[He watches Eren swallow past a large bite without fully chewing, a touch of amusement in his eyes—slightly deepened by the response. Itachi’s attention turns ahead, steering them down another street in the direction of a wide, open park with greenery the likes of which Hell never had. Seeing an open sky, wilderness, sunshine... perhaps it was something he took for granted in the past. He now covets these spaces, disliking the busier districts crowded with people.]
Not a lizard. [A faint smile shapes his mouth, hidden and lost to his next bite of dango.] Something called a Witch. There were two designations in that other world—a Monster and a Witch.
[It should go without saying that dragons are monsters, but just in case it isn’t clear:]
You played the other role. And you looked the part, as well. [Eyes pass Eren over as he stops by a cool, shaded tree.] Tall. Scaled. Wings, fangs, and talons. Is it difficult to imagine?
[ there were more monstrous things out there, and perhaps he didn’t need to have any extra appendages or accessories to strike terror into the hearts of billions— that’s what made it more believable when it could just seem like some fairy tale. no one around here expects a fifteen meter giant with a lipless maw and pointed elven ears. or one of the more elaborate ones. his brother is giant monke.
the last dango would have to remain a lone warrior at the butt of eren’s stick once they’re in a place that gets his facial features and even his shoulders to seem less tense. they are. he’s seen marley’s busy streets, but this city’s metropolis was a little too much for him. he favored quiet, these days, or only selected company that was dwindling by his own choices.
he’s trying to pick at the small points of a smile that could be here and there, all subtle, and like he’d be able to gauge more if he simply gawked at it. ]
Does that still make you a Witch? [ and after a beat, ] Wizard?
[It isn't difficult to note the physical change in Eren's posture when they breach the edge of trees and enter the park. Similar, even, to his own - a slow ease of tension to be taken out of the steel jungle behind them and placed in familiar territory. The ability to think now returned to them, greenery clearing the mind. It's quieter here. Less chatter, less bustle, less crowds.
Itachi calmly finishes his dango as black eyes study the surrounding area, leaves and branches stirred in a tepid breeze. He continues to hold the skewer pinched in his grasp; experimentally, a fingertip prods one sharp end, indenting flesh, a glossy fingernail catching the shaded sunlight of the afternoon.]
No, just a Witch. [The smile twitches, more obvious now as it shapes his lips.] You were almost towering as a dragon. About here. [One hand extends to draw the line above Eren's head a good distance, over a foot from his own height.] I did have unique magic as a Witch, but now my original abilities have been returned to me, outside the gems. I prefer it that way.
[ was being a lizard better than being a titan? lmao, with less information, he'd still go with what's been finally at a sizable level of usage and experience instead of something brand new like . . . the gem powers. on top of needing what's currently his and feeling at ease to know it's still with him rather than stolen. the realization that what was originally itachi's was taken from him was . . . troubling. ]
To have them taken in the first place . . . [ dangerous. and having to adapt to something else in a short amount of time? it spelled trouble. it took him years to get three-dimensional maneuvering to an acceptable achievement. he'd always lag behind his classmates if it weren't for the will to catch up to them. the outside breeze against pantsless thighs after accidentally setting them on fire was crisp in his thoughts and wrinkles his nose. thanks, stiles. ] It's not easy. [ for me. ] What could you, naturally?
we can prob wrap this up to make room for event :eyes:
[It's strange to him, of course, to have adjusted to new powers that he now no longer possessed. The well of magic within him is burned out - carried over from one dimension into another, only to be cut off here. Still, Itachi doesn't mind; it is his chakra that matters more to him. His adjustment in Aefenglom was one done out of pure necessity.
Eren's question earns a deliberate look, dark-eyed, curious to know whether he speaks from experience. What natural abilities will Eren maintain here? Something to puzzle out another time.]
Perhaps I'll show you. [He glances around at their peaceful surroundings. A couple of native gems pass, hands held between them affectionately.] … In a more suitable setting for it. Would you be willing?
👀 and then they went to a jutsu appropriate location
[ show him— even eren wished he had a similar possibility in his sleeves. it didn't seem like anywhere in this city was suitable for a titan vessel to walk around in. the whites of his eyes show for the offer so prompt, and one second more than that, he's nodding, only once. ]
I just don't think I can do the same.
[ it's a bleak and dim gaze over to the shinobi for someone so young, but there's something still there behind the dull lack of ecstatic light in his eyes: inquisitiveness, just a sparkle, and the remains of eren that would still be passionate enough in seeing it.
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Not a lizard. [A faint smile shapes his mouth, hidden and lost to his next bite of dango.] Something called a Witch. There were two designations in that other world—a Monster and a Witch.
[It should go without saying that dragons are monsters, but just in case it isn’t clear:]
You played the other role. And you looked the part, as well. [Eyes pass Eren over as he stops by a cool, shaded tree.] Tall. Scaled. Wings, fangs, and talons. Is it difficult to imagine?
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[ there were more monstrous things out there, and perhaps he didn’t need to have any extra appendages or accessories to strike terror into the hearts of billions— that’s what made it more believable when it could just seem like some fairy tale. no one around here expects a fifteen meter giant with a lipless maw and pointed elven ears. or one of the more elaborate ones. his brother is giant monke.
the last dango would have to remain a lone warrior at the butt of eren’s stick once they’re in a place that gets his facial features and even his shoulders to seem less tense. they are. he’s seen marley’s busy streets, but this city’s metropolis was a little too much for him. he favored quiet, these days, or only selected company that was dwindling by his own choices.
he’s trying to pick at the small points of a smile that could be here and there, all subtle, and like he’d be able to gauge more if he simply gawked at it. ]
Does that still make you a Witch? [ and after a beat, ] Wizard?
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Itachi calmly finishes his dango as black eyes study the surrounding area, leaves and branches stirred in a tepid breeze. He continues to hold the skewer pinched in his grasp; experimentally, a fingertip prods one sharp end, indenting flesh, a glossy fingernail catching the shaded sunlight of the afternoon.]
No, just a Witch. [The smile twitches, more obvious now as it shapes his lips.] You were almost towering as a dragon. About here. [One hand extends to draw the line above Eren's head a good distance, over a foot from his own height.] I did have unique magic as a Witch, but now my original abilities have been returned to me, outside the gems. I prefer it that way.
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To have them taken in the first place . . . [ dangerous. and having to adapt to something else in a short amount of time? it spelled trouble. it took him years to get three-dimensional maneuvering to an acceptable achievement. he'd always lag behind his classmates if it weren't for the will to catch up to them. the outside breeze against pantsless thighs after accidentally setting them on fire was crisp in his thoughts and wrinkles his nose. thanks, stiles. ] It's not easy. [ for me. ] What could you, naturally?
we can prob wrap this up to make room for event :eyes:
Eren's question earns a deliberate look, dark-eyed, curious to know whether he speaks from experience. What natural abilities will Eren maintain here? Something to puzzle out another time.]
Perhaps I'll show you. [He glances around at their peaceful surroundings. A couple of native gems pass, hands held between them affectionately.] … In a more suitable setting for it. Would you be willing?
👀 and then they went to a jutsu appropriate location
I just don't think I can do the same.
[ it's a bleak and dim gaze over to the shinobi for someone so young, but there's something still there behind the dull lack of ecstatic light in his eyes: inquisitiveness, just a sparkle, and the remains of eren that would still be passionate enough in seeing it.
just a very small ✨ ]