[Akira laughs, light and airy, before he ducks his head and shuts his eyes again. this time, when he reaches out and grasps at Satanael, he doesn't let go]
-- Persona!
[it's instinct, to cry out that word as he summons, almost like that word is a catalyst for his power in and of itself. the blue fire is back, but this time it doesn't just whirl around his fingertips. it curls around his ankles and legs, dances around his arms, burning away his outfit to replace it with a far more stylish leather coat and red gloves. but Minato only gets a brief glimpse of the mask-- white with black rings-- before that incinerates into nothing, and a semi-transparent being bursts to life at Akira's back]
[Satanael is a large and imposing creature by nature, but thankfully he isn't nearly as huge as he was the first time Akira summoned him. still. . . he hovers above his master, the barrel of his rifle propped against his shoulder. Akira inhales sharply, because he can feel that power coursing through his fingertips, buzzing through him like electricity. and it's a fucking rush. a shot of adrenaline that he hadn't realized he was missing until now]
[it feels like. . . he's regained a lost piece of himself. a vital part of his soul, his very being]
[he never thought he'd be able to do this again. the fact that he can sends him into another fit of euphoric laughter, one red-gloved hand pressed against his face]
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[Akira laughs, light and airy, before he ducks his head and shuts his eyes again. this time, when he reaches out and grasps at Satanael, he doesn't let go]
-- Persona!
[it's instinct, to cry out that word as he summons, almost like that word is a catalyst for his power in and of itself. the blue fire is back, but this time it doesn't just whirl around his fingertips. it curls around his ankles and legs, dances around his arms, burning away his outfit to replace it with a far more stylish leather coat and red gloves. but Minato only gets a brief glimpse of the mask-- white with black rings-- before that incinerates into nothing, and a semi-transparent being bursts to life at Akira's back]
[Satanael is a large and imposing creature by nature, but thankfully he isn't nearly as huge as he was the first time Akira summoned him. still. . . he hovers above his master, the barrel of his rifle propped against his shoulder. Akira inhales sharply, because he can feel that power coursing through his fingertips, buzzing through him like electricity. and it's a fucking rush. a shot of adrenaline that he hadn't realized he was missing until now]
[it feels like. . . he's regained a lost piece of himself. a vital part of his soul, his very being]
[he never thought he'd be able to do this again. the fact that he can sends him into another fit of euphoric laughter, one red-gloved hand pressed against his face]