Amanaki walked along the streets as he noticed the repairs being made. He had heard of the destruction and chaos that had befallen Magnolia, but he came to see it with his own eyes. As was usually the case, he was messing with his water, swaying it through the air and studying it every few seconds as he walked the streets that had been nearly abandoned by the aftermath of the slaughter brought on by one of the guilds lead by a sinner, one that Amanaki at the moment did not care to meet. He had seen too much death and destruction in his past and he did not want to meet the fate of others. His memories were always so fuzzy though, and sometimes blotchy, but they were all he had. He knew his name who he was, but all such memories felt like a dream to the man that could not eat or sleep. He simply did not need to. Life only truly seemed to be clear for the first time in his life, and his calm collected attitude showed that all he could think about was why the Lady of Death would cause so much destruction in this town.
He played with the water he was messing with that he was swishing around in the air around his right hand, holding his blade that was far longer than most might be in his right. The blade was pointed up and he held it backwards, the back of the blade laying up against the back of his arm. He stopped for a moment to observe his water. His memories of the being teaching him his slaying art was fuzzy, but he still did not understand why he was unable to eat normal water. His water seemed to look and smell the same, but he was unable to consume water like other slayers. He frowned, turning the water to ice, as it fell to the ground in front of him. He also had the ability to use ice, which he could not eat either, which still puzzled him to no end.
He turned to a building beside him and crystalized the water in the air into ice, and struck the wall that was crumbled beside him to test his mettle and to make sure he still had the strength behind him, though it still fell short of when he had remembered being knocked out recently. That was when it all became fuzzy and dreamlike. Life seemed different to the man now. He walked to where he remembered the library once was. Nothing remained, and all the books he had read were all destroyed. Savage Skull had laid waste to the city, leaving none who were caught in the blast alive. He looked around, hoping that he might see someone around in this barren wasteland. He went back to unconsciously playing with the water in the air, waving his hand back and forth as he played with the clear liquid that he was having such problems understanding at the moment.
He played with the water he was messing with that he was swishing around in the air around his right hand, holding his blade that was far longer than most might be in his right. The blade was pointed up and he held it backwards, the back of the blade laying up against the back of his arm. He stopped for a moment to observe his water. His memories of the being teaching him his slaying art was fuzzy, but he still did not understand why he was unable to eat normal water. His water seemed to look and smell the same, but he was unable to consume water like other slayers. He frowned, turning the water to ice, as it fell to the ground in front of him. He also had the ability to use ice, which he could not eat either, which still puzzled him to no end.
He turned to a building beside him and crystalized the water in the air into ice, and struck the wall that was crumbled beside him to test his mettle and to make sure he still had the strength behind him, though it still fell short of when he had remembered being knocked out recently. That was when it all became fuzzy and dreamlike. Life seemed different to the man now. He walked to where he remembered the library once was. Nothing remained, and all the books he had read were all destroyed. Savage Skull had laid waste to the city, leaving none who were caught in the blast alive. He looked around, hoping that he might see someone around in this barren wasteland. He went back to unconsciously playing with the water in the air, waving his hand back and forth as he played with the clear liquid that he was having such problems understanding at the moment.