the dozens of scenes of war that the Bookman had seen before. The screams of the innocents were piercing in a way he couldn't block out, and the looted buildings looked like concrete martyrs against the backdrop of their alternate brethren. It was a scene that would bring most people to their knees, but Lavi was an exorcist. Tempered by the Bookman clan and steeled by the Black Order, the red-head was a living war machine. He thrived in these conditions.

                   But, still. This was almost too much. The hard line of Lavi’s mouth was constantly in the motions of turning downwards at the corners, and his single visible eye was grim. With his phone in one hand and his Innocence in the other, Lavi felt like he had a choice: fight, or regroup. The choice was obvious... one would never be stronger than a group. But, still. He had the urge to walk out and liberate the whole street by himself. Pale fingers curled around the handle of his hammer, knuckles turning white with how tight he was holding it. For a single moment, the exorcist teetered on the end of his decision. Then he let his gaze drop from the window to his phone, slipping his hammer into its holster as he opened a new text.

To: Moyashi, Bakanda, Sera, Mukuro From: Lavi Subject: ≖‿≖ 1/2: Meet me in front of the Mercernary Corps’ office. 2/2: Come alone.

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Kamen Rider Aria -- 仮面ライダー　アリア

Kamen Rider Aria utilizes the Requiem Driver to transform. Her henshin pose is rather neutral and composed, not using any superfluous actions--preferring to get right to the point. 

For henshin, she slides the Sound Card, which bears the likeness of several different styles of musical notes or rests, into a slot on the left of the driver. She can slide up to three at a time to produce a tune--which results in the form she will take on--and the Driver will play the resulting tune during henshin. The notes and rests that are pictured on the Cards appear on a screen on the front of the Driver, that resembles a musical staff.