#!nanami

[kuraikyu]

Target escaped. The monkey with Special Grade was now out of his grasp and periphery, and all that thanks to the intervention of a man who had yet to acknowledge that he found new comfort in the presence of an extremist who supported a radical overhaul of the existing regulatory framework.

'' But you're not a certain someone, '' he asserted, hammering his old friend against the jaws of bricked wall, letting carved crest usher swarm and crack package seals of engulfing turbulence radiating from each roundabout of cursed energy. Palm locked upon his throat undertaking to cease something that could only turn out to be more lethal and oxygen-less. Their vision evens when cranium dips down solidly and slow by dangerous bit, stray thoughts mulling with each deep stare into jade lenses, curdling in rapacity of subliminal tick-tocks worth one plush scrape and mere tap of heel. His senses sharpened by skid perception of fine pulse thumping against his palm when grip tightens; enough for him to hiss into the same air they were breathing and inebriate the gap between with his virulence, pop blue vein and unleash garnet flux askance - if wanted. The way Geto held him wasn't in manner of an executioner.

'' A man of impenetrable bent shouldn't be underestimating the interest of his surroundings in him. Your eyes have turned dull from boredom and lack of purpose, Nanami. It's a pitiful sight I had hoped not to see. You see I love our kind, and I have no interest in hurting them or you, I loathe situations where it happens -- but I also hate when someone stands in my way. '' Like now. But there was a detail in situation ... Hand firmed, underlining its keep of Kento in his place. Trust was a tricky matter if not more intimate than naked flesh, so he gambled.

'' Have it ever crossed your mind that Sorcerers also need protection; not just monkeys? You kept dodging my curses for a solid amount without going into Overtime, until you simply chose not to anymore, don't think I didn't notice. '' This is not how Sorcerer protects citizens. Why. Why did you do that? Lapse in judgment; nostalgia, past sentiments matching his own? '' I wonder ... did you give up so easily because you cannot find the right meaning to keep going? '' His voice softens and cursed energy not dense anymore but frills tangibly askance in placid caliber, '' I can help you re-find that meaning ... ''

@ofovertime ㅤ──ㅤ𝔁

[kuraikyu]

@zangyo : "Are you happy, Geto-san?" It was a simple question with an equally simple answer. At least, one would think that is the case. However, because of this, giving a yes or no answer would not take a second or two. He watched and waited for a response, mainly taking note of how long it took for Geto to say anything at all.

ㅤ𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 somewhat fresh. Sudden outreach met with raised brows and resulted in collapse of sheeted thought eluding from the mirth of collective. Has eye of sentry noticed by his lack of socializing gestures, that there was something strange going on within; something he tried to keep from emerging at any cost?

'' Hm? '' Strode cradled by innocence - gentle hum produced a tint of surprise lacing Suguru's tone when he peered to process if Nanami truly means what just asked. But of course, Nanami's gaze followed him this entire time, ever since they entered the fast-food corner, and until there was an adequate moment for him to proceed with ask. Such keen detective his Kōhai was ... one day he shall become a remarkable Sorcerer. Suspicious factor sure had to be when Satoru and Haibara started throwing fries at each other over Geto's head, and he barely reacted. Vision of crowned Special Grade settled ward his hand and the sound of a plastic cup's bottom clattering against the hardwood of the table. Whatever script occupied the curse manipulator's thought goes by the board, wondering now if it was Nanami's own initiative directing his steps or someone's else secretive nudge — either way, it mattered little at the moment.

Haunted by narrative. Happy ... there was something inexplicably gnawing on him & preventing him from answering easily. The worst part? He did not know how to truly grasp it and was terrified to ask himself the question what it was.

Needless was his current worry, maybe he was even too pointlessly concerned about how to squeeze it out of himself without cutting a few timbres to these measures.

Geto wanted to ask Nanami something as well but —— he was now their Senpai, wasn't he? And he was supposed to be a good example for them. So he bit back any apropos of the initiative along with what wished to come out. His next sip of cola was nevertheless denser.

After a polite amount of time an opportunity liberated chance to present an instant lie. '' There's no reason for me to not be happy, '' he only partly mentioned, hoping he said enough at last in twenties of seconds and even laminated uncurling smile from twitching lip-corners for a better emphasis, though it was difficult. But Geto's final words would turn to the matter of prior inquiry, '' Don' t worry it's just — I think ... I overstuffed myself with bigger portion than I could handle. '' He frowned upon the unfinished quarter of Burger ... made by ...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... /𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬/.

ㅤㅤ

[kuraikyu]

@zangyo : "I wish you would see reason." As much as he understood how the other felt and sympathized with the reasons for him turning away from the school and all it entailed, ultimately, Nanami would never agree with his way of thinking. Even so, he wished that Geto would come to see the folly in his ideals despite how impossible that was (it was wishful thinking to believe otherwise). | always accepting

ㅤ𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 with the merits of drill-eyed needles but mainly depths of Suguru's spiritual precedence.

'' My wish, '' once thought with amusement, dim fall of 'lashes equalized the lull of antedate precaution and cranium tipped mildly to the side, '' is not too different from yours, except for one flaw; it's reversed. ''

'' I still do see reason in my pursuit, and you, '' fresh-lit incense stick was securely placed into the sand in front of a small road shrine until Geto's eye-focus zoomed fully on Nanami with one particularly intense glance over his shoulder, '' how much adequate do /you/ consider to see our society subjected? But you don't have to answer that one ( if you don't want ) for I suspect what your answer could be. '' And there he was, the smiling viper with demerits who shall take the question, own it, and turn it upside down like a cascade of daint smoke amidst fluorescence of utopic poetry. So so …. witful yet meek for the moment's sake, and not unhinged and devouring as he would get in the midst of clash of either words or muscles. Baring fangs on the system and the constraints that the court of higher-ups had theretofore imposed upon themselves. Politics aside, he found himself in a company he had not seen for a long time; a company that, unlike others, could pride itself on elegant coolheadedness.

ㅤㅤ'' Have you come to lay down your prayers? '' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOr try to arrest me?

ㅤ

[kuraikyu]

@zangyoㅤ──ㅤ𝔁

ㅤ𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 that seemed quietly lurking thickened the air with lilt as soon those undetectable eyes hiding behind peals of verdant rose to him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

In a flick of time's beat zooming irises expanded with a maddening grin comparable to that of a junkie. Mahito was a unique essence emanating among his kind, and he did not necessarily like those not easily intimidated by his superiority ... but the fight with this guy? Two words: was fun. A rather soundless failure of 'yoohoo~' wanna-be-croon accompanied Mahito's greeting wave of hand. What a refreshing contrast in comparison to other sorcerers he encountered so far. Even now, as the spirit eyed him from upside down, regardless of platinum-matte strings veil over the periphery of his fringe, Nanami seemed all but taut. At first glance, the one in pact with himself resonated impenetrable elegance and strong personality in dosimeter tracks; a dividend of great spirit. However, the more Mahito had come to realize these quality factors, the stronger he found himself abducted by desire to peel off all the layers ... one by one ... and take a glance at his soul; whether that rigid mask of stone has weaknesses and fears that could be interesting to exploit.

" That's right, " repetitive in self-acknowledgment his flex more tangible and smirk wry when he pulls upper body back to hop over the handrail onto the secure platform of the balcony, '' /me/. '' That was all he managed to pry out from the jovial aerialist that day.

It was beyond strange how Mahito seemed unresponsive towards the rest of what the sorcerer said; even uncharacteristic from how chatty the spirit seemed to be the other time during their first encounter. True was his time prior he was rather shadowing with the knowledge he could gravitate towards Nanami's proximity like a vulture; if he wanted.

Oh, the ambiguously-dim acts of violent delights in unhinged minds. One day, after killing Itadori Yuji, he shall truly be reborn, and then, or until then — neither Nanami shall escape all the hands nesting in his mouth. He kept looking down at him for a solid couple of seconds, then he simply turned around on his heel and went to the door that led inside a random apartment connected to it. A cracking sound came from the placement of his hand 'pon the handle; signalizing an apparent break-in. He gave Nanami one more look over his shoulder before sniggering almost coyly, then -- stepping in and disappearing inside.

What he encountered near the bakery was rather a wordless demonstration that held but one, clear, message for Nanami; he was there, he knew his path, and he was watching. The fractal meaning behind all of this was nonetheless left to one's subjective interpretation.

[irriverenza]

"Oh... I guess I forgot to say hello to all of you. G... good evening?"

[irriverenza]

"Bubblegum, or cotton candy...? Tell me, everyone. What flavor of ice cream should I buy?"

[irriverenza]

"I was told that I needed to introduce myself. Good... evening...? Yes, I think it's evening. Good evening, everyone. To those who don't know, my name is Chiaki Nanami. I'm the Super High-School Level Photographer."