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Name: Akira Sekai

Age: 27

Gender: Female



Psychological Profile: Rudemouthed and of dirty mind, yet carries herself in a sort of fierce elegance. Has a high standard for food and living conditions making her existence after her capture difficult for her. In addition she also has psychological issues likely stemming from being as intimately aware of her father’s job at as young an age as was casually introduced to her. Her temper is both intense and often violent, though it should be noted that she is not a drinker or a user of any kind. It’s hard to tell how much of her eventual full turn to becoming a crime boss was out of circumstance rather than spite to her father but either way she aimed for blood on the streets during her time acting as a Yakuza chief, and this violent side of her was only worsened by her manifestation. She has a softness for children though she rarely ever shows it.

Skills: Untrained in combat but fights like an injured tiger - albeit a clumsy one. This is to say she fights without fear (or perhaps precisely with fear) and in addition fights dirty, but lacks any skill past that. On the other hand, her firearms skills are long-trained with firearm practice with Daddy, and recently honed in her gangland campaign against him - which alone would make her a person you’d hesitate to mess with even before the discovery of her Abyssal blood. She is also bilingual - speaking both English and Japanese fluently.

Abilities: Demonic powers shared by her bloodline triggered by near-death experience. Can be activated to give her fire magic, though still raw and unrefined, usually manifested in crimson and scarlet flames. This magic generally shows itself in short bursts though it is clear that there’s hidden potential below this threshold that Akira has yet to tap into.

Equipment: A Glock 440 (.50 GI handgun) and MPX-45 (5th generation .45 caliber SMG) with no stock are her general carry-around weapons, she has a general preference for firearms and uses them regularly in combat in tandem with her powers. She also possessed an ancient family heirloom that, previously unbeknownst to her, serves a Demonic Catalyst, now contained (see A-525)

Background: Born to an wealthy father and an estranged mother, Akira Sekai was brought up rich but was often introduced to the harsh realities of life growing up, and particularly to the presence of crime which only grew as she got older and understood her father’s true occupation. She half wondered if he’d ever really even tried to hide it. This is to say, Akai Sekai was the head of an extremely powerful clan of Yakuza, one that was heavily involved with the growing gambling syndicates in Japan. Her life was largely uninvolved with this, but her money that was used to fund her more lavish lifestyle, her parties, clothes, cars and bailouts all grew from this rotten source that Akai had burrowed into. She’d not see him very often as a result of his occupation and as she grew older he started to drift away even more - giving her money and letting her do whatever she wanted without any care whatsoever, but she would accompany him to certain public events, particularly the sports events that he’d “sponsored”. Akai’s favourite was combat sports, and made the most money from kickboxing.

Something that had been long rumoured about the Sekai family was their tie to ancient demonic bloodlines of terrible power - Akai had told Akira, when she’d heard it, this was a ridiculous rumour that was only created because of their dominance and wealth.

One day, she fell out with her father for reasons she won’t speak about - the only thing she’d let loose was that she’d found something out about him and was so upset and shocked that she packed up and stormed away to a hotel.

In a fit of anger and grief she decided she’d had enough of him and vowed to destroy everything he’d built out of sheer spite.

Offering an unlucky prospect that had been scheduled to be sponsored by Akai’s kickboxing organization the opportunity for steady pay in exchange for protecting her life, and warning him that his organization was soon to be destroyed - Kiyoshi Hanaoka became her first ally in her war against her father. Working off the few savings she had from her father’s tremendous allowance he granted her she assembled a somewhat poxy crew of gangsters that she’d lead in her own operations against him. The first time she ever used a gun outside of target practice was during a heist on a rival mob bank, where she shot two gunmen and killed one. Having lost several men of her own during the heist and being forced into several firefights afterward she’d decided to take matters to its source and force her father at gunpoint to step down from his clan. After failing to muster the courage to shoot him after he'd refused to step down in their confrontation she fled, in a fit of anger and an act of disrespect stealing the ceremonial blade mounted in their family mansion. She'd yet underestimated how cold her father was, and in an attempt to stop her permanently, Akai phoned an anonymous tip to the police on her license plate and during a police chase she crashed her car into a wall. Her body almost being broken in half triggered something within her, and the blade that she’d stolen out of spite exploded into a crimson and scarlet fireball as the car hit the wall - destroying an entire block of the city in an instant. It seemed that the rumours her father had dismissed were certainly true - and what's more the sword was more than an heirloom.

When she awoke she’d been apprehended by Sefirot’s Agents whilst she’d been knocked unconscious, and her new life began as a contained Anomaly - and eventually an Agent.

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A-525: Kogarasu Maru

Grade: Esh

Description: A black steel Japanese tachi blade built in an unusual style that combined the ancient Japanese Ken blade and the modern Katana blades most are familiar with - with a particular unique double edged design. Its Tsukamaki on the handle is wrapped in crimson red in a classic Hira Maki tachi style. By all accounts outside of its somewhat anachronistic nature it doesn't seem to be particular abnormal in appearance.

Containment Protocol: Keep locked and sealed in a weapon's vault with a clear window for observation.

Anomalous Qualities: It is yet unknown the full scale of the object's abilities and who can and can't manifest them but its incredible destructive activation during Akira's capture immediately made it a significant threat. Further testing should be conducted once safe measures to do so are devised.
Sergio della Gherardesca


I'd take the opportunity to go to the library - getting an idea of when and where we are precisely would certainly help in this bizarre exercise.

Midway through a daydream (an irregular happening) about the tiramisu that Amy had gratefully enjoyed I arrive. By happenstance the Knight who'd poked fun at my offering of dessert to the cleric was there, flipping through books attentively.

I don't know him especially well, but I also definitely do not know the two Knights in the library with him, though one reminds me vaguely of Lein with their androgynous look and Hundi heritage.

"Came for some light reading before we depart, eh?" I mutter, making idle conversation as I sit at a desk nearby. I'd be half tempted to light a cigarette if I wasn't in a highly esteemed library.

@Eisenhorn @Raineh Daze
Sergio della Gherardesca


For now I let the others take the lead with the questions - most of what I intended to ask the others had already gotten to. It is an odd thing, though, seeing a dead legend seemingly reanimated in front of your face for whatever test this is. The recent spell of magic spawned insanity is definitely starting to get at me.

"A meal before we embark is wise." I say, somewhat absent mindedly, agreeing with Gerard's pitch.

@HereComesTheSnow @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze
Sergio della Gherardesca


I sit by Amy, smiling graciously at the invitation, Abele mercifully deciding to sit a few pews away as opposed to next to me and Amy. The others take their seats also, and I take the moment to genuinely invest myself in the prayer. I will admit, my talks with Mayon have been far less frequent ever since the battle versus the Boars. I half-wonder if she decides not to listen and assume the sudden piousness is for my own gain with Amy.

A foul line of questioning I perished entirely, and I instead thank Mayon for sparing my life when we fought on her hallowed ground, and for allowing my arm to heal healthily in the days that follow. I also pray that this dessert that Abele and I toiled over would be worth the effort.

Fingers locked and hands pressed against my forehead I open my eyes as Amy finishes her prayer, and nod at her thanks. However her mention of 'my friend' makes me realise I hadn't even introduced Abele.

Well now he'll make a big deal of it. I grumble.

"Ah, yes, my apologies Dame Amy, this is my...half-brother, Abele." My hands lift up in gesture to him, it feels ridiculous sometimes to think we are related with how drastically different we appear.

Abele himself couldn't stop grinning, his olive features more amused than I've ever seen prior. The one advantage to this was that it probably shut the bastard idiot up. He bows, both to Amy and the other two Knights present.

Mayon seems to hear my wishes as Amy finally notices the dessert under wraps. I smile as confidently as I would normally.

"I'd been...ah..forward, but you'd mentioned your fondness for baked goods in the tent. Perhaps you'd care to sample this...I...we...baked it ourselves."

@6slyboy6 @Raineh Daze @Eisenhorn
Sergio della Gherardesca


As a cleric, I suppose it was only natural that she'd be at the chapel. Of course, that makes things difficult - I am unsure when would be an appropriate time to present Amy with the dessert that we'd so painstakingly attempted to bake. Surely it would spoil if I were to delay?

"You never told me she was a Mayonite, Serj." Abele is trying his hardest not to mock me openly, probably the greatest display of restraint I've ever seen from him outside of him not bashing his own head into a wall as a toddler. I nevertheless hush him, as I approach the group of Knights in the process of beginning their prayer, holding my covered dessert in my hands uncharacteristically awkwardly.

Abele shadows behind me with a stupid grin on his face as I glance to the group with a smile.

"Apologies to have caught you all before your commitment to Mayon." I say, with honesty. "I have...business with Dame Amy, but perhaps I-"

"We."

"Perhaps we could join you in prayer first?"

@6slyboy6 @Raineh Daze @Eisenhorn
Sergio della Gherardesca


"...And, what, I keep doing this motion?"

"Until it's consistent, yeah. See, you have it, brother!"

"It's getting easier, yes. What are you doing?"

"I am advising, fratello. Although...I could cook this tiramisu myself if you wa-"

"Eat shit."

"That's what I thought."
Sergio della Gherardesca


"Abele, I know what an egg is."

He holds it like he was showing a child something - I half hope he has a muscle spasm and crushes it in his hand.

"Yeah? I was worried all that living with these fancy maids made you forget." He spins it on a fingertip, olive features smirking smugly at me. "In any case, this, fratello, is your best friend."

"I suppose it talks less than you do."

He finally frowns, cracking the egg and pouring its contents into the clay bowl on the table in front of us, using the edge of the bowl to make the crack.

"Without this you have nothing, Sergio. Your desserts for your belladonna, they will fall apart without something holding them together. This is the glue to keep that dream alive."

My eyes are halfway rolled into my head - I wonder if my lectures are as flowery and pretentious as his. The yellow blob in the center of the clear slime surrounding it bounces as Abele slams his hands on the table to try and grab my attention.

"I am deadly serious, Sergio, listen!" He clicks his fingers at me, an azure lock dangles in front of his face.

Fine. I'll humour him.

"Now, in a lot of ways baking isn't so far from making love to a beautiful wo-"
Sergio della Gherardesca


I still cannot believe the terms in which this unholy union had been agreed. And moreover, how short of a time it took me to decide. I would almost certainly regret this.

I'd struck up a conversation with Amy whilst our respective injuries had been fixed. I wasn't so coherent at the start, I admit, the pain was not an ally in my attempt at small talk. But as the care was focused upon me I found my wits quickly. A greenhorn with her particular background was an unusual draft pick but having seen her abilities first hand that day, I was grateful to have her.

She asked about me, in addition. Perhaps out of kindness, perhaps out of genuine interest. I divulged what felt necessary. The normal sort of stories.

We did not speak of religion, which strikes me as odd in retrospect. Perhaps I could think of that a success in engaging idle talk.

In any case, I'd mentioned being hungry - and asked the cleric what food she fancied after the battle. Oddly, she specified a sweet treat of some kind. My father's recipes were what immediately came to mind, and so an idea had formulated in the clouds of thoughts misting up in my head after the fighting. But the key to the entire thing was a skill I did not have.

Enter: Abele the Jester.

He'd petitioned to join the Knights at least once before - to no success. Unlike me he had very little proof of merit or anything to his name besides the one he shared with me. And so the thought of a feeless trip to the headquarters so he could feel like anything of worth besides being the most prominent pain in my asino...it appealed to him.

I take a moment by my usual spot near the gates, Abele in predictably close tow. He groans as I retrieve a cigarette, rolling his eyes. I relish the control I have for the moment. It wouldn't last.

A match is struck, and I take the first drag from the burning cigarette, closing my eyes. I shake my recovering arm slightly as a jolt of pain bolts through it.

"A minute." I state, firmly and with no concession. I would need as such before this undertaking.

He sighs, irritated, instead gazing at the gates to keep his dog-like brain occupied.
Sergio


and

Abele


"...I'm asking for your help, idiota!"

"Ah! So you admit it! A first for you, you stubborn vacca!"


"Don't be that way about it. It isn't as if my life depends on you."

"Bullshit. If it didn't, you wouldn't have asked."


"Have I not helped you?"

"No, brother, you force yourself on situations that don't ask for you."


"Pah! And now I am the one that calls bullshit."

"What?"


"Erina. The stolen cow. The magic broth-"

"FINE, ENOUGH, ENOUGH!"


"Things are a bit clearer, eh?"

"...For the record, asino, the cow was a misunderstanding, eh?"


"You misunderstood it wasn't yours."

"...Do you seriously not remember any of the recipes he cooked?"


"..."

"...The tiramisu?"


"..."

"I'm unsure if I remember how to make that, in fact."


"Are you going to help me or not, jester?"

"You- I told you not to call me...you redheaded fucking uptight prick!"


"Abele, this is testing me."

"You're testing me!"


"Brother...it's an important favour."

"..Hmph."


"..."

"..."


"Well?"

"...How soon do you want to have mastered this?"


"In a few days time. Sooner if we can manage it."

"...I expect a full tour of the grounds. And whoever you're making this for, I want to meet them. It's been too long since I've seen one of your attempts to court a woman, brother!"


"I...?!!"

"Final offer, Knight of the Harvest Moon!"


"Fine. FINE! Consider it done."

"HAH! YES!"


"Look your best though, for Mayon's sake. I can't have the Captain think I'm entertaining a tramp."

Sergio della Gherardesca


I raise an eyebrow as she responds, beckoning me over and inviting me on the journey to the healer's tent. Silly to say, I flash a smile in the midst of the deafening pain. It is often the simple things that raise you after such an ordeal.

"Your magic may have won us the battle." I say, simply, lowering my arm anyway. I hobble with as much faux firmness as I can muster, oozing the last dredges of confidence buried in. The broken bird act was a pitiful one, and not one I'd ever employ.

"There's much I rely on Mayon to...forgive me for, eh?" I chuckle, watching Amy's hoarse curse beneath her breath. "But there's much we give her for her to be thankful. I think that's true."

A nod as she looks to my own injuries. "A good meal would heal my injuries faster, though."

It is truly a dire time when imagining the smell of Father's pasta dish is hard.

@6slyboy6
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