[Open!] Come forth!

[teachingpeace]

Where: The country of Ame
When: The entire month of April
Notes: Basically, Nagato's health has been improving lately so you'll be able to catch him out and about pretty much anywhere in the country, be it borders or around the city. He's always accompanied by his Deva path, and you might get said path first. In other words, hello, come get trolled.

Nagato had been restless lately. The months before this, it hadn't been such a worrying thing, just him consolidating his energy to reverse the damage he'd done to himself by overextending, but now... now he just wanted to be out. Out where he could interact more directly with the contact rain in his country, where he could watch his people without needing to send his paths out to do it for him...

This meant that people who had never really gotten to meet him before, in spite of having been in Ame since he'd taken control, were finally getting the chance to see him face to face, instead of simply being in contact with his paths.

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[incubi_abel]

"Unfortunately, I'm at a loss on how to perfect my abilities even more," Abel confessed, looking at the weapons in his hands. "I know there is a way to master my bloodline abilities, but the how is the knowledge I lack."

He gestured slightly with the swords. "Which was one of the reasons I was out here, my lord. Trying to attempt the highly difficult." He wasn't going to call it impossible because it wasn't.

[teachingpeace]

"You mentioned wings once, when you first got here." He straightened slightly, cocking his head. "Is that what you're trying to learn?"

[incubi_abel]

He nodded with a sigh. "According to the clan rumor, they're the ultimate sign of mastery, but so very few actually achieve that state that no one is sure how."

[teachingpeace]

"Have you tried being dropped from the sky?" It was a simple thing so far as he saw it, and looked at him curiously.

[incubi_abel]

"That would certainly be one way to force a bloodline like that," Abel said on a huff of air. The idea honestly hadn't occurred to him due to the other problems that popped up with the idea. "But that does raise some questions such as how high should one be dropped from? What happens if I succeed in summoning the blood wings? What happens if I fail to sprout wings?"

He offered his lord a wry smile. "A dead shinobi wouldn't be much use to you, my lord."

[teachingpeace]

The look Abel was getting was speculative, and by no means negative. Just curious. Very curious. "I would be happy to help one of my shinobi learn to fly." He shifted back, then a moment later was up in the air, not even a jump just... up. He offered him his hands. "Shall we?"

[incubi_abel]

Abel looked at his lord in surprise before taking the offered hands. "Yes, my lord."

There was no hesitation in his actions. He trusted Nagato-Sama with his life.

[teachingpeace]

Nodding, he took his hands and made sure that the other man was prepared for taking his weight that way... then up into the sky they went. It was windier up there, and wetter by far, but he didn't mind, instead checking downwards and on Abel. After all, the man was likely confused at his own sense of weightlessness given how they got up here, but Nagato had no intent to explain.

"Not high enough..."

[incubi_abel]

Abel kept his eyes focused on Nagato as they rose up in the air. He trusted his lord, but he was also trying to ignore the very empty space below his feet. He continued focusing on his breathing. He could do this. With his lord's help, he would finally master his bloodline.

[teachingpeace]

He could tell Abel was trying not to panic. It was cute, sometimes, the way that his people threw themselves full tilt into their trust of him to calm themselves sometimes. Especially when he did something terrifying. It made him smile.

"When I let go, you'll be ready, won't you?"

[incubi_abel]

"Yes, my lord," Abel replied without hesitation. He would be ready for whatever happened.

Even if this didn't work, there was a good possibility of it getting him closer to mastery.

[teachingpeace]

He spiraled them up higher, a lazy spin to distract his shinobi, and then he threw the man up and away from him. "Quickly now." And then, he let himself drop. Just in case.

[incubi_abel]

Abel didn't yelp or shout at the fact he was suddenly air born. He briefly tensed as gravity reasserted itself on him before he turned in midair to spread out. He fell towards the ground, face down, and he could feel something just there as the blood pounded through his veins.

Just something else was needed.

[teachingpeace]

He noticed, then drew a breath and formed metal in his fingers. "Abel~ Dodge." Then he was flinging the senbon-like weapons at him.

[incubi_abel]

Snarling, Abel threw his arms out, using the force to twist him around in the air.

Suddenly, there was a ripple along his back before two wings of a blood red color exploded from his back, catching the air. They looked almost metallic and jagged, not at all like proper wings that would carry a man of his weight. But carry him they did, gently to the ground where he landed with a thump.

[teachingpeace]

He circled him, touching down without a disturbance in the rain and wind around him as he just studied his shinobi with a thoughtful gaze, waiting to see what the price of those wings was before getting close.

[incubi_abel]

Abel crouched there for a few minutes, getting use to the strange weight at his back before slowly standing up. He staggered slightly with one hand coming up to his head as a brief wave of dizziness passed over him.

"Right, need to remember that they use a lot of blood to form," Abel said with a wry grin.

[teachingpeace]

He considered a moment, then reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, shoving a mess of chakra into the man to compensate for the blood loss. It wasn't the same... but it should help a little.

[incubi_abel]

Abel shuddered and rose to his feet. He wasn't aware that his eyes had shifted until they were a solid red color but he frowned slightly. Poking a finger in his mouth, he discovered he suddenly had fangs.

"Well this is new," he said, a bit surprised he wasn't lisping or slurring his words. Must be connected to the wings. Fangs would definitely make getting blood easier.

[teachingpeace]

Well. Okay then. He looked him over, then held out his hand, giving him a patient look. "I want to see if you have any loss of control with the new additions. I promise I can get you off me easily enough. take some blood."

[incubi_abel]

Nodding once, Abel walked over to Nagato and gently sliced his hand with the kunai. Holding his other hand above the cut, he reached out for that crimson liquid, and it streaked up to impact his skin, quickly being absorbed.

Unable to help it, Abel chuckled slightly. "You're rather tasty, my lord."

[teachingpeace]

"I a unique, I would expect nothing less." It was a murmur, and he held still, relaxed and obviously confident that he could pull away before Abel managed to actually weaken him. He didn't, however, do so immediately, seeing if Abel would decide it first. "I didn't realize you worked on a sense of taste for this."

[incubi_abel]

Abel closed his fingers, stopping the flow and backed up a few polite steps. His Lord's blood had revitalized him quite nicely. "It is less of actual taste and more the sensation if that makes any sense."

It was difficult to explain actually to someone who didn't experience it first hand and could understand it from his point of view. He tried moving his new wings and grinned when they obeyed. It was going to take practice, but he would learn how to fight and possibly fly with them.

[teachingpeace]

"I have sensor abilities. I understand the strangeness of another sense in that manner." His gaze drifted to the wings, studying them carefully as he settled back on his heels. He felt tired, for the first time in a while, and it weighed on him.

[incubi_abel]

Abel glanced at Nagato before truly looking at him. "May I escort you to your residence, my lord?" He ducked his head slightly in respect. "Forgive me for saying so, but you look worn."

He concentrated on the new wings, and with a delighted hum, he figured out how to dismiss them. His shirt hung off him with the back completely shredded, but the wings had been absorbed back into his body. The only sign of their appearance were two fresh scars on his back, running down it on each side of his spine where they had emerged.