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Not Alone (@trenchant-enforcement)

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By now Nao had pretty much come down from his moment of panic. He continued supporting his weight against the bench as he took his last deep breaths before they returned to normal. In hindsight even though it was just Takumi, he hadn’t realized until just then how reckless he was behaving exactly, especially to leave himself so exposed from behind. But for now it seemed his moment of error had yielded something certainly unforseen to him– Takumi was a fullbringer (or at least he thinks that’s what it was) too.

He listened as the other explained how exactly he was channeling his abilities and how that led to their encounter. He also remembered Rukia saying something about using a similar method himself but he was too nervous to use it without being detected in public. It definitely made sense why Takumi would use it for patrolling though, he’s sure it makes him a more effective policeman. Still, Nao was impressed by the fact that Takumi was really using his powers so seriously. Having never seen someone else like this before was already one thing, but seeing someone that he knew and respected be that first individual was exceeding any expectation he could’ve had. He could feel a new feeling stirring up his heart rate again, excitement.

A slight smile drew upon his lips as the other spoke on the strength of Nao’s spiritual presence. Rukia had also made him aware of this concept as well and it felt nice to know that he’d thought well of his. “I see,” it’s easier for him to look up at Takumi now, and he releases his weight from the bench side to stand up fully on his own now. “I didn’t know I was creating a strong presence, but I guess for what I was trying to do I should’ve expected that would be the case.” He moves closer to his friend, “I’m surprised that it’s you too, I can’t believe…” he pauses and looks at the ground again for a moment. Finding the words for how he’s feeling as always been hard, but now it was impossible. “…that you have powers too, Takumi-san.” Just saying it out loud sounded so ridiculous to him, so far removed from the reality he tried so endlessly to mask all of this behind. Now here was someone who he’d already had created a bond with, who understood him now more than ever before.

“We’ve known each other for a while to say we’ve been sharing the same secret.”

Takumi found it oddly comforting, and even relieving, that he was meeting someone who possibly shared his experiences after years of having dealt with them alone. He never thought he’d ever come to feel that way. In fact even after speaking to Rukia, Takumi was resigned to knowing of the presence of others like him around, but never knowing them personally. The situation he was currently in definitely changed the game for him. Still, it was also strange, for never in his wildest dreams did he expect one of his own friends to be like him. He knew that it was something that in time he’d grow used to. Maybe, they could even learn from each other.

“We had no other choice at the time. I mean, having these powers and not fully understanding how they came about is weird enough. But imagine just taking a chance and trying to tell someone you know that you have them.” Takumi shook his head at the thought. “They’d probably think you were drunk or something worse.”

A sudden burst of chatter from his walkie-talkie interrupted his line of thoughts, and for a moment he listened to the exchange between his co-workers. Some trouble had come up in the area, but it was nothing too serious. After looking at his watch for the time, and confirming that he was officially off for the night, he shut off the walkie-talkie and looked back at Nao.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes they call me in for back up, but I think they’ve got it under control.” He paused, adjusting the walkie-talkie back on himself. “Either way, my shift is up so they won’t be needing me anymore.” He took a moment to recall what he meant to say next. Luckily, it came to him.

“Anyway, if you don’t mind me asking, just what were you trying to do earlier?” Takumi then asked, his sense of curiosity getting to him again. “Were you trying to practice some of your powers? And, what are they exactly?”

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Not Alone (@trenchant-enforcement)

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Addled and panicked, Nao whipped around with his heart racing to come face to face with Takumi who’d approached him from behind just as he’d called out to him. Initially, he felt a slow but massive wave of fear and distress building up as if to crash into him, thus delaying his reflex to respond. His spiritual pressure quickly evaporated around him, and his mouth was gaping open looking for words to fill it. However, the other was speaking again before he could even come into a full understanding of what was actually happening.

“You are like me… You have powers too… You can feel it…”

“Wh-w-huh?” Moments earlier Nao felt like he was coming into a state of focus that he hadn’t achieved in a long time, a powerful clarity and direction coursing through him. Now, he felt like all of that had been thrown off it’s tracks, and as though everything had been crashing into him from different sides at once. ‘Too?’ So not only did Takumi catch him using his powers, something that no other person had known he possessed, but he had powers of his own as well? His brain was racing with all of this new information presented to him at once. Firstly, he’d never expected that the ‘others’ Rukia was referring to would be literally right in front of him, as his friends were at the very bottom of the list of people he’d suspected. But now, any of his other friends could be like this too and he would be none the wiser.

“You too?” He takes a hand up over his brow and runs his fingers through his hair also moving backward to find support for his weight against the bench. His heart rate had been slowing by this point but was still elevated to the point of him sucking in deep and long breaths to relax himself. His gaze was unable to meet the others, and he therefore kept it focused downward. He continued with a shaky tone “I-I was told there were more in this area but… I-I never suspected that it c-could be…” Eliciting a big sigh he shook his head and looked up at Takumi for a moment. This was truly a shocking run in for the both of them.

“H-how did you see me? Or know to come find me?” Was he out here looking for others? Perhaps Takumi had more connections in this than he’d ever let on. After all he basically full on approached Nao without even knowing that it was him beforehand. Anything could be anticipated at this point. It was as though he had to rewrite everything he’d known about the man before him, as though he was looking at a whole new person, who was mutually looking upon him as a whole new person as well. Just that quickly, their worlds and lives had become closer to one another’s than ever before.

Noticing that his friend was visibly--and understandably--shaken, Takumi took a step or two back himself. He hadn’t meant to elicit this reaction, but it had been inevitable given the context of the situation and the fact that his own curiosity had gotten the best of him. Now, he didn’t intend to make it any worse with his proximity, or with the fact that he was still in his uniform.

“I didn’t actually see you, not at first at least.” He shifted his weight and crossed his arms across his torso. “I was patrolling the area one last time before I turned in for the night. Usually when it’s this late, though, I...” Takumi hesitated for a moment, finding it strange that he was about to say the following words out loud. It was definitely something he would have to get used to now that he found someone who would understand.

“I patrol with a lot more than just my vision or my sense of hearing. I can detect the presence of ‘other’ things, or their spiritual pressure, as I’ve recently come to learn. Do you know what that is? That energy that you exert whenever you, well, you know.” He wasn’t exactly sure how much Nao knew about these terms; hell, Takumi figured that maybe Nao even knew a lot more than he knew himself. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask. “Anyway, while I was walking I caught on to your spiritual pressure because of how strong it was and I decided to come see what was going on. Usually it’s not a very good sign when a strong presence is nearby, but imagine my surprise when I see that it’s you, Nao-san.”

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#why are the tags blue #>B(

wow. okay. guess ur gonna take this ass whooping then. puts up fists.

“...”

Walks away.

#omniascire #asks #omnia-scire

im waiting for my Valentine's Day gift. bitch.

“I don’t have anything for you, though. Or anyone for that matter.”

#asks #omniascire #shOO #omnia-scire

CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY.

“Do you need something?”

#ASKS #WOWOWOW #what r u doing #omniascire

Hushed movements over transpicious encasement, augmented with neat orders of homemade chocolate babules, craned over ligneous surface of a desk, belonging to whom is assumed to be the right recipient. Haruki then hears footsteps, milky countenance softly gyrates towards the sound, and a small carve of a smile flicks at the apices of florid lips. 'Takumi-san, you are here. Happy Valentine's day.'

The receptionist at the front had already made Takumi that there was someone in his office, but who was actually in there remained a mystery to him. That is until he showed up to find Haruki by his desk leaving something behind. Had it not been for the other’s greeting or intentions, Takumi would probably not have remembered what day it was, despite all advertisements and sales he had come across on his patrol.

He walked into his office and right up to his desk, standing not too far away from his friend when he picked up the item in question. It was chocolates, which did surprise him especially considering whom they came from, but he very much appreciated the kind gesture.

“Yes. If I’d known you would stop by the station I would’ve returned sooner. But thanks for these.” He paused, almost seeming hesitant in his manner. “...I’m sorry. I don’t typically celebrate this holiday so I wasn’t able to get you anything in return. Though, if you will let me, I would like to take you out to dinner. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you anyway.”

“And also...Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”

#asks #L O L #empiricalsadness

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Not Alone (@trenchant-enforcement)

Lord knows what brought him to here this late at night, a park out of all places.

Over the past month he’d noted an odd shift in his spiritual pressure, and since he hadn’t activated his fullbring in quite a while, he was curious to see if it would have some effect on his abilities. Sure he could’ve done this at home but one time things went a little south and he couldn’t make the excuse of a gas leak in his apartment being the cause of another tiny explosion to his aunt again. Hell, she barely believed him the first time, but he was glad she didn’t actually look into it. This time he wanted to go somewhere secluded and open, so a nearby park around 11:45 pm seemed to be his most convenient option.

He sat on a bench that was clouded by a few trees for added cover. He looked around to ensure that he was alone. Finally, he took a deep breath, and as his glasses flashed over with his pressure he felt the familiar wave of power surge within his mind, his pupils dilating slightly for a moment as everything in his head began functioning at a new level. His vision of the park fading as his mind opened itself up like a database. Usually when this started he actively had to try and bring himself down to see his surroundings for what they were, otherwise he’d just take everything in as a piece of data, and how that data could be potentially manipulated for him to use as his own. It’d been a while for him so the initial activity stunned him slightly and he grabbed at the bench he was sitting on for support, but the amount of pressure flowing through him caused him to make the bench fray into thin splinters at his touch.

Manipulating the woods soul– as that small death god explained to him, that’s what the entire basis of his gifts were. As a fullbringer, he had the ability to manipulate the soul within objects for his own use, and that it went way beyond that with objects he had an affinity for (in this case, his glasses). The concept was still so odd to him, but at least it gave him clarity on what he’d been dealing with for the last several years. If only she were here now to explain why his spiritual pressure had been feeling so shaky lately, as if it was raising and lowering against his will. That and so he could inquire about the supposed other fullbringers that were in the area. Even if he could discover just one other, it would be a relief to know that he wasn’t alone. A younger him saw these abilities as a testimony to how truly unfortunate he was, and refused to actively explore them because of it. But the death god allowed him to kindle a newfound interest with his powers.

He watched as the splinters continued to spool out of the wood, yanking his hand back though before he could cause noticeable damage to the bench. He looked at the palm of his hand and saw the hazy outlines of the bluish-green hue that was his manifested pressure. He wondered if the supposed others ever took moments to simply use their powers freely as well. Nao always had to be careful with his abilities, he never wanted to use them in front of anyone he knew for the fear of invading their privacy and inherently crossing a line of trust between them. Knowing what he was able to do when he used it on his aunt a few times, he couldn’t imagine doing that to someone he actually cared for.

However the newfound bewilderment with himself was cut through when he sensed a spiritual pressure that wasn’t his own approaching him from behind…

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A slow night meant a good night for Takumi. While he may not have much to do, aside from simply patrolling around the city, it meant that for the moment the people were safe. Sure, there had been an occasional disturbance here and there, though none of which he personally witnessed. Instead, he had heard of them through the walkie-talkies that he and his fellow co-workers carried around with them. From the sound of it, none of them had been too dire either way.

Takumi wasn’t off for another hour and a half or so, but before he could return to the station and pack up for the day, he was given the task to patrol one last time around the park just in case. That is, before another would soon take his place in the area. The only difference between him and another who could do the job of patrolling just about the same is that Takumi did not exclusively track down the conventional. The supernatural had become just as critical of a problem as humans could prove to be, and this he realized through the use of his own powers that manifested when he was young.

For the first few years upon the discovery of these powers, Takumi had tried his best to suppress them. He didn’t acknowledge them, nor did he remotely possess any interest to explore them further. To him, it just seemed a burden--or if anything, yet another curse that fate had brought on him. Some sick joke that he wanted no part in. Still, as he grew and matured, he pushed aside such silly notions and began to delve into what the extent of his abilities could be, even if he had no idea what they truly were or how they came to be. Through his own determination, he learned control. He gained access not only to the basics of such powers, such as propelling himself to move at greater speeds, but also what he believed to be the core of them: his gun. Initially, it had been nothing more than a mundane object passed down to him from his father, yet over time he learned that somehow he could transform it into a greater weapon in his own hands.

Much later, thanks to the help of a certain shinigami, he learned of other aspects of his powers he wasn’t aware of. One of them in particular relied on this spiritual pressure. Not only did he produce some of his own, to varying degrees depending on whether or not he was accessing his powers, but others produced some as well. And this pressure, if one focused enough and gained enough experience in practicing this particular ability, could be sensed. With a simple flicker of concentration, Takumi could determine whether the presence was a threat or not--or even, possibly, whether the presence happened to be someone not unlike him.

He had practiced this many times since his various encounters with Rukia, and now he even considered himself quite proficient at this. Though mostly, when he did open up to sensing the presence of those around him, they only proved to be just like everyone else. Unless, of course, he happened to encounter one of those Hollows.

And now, as he walked through the dimly lit park, he took a deep breath and eased himself into the focus that came naturally to him, reaching out to do a little what he thought of as “supernatural patrolling” by pinpointing spiritual pressures in his area. Strangely enough, he caught onto a strong one emanating from a location not too far away from him. Takumi stiffened, preparing himself for what he thought might be a threat--perhaps another of those Hollow creatures lurking in the shadows nearby.

He walked briskly, though quietly, as to not arouse any unwanted attention; though surely if the other’s spiritual pressure emanated to this degree, no silence or control of his own spiritual pressure would hide his presence. As he approached the area of interest, however, he noticed it was not dark at all. Sure, there were plenty of trees around, but there was still a street lamp not too distant from a bench in which a person was sitting on. They were facing away from him, but the closer he came and the slower his steps fell upon the dirt, the figure of the person in question gradually became familiar to him.

“Nao-san...?” The rare display of surprise both in his tone and expression took a hold of him as he came to a stop only about a foot away from the other. Quickly, however, he gained his composure; his posture relaxing only slightly at the sight of his friend, though this did not prevent his mind from reeling with various questions and thoughts regarding the situation they were in. One thing was for certain, though.

“You are like me, aren’t you? You have those powers too?” It felt so strange to announce it to another person that wasn’t Rukia. “You can feel it, can’t you?”

Takumi was assuming a great many things about the other’s abilities, but he simply couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. If need be, he would explain what he was referring to.

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