Itami
He stared at her, finally understanding that she was scared of flying, and even more so now that they were basically crashing. He put a hand on the side of her head and closed his eyes, he reached in and probed about. The fear she was feeling right now overrode every other emotion, a writhing black mass of shadow. He pulled his hand away, I'll do something, give me a second. He says with a comforting voice. He then pulls the oxygen mask from his face and gets up from his seat, he walks down the isle, cloak flapping out behind him at the force of the plunging plane. He made a small symbol with one hand, it looked ancient and held a certain power to it. He began to mutter, his eyes glowed, yet not brighter, they glowed dimmer if it was possible. As if a veil of shadow had come over them. He reached down into himself, made his way through the scar that the knot of darkness inside him had left, it wasn't there anymore of course, but provided channels. Channels to his power. He reached through the scar, reopening it as he did every time he used his power, he reached up through the paths, through the nails that nailed his mask to his face, he then delved into the mask itself. This was where his power had been sealed away, to prevent him from doing harm to himself as he had all those years ago. He grabbed a handful of the huge dark mess of pain, fear, evil, lust and all negative emotions. He tugged on that handful, which then became larger than himself, larger than the plane. He then pulled it out, holding it within himself, the darkness scratching against his insides. It was only half formed, not yet physical. But it still did damage nonetheless. He crouched down and gently placed his hand on the floor, unleashing the tide. It rushed out form his hand, going through the plane floor before fully taking physical form. Now outside the plane, the darkness went to work at keeping the plane upright, straightening it out and keeping it steady. Zeus's assault suddenly stopped, it seemed Hades had finally come through. With the darkness's help, the plane finally regained its usual composure, it balanced out and Itami withdrew the darkness. He sealed it in the mask again, with great effort. It tore up some of his insides, but it would heal as it always did. His darkness could only harm him for a few moments, it wasn't permanent. The darkness settled in the mask and he coughed up blood, he wiped it away with a sleeve, got back into his seat and acted as if nothing had happened. |