The sense of solitude was always one of Thain’s favorite parts about gathering new ingridents for the shop. After all there were hardly any magical components worth using or selling that you could easily pick up just walking down the road, so it was rare for him to run into anyone while he was out searching. That is, of course, besides his familiar, Minnaloushe, who was currently winding his way in and out of Thain’s legs in his best impression of a real cat.
After a moment, Thain reached his hand out toward the unexpected companion that he had found.
“I don’t usually see many people hanging out around here. Let alone someone so young. Are you a bit lost? I can help you get home, if you need. Do you know where your parents are?”
Things were always... awkward with this kid. Atsushi, of course, didn’t trust them at first because they were part of the Port Mafia. And of course Yumeno wouldn’t trust him because of all that’s happened... even if Atsushi wasn’t the most aware of what happened in the past to make the child feel this way.
However, Atsushi would say that things were a bit less tense between them lately. The weretiger treated them like he would treat Kyouka—like a younger sibling, just as he promised he would. Whenever Yumeno could get out of the Port Mafia, Atsushi would take them around town and have fun with them. Like they were doing now.
“Hey, Yumeno-kun, try this,” Atsushi offered, holding out some crepes that he had just bought. He knew they were Kyouka’s favorite, so maybe Yumeno would like them too.? It was worth a try, after all.
@somegremlin asked: “ Everything about this situation is wrong. ”
Random Starter Sentences #2
She threw bread to the ducks, that swam on the surface of the park's pond. Air was filled with the many 'quacks' the animal made, one chased another one away from the crumbles and yet others didn't really bother themselves and simply swam away.
“ What is wrong about this? “, Miran asked, when her gaze fell on the child upon heating their voice, “ I think that this is all normal, no? “.
The best way, without a doubt, to spend a bit of free time--was to go for a walk along the city’s shop-lined streets, and find a nice café, or cake shop, and buy some sweet treat to enjoy.
That said, Ice was restricted to the least busy streets and hours when traffic was lowest. Too many people in the area meant the air became a suffocating mess of tangled feelings. Being in constant awareness of the emotional state of everyone within a 50-metre radius of you was not fun nor convenient in the slightest!
Right now, he was stood in front of a corner shop with a colourful array of pastries and confectionary visible in the window. One hand was in his coat pocket, and the other on his chin as he considered what he felt like treating himself to today.
...He’d been standing there for a few minutes. The selection was just too appealing to quickly choose one thing.
With his focus on that all-important matter, his compulsory awareness of his surroundings was temporarily dulled. Not so much so, though, that he missed when someone else came to examine the same window-display as him. His head turned to look and his eyes settled on a child; with a most eye-catching appearance, hair of two opposing shades split not-quite-perfectly down the middle.
It wasn’t polite to stare, but that’s what he found himself doing. With his own bright blue mop, he was somewhat accustomed to less-standard hair colours, but this was unusual, even to him.
The barely audible numbers echoed off the hallway walls, accompanied only by the cold, impersonal sounds of footsteps. It takes sixty six steps before they reach the door, and as always she’s put inside alone. The faint glimpse of a labcoat disappearing out the same door is the only sign the researcher had accompanied her here to begin with.
It’s the same four walls. Blank, white and sterile. On one wall there’s a mirror, undoubtedly with scientists of all kind waiting behind it. Watching her and scribbling their notes. There’s a metal examination table in front of her. It’s the same room as always.
But wasn’t it eighty-seven steps the day before? Or maybe it was ninety-three? Is there a difference between all these blank white rooms? Were they all the same? No matter how far she walked along the winding empty hallways, would the door always open to this place?
The sound of the door opening once more brought her blue gaze towards it, breaking her out of her contemplation. Her head cocked slightly to the side, fixing the newcomer with a blank stare.
@somegremlin said: ' You’ve got blood on your shirt. ' the child frowns; eyes set on the executive. The sight of course; terrifies them. But of course, such a fear does not show upon their face. Instead, they just stare at her with that same, curious look. ' Is it your own or did you kill someone on the way here ? ' ( To Murasaki ! I hope this is ok ! )
Unprompted Asks ♕ Accepting @somegremlin ♕
It wasn’t often that the female executive settled disputes via bloodshed, such a thing was indeed a rarity. The thing was - It hadn’t been her intention in the slightest, but push came to shove and it had forced her hand, quite literally. Everyone knew that her ability was incredibly lethal, the ability to decay a victim with a single touch. Little blood typically came of it. Small occasions did happen every now and again with getting some small blood spots on her clothing every now and again.
Murasaki was busy pulling one of her gloves back on when she was approached by the child. For a small moment, she drew her attention to the small patches of blood scattered on the nice blouse she was wearing. A gloved hand grabbed the fabric to get a better look at it. Softly sighing, she let it go, at least it wasn’t entirely too noticeable and it’s not like she didn’t have a jacket to throw over it. Which she did, tossing her wine colored hair over the back of the jacket once it was on. “It’s not mine. Unfortunately, I had to settle a dispute before I got here, which isn’t something I do often.” She informed them. After finishing up, she cocked her head at them, she couldn’t say that she had encountered them often out of all her years in the Port Mafia.
“I’m sorry, I can’t say that we’ve met before. What’s your name? I’m Murasaki Shikibu, one of the executives, I don’t bite, promise.” Finally after a few moments, she extended a gloved hand to them.
In light of Stormbringer, Chuuya's background has gotten a few changes (as plotted with @errantscriptor):
He's raised by both Rimbaud and Verlaine after being rescued from the facility; Verlaine managed to convince Rimbaud that Chuuya deserved a chancw at a normal life that he didn't have, and the two of them destroyed the lab to cover their tracks, erase evidence of the experiments and fake their own death.
As members of the Port Mafia, Rimbaud and Verlaine were involved in the Dragon Head Conflict, where they fell victim of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's Ability (which prompted Chuuya to charge into the conflict to save his fathers and kill Shibusawa when he was informed of their death), but Rimbaud managed to use his Ability to turn them into Singularities.
Chuuya reunites with Rimbaud and Verlaine a few weeks after the Dragon Head Conflict after escaping from the Port Mafia headquarters with @somegremlin's Yumeno in tow; the four of them collect everything they can and move to the countryside outside Yokohama, hopefully outside of Port Mafia's radar.
Two years later, at age 18, during one of his daily trips to the city to get supplies, Chuuya gets involved in one of the Armed Detective Agency's investigations, and is later offered a position in the Agency; while initially reluctant, he decides to accept the offer.
Chuuya's official entrance exam somehow involved him being made to believe his fathers and adoptive brother were in danger; although he ended up passing and gaining an official position within the Agency, he was so pissed off he gave everyone the silent treatment for days.
Unless plotted otherwise, the only people within the Agency who know about Corruption are Fukuzawa and Yosano (the latter because Chuuya would need her healing abilities to survive in case he had to use Corruption).
