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         THOUGH TOMU HAD ONLY KNOWN  his coworkers for six months,  they all got along really well and thankfully everyone seemed to like him,  even though he was still out of the loop and not understanding of many things like  inside jokes  and pop culture.  They all treated him like a baby and since they were the only people he knew very well,  when they asked him if he wanted to go on a weekend vacation to South Korea,  he figured it would be a good experience for learning.  EXCEPT,   it was not going at all like he thought he would, as he stood on the side of a  BUSTLING  street,  completely lost and alone.  ❛ Where are you guys? ❜  he frantically asked into his phone despite it going to voicemail.   The others said they at least knew the basics of Korean,  but Tomu was  clueless,  and didn’t know who to even ask for help. 

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           TOMU SMILED AT RYUZAKI,  an amused sparkle in his eyes.  He’d tried this before a few times,  wanting to help the other out as much as possible,  but the detective always turned down full  disclosure.  ❛ Are you sure?  I even know what type of pet they have. ❜   Tomu knew he’d say no,  but he enjoyed asking just to see Ryuzaki work it out in his head instead.  Not always, but a lot of the time Tomu was able to  access  dreams and pull  INFORMATION  from them, enough to solve the case  no problem,  but Ryuzaki always said it was more fun figuring it out.  Tomu could somewhat understand what he meant,  so he happily stepped to the side,  but he did enjoy being  useful  when needed. 

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      okeeeeei, here’s a smol starter call while I avoid making more icons. They’re either going to be garbage or a 4 page novel(that’s still garbage), but I’m gonna try.

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    I should probs change my icons since I want to have a webcomic fc for more versatility, but like....effort.

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        Tomu  gasped  as he came out of his dream,  eyes frantically looking around in confusion as he tried to make out where he was.  Before he’d  slipped, he’d been heading home from work,  CONTEMPLATING  if he should stop at a convenience store to get some chips,  and the next thing he knew he was dreaming about a woman.  She’d felt  so real  and so close,  he knew she was someone important,  which is why he’d chased after her,  but just when he thought he would grab onto her hand,  he’d awoken.  The cold air hit is skin and he  shivered, looking for any kind of path or road,  but all he saw was trees. 

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        TOMU WATCHED THE OTHER from around the corner,  eyes scanning his posture and demeanor.  This is mostly what he’d done since being cleared by overwatch after a year of therapy and training.  They said his social skills were  suffice  enough to be put in the field,  but Tomu still had the habit of  watching  people rather than approaching at that point. It helped him learn,  and it was very  FASCINATING  to him,  especially being in a facility with people who were so  different  from each other. It wasn’t like the videos they made him watch. 

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        It’s just a haircut, it’s just a haircut,  he repeated in his head as he walked into the salon.  He’d booked an appointment after a couple of his coworkers noticed that it was  uneven  in the back, and despite not caring for appearances  too much,  (NOTE: the shaggy hair)  he still worked in customer service,  where you were  expected  to at least upkeep your appearance.  If not for people noticing,  he would’ve kept cutting it himself because of THE INCIDENT.  The incident,  as he liked to call it,  was the one and only time he went to a hair dresser,  and ended up falling asleep and  embarrassing  himself.  He knew most likely if he went to one again , the same thing would happen,  and he’d be mortified,  but the shaggy  m e s s  on his head couldn’t stay any longer.  STILL,  stepping into the clean salon,  he couldn’t help but ring his hands  anxiously. 

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        ❛  I tried the medicine you prescribed,  but I don’t think it’s working..I’m sorry.  ❜  He handed it back,  disappointment  etched all over his face.  Not because what she gave him didn’t work,  but that his condition wasn’t  improving  at all,  and it felt like there was nothing he could do.  He could  force  himself to stay up longer,  but then his body would compensate by sleeping longer in the end anyway.  He was getting no where. 

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      A HAND LETTING GO, cold, distant.  Reaching back for it,  but they’re walking away.  Crying.  Lots of crying. Why did they leave?  They weren’t coming back.  Why didn’t they want you?  It hurts, it hurts.        Tomu woke with a start,  quickly looking around to see a glimpse of the person,  but he quickly realized he was on a public park bench,  and people were giving him weird looks.  He sighed in  FRUSTRATION  and put his head in his hands.  It seemed his mind was trying to uncover would have mere crumbs.  Never enough to actually give him a lead,  and he didn’t know if he was growing short on time. The sooner he found out what happened,  the better,  but these powers were only good for so much,  so why did he even have them? 

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      ❛ It has to be here. It has to be. ❜  He was so close, so close to uncovering something,  a key to where he’d come from or possibly what happened that made him forget.  He knew it was  dangerous,  a rogue mission that Overwatch had no idea about, but he’d seen it in his dreams.  An unmarked location,  filled with research and files.   Something  struck  a cord with him and deep down he knew something there was involved.  If only he could find the damn documents.  But worst case scenario,  what if he did find them and had no idea?  He didn’t know his past name, family, or locational clues.  He was in the  d a r k. 

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SHIMADA-SAN:

he  stretches,  causing  his  sweater  to  draw  upward  and  show  a  sliver  of  tanned  exo-suit  whilst  walking  toward  the  kitchen  counter,  feline  /  fluid  even  in  a  place  he  considers  to  be  a  semblance  of  home.  automaton  leans  forward  and  over  the  cool  marble,  and  metal  digits   STRUM.      ❛  good  afternoon,  tomu-kun.  ❜     they  don’t  speak  often,  which  is  surprising,  considering  he  feels  most  at  peace  when  speaking  his  mother  tongue  and  tomu  is  the  only  man  on  base  fluent  enough  to  hold  up  a  conversation  –  maybe  it’s  due  to  the  fact  that  he’s  always  sleeping.     ❛  or  should  i  say  good  morning  ?  you  look  like  you  just  woke  up.  ❜    

        TOMU GRINNED WHEN HE REALIZED  that there was nothing to fear,  and Shimada-san seemed to be open to making conversation.  He’d always been  hesitant  to ask,  notably in the past when he barely even saw him,  but now still as well.  Though Tomu knew he was Japanese,  considering the broken version he’d tried to speak the first time he woke up,  everything else about his history was UNKNOWN,  which led to many nights teaching himself a culture and language he felt like he should already know everything about. He was still better at English considering how many people spoke it around him,  but he really tried to get back a piece of him he felt like he’d  l o s t.  Who really knew though?  Perhaps Tomy had been brought up somewhere else, had other traditions and beliefs.  It was a guessing game at best.               He rubbed the back of his head and grinned sheepishly, ❛  I may have just woken up....Um, I’m making Onigiri though!   I don’t...I don’t know if it’ll be any good,  but you’re welcome to have some. ❜ 

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     ❛ Hey     hey!  ❜ Tomu stood atop the girl,  looking for any sort of injury or awareness.  She didn’t look to be hurt,  but most people that were in good shape weren’t in the middle of a field looking like they had PASSED OUT.  He knew he could  m e s s  with her dreams and wake her up if he really wanted to,  but he’d promised himself not to go that far, at least not until necessary. 

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      okeeeeei, here’s a smol starter call while I avoid making more icons. They’re either going to be garbage or a 4 page novel(that’s still garbage), but I’m gonna try.

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      TERRIBLE PROMO ALERT.   hi, it me, back at it again with the endless ocs. This is my Overwatch inspired oc Tomu, though this blog is multi-verse and willing to rp with lots of fandoms! He basically sleeps as long as a cat and has no recollection of his past, but hey, he’s a pretty decent dood. Feel free to like or reblog, and I’ll check out your blog & we can interact and be bestest of friends. or something. 

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      TERRIBLE PROMO ALERT.   hi, it me, back at it again with the endless ocs. This is my Overwatch inspired oc Tomu, though this blog is multi-verse and willing to rp with lots of fandoms! He basically sleeps as long as a cat and has no recollection of his past, but hey, he’s a pretty decent dood. Feel free to like or reblog, and I’ll check out your blog & we can interact and be bestest of friends. or something. 

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someone: hi

rp blogs on this hellsite:       ‘      THOT.      ‘      THE  WORD  IS  RECITED  with  e a s e ,  voice  lacking  in  intention  as  he  OFFERS  an  errant  hum.  for  his  part,  he  only  gives  a  CURSORY  glance  over  his  open  book,  eyes  trailing  to  where  the  OTHER  has  just appeared.     ‘      all of you are fucking thots.     ‘

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       TOMU WAS IN THE COMMON ROOM  after a long five hour nap,  deciding that he should at least try and make an effort despite how much energy the prior mission took out of him.   After all those years,   he thought maybe he’d get better at handling how much rest his body needed,  but nope.  He’d still try though (!)  Which is why he was messing around the kitchen area making some Onigiri that he’d seen online,   thinking he could try out some recipes to make for the other’s later.  He turned to grab some seaweed and saw a figure standing nearby,  halting his actions.  ❛  Oh, Shimada-san. ❜  Tomu still was unsure of his stance with other agents since he missed a lot,  especially before recall.  He’d been so busy trying to absorb as much information as he could since he was a blank slate,  he only knew a couple of them really well.  Shimada was one of the ones he didn’t know where he stood with.