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Post by Caden Reinhart on Aug 10, 2013 6:12:48 GMT -8
Hmm...things were escalating rather quickly, he could feel it in the air. The Rukon youngster was clearly curious about their talk, while his companions were not to pleased with the situation, Mai starting to look a bit frustrated by the ordeal, and Yoshiya..well, he wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but he could see he didn’t feel well with it.
He himself was...well, he could understand the boy a bit. Young, curious, and judging by the fact he had something to make notes on, not afraid to seek out information. But in general, his stance was somewhat unpleased, at least in a way. After the boy stopped talking, Harupia looked around as well as he said "Indeed, it looks like quite an open filed...and an empty one. One would think that it is a good place for a conversation. I mean, it’s usually in good manner not to interrupt a group of people your unfamiliar with during their conversation no matter where they were... As far as I remember heading out you house in the morning doesn’t forfeit you right to leading a private life..." his voice growing into a semi serious tone.
With a soft sigh, he would then say "My apologies for the tangent. It’s just the subject here isn’t something I take lightly. A girl from the Rukongai died in the care of my Division, in spite of my best attempts. Yoshiya-san was the only men who asked about her well-being, and since none of her relatives appeared, I wanted to discuss her last days with him, and then perhaps talk about a proper burial. And I’m sorry, but I simply do not feel well talking about someone's death with people who are not connected to the person in any way..." his tone turning into a more somber one. He wasn’t sure what was going through the boys head...if anything, he probably spewed some kind of silly conspiracy theory in his mind. But in reality, he didn’t feel like explaining the situation to a curious stranger.
Turning to Yoshiya, he would ask "Now, Yoshiya-san...would you wish to continue the conversation at you home perhaps? Or perhaps a nice, quiet in or cottage...perhaps when we're surrounded by a set of wall's it’ll be clear we'd like to chat with ourselves, instead of holding a public assembly...". Perhaps it was somewhat mean spirited, but it was nothing personal against the man before them. He simply didn’t wish to be interrupted by anyone right now. And he felt the feeling was mutual.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Aug 11, 2013 9:30:19 GMT -8
As her eyes snapped between both speaking men, Mai couldn't help but wonder the lack of social graces that both of them exhibited. The elder, the one they had come to speak to, seemed to speak his mind, but then shy away the moment any sort of conflict arrived. The younger, well...he appeared to be terribly overconfident (one brazenly approaching an anxious wolf-dog couldn't be anything but) and utterly oblivious to the situation he thrust himself into. Eventually, she couldn't hold her tongue any longer as the conversation continued, and she spoke up, an icy edge to her words. "There are any number of Shinigami at the gates who would tell you what you need to hear. As you've aptly noticed, you're speaking with the head of the Medical--" emphasized to prove her point, to help the boy reach the point that Harupia was trying to get at, "--Division; the only notices we deliver are those of death." Her fingers wove themselves into the thickening fur on Fenris' neck, keeping them both stilled as she licked her lips slightly.
She had wanted to tell him to look at the corpses he had to walk through to get to them in the center of a mostly-empty field if he wanted to know what had happened. Her nostrils flared as her cheeks flushed, chest heaving with emotion she did not want to feel. The Tanaka exhaled in a staggering, half-sob, turning her back on the Rukon and stalking off a few steps to regain her composure. The wolf-dog followed after a moment's pause, eyeing the boy before trotting after his mistress; he nuzzled against her, his head gently pressing into her hip in reassurance, much like the heels of her hand against her eyes, though neither could staunch the flow of her silent tears.
So much crying...it's a wonder you're not wizened and wrinkled, a somber voice echoed dryly within her mind. Or leathery on those perfect cheeks of yours. He would not want his little girl to look like him so soon, would he? it asked with a chuckle before fading off into the darkest recesses of her psyche, where he still belonged. At the comment, Mai's anger flared up again, fuelled by the hatred she had for the comparison to her father for the second time in as many minutes; the anger subsided just as quickly as it rose, its usefulness ebbing away as the flow of tears stopped altogether. Still, she kept her back to the grouping, physically oblivious to whatever happened next, but prepared to respond to her name...or any sort of emotional stimulus that was not part of the current stream of things.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2013 6:42:12 GMT -8
He had seen it. Nero-san had slid his hand into his pocket. Whoever he was, he was very suspicious. Mai's hostility was growing. Beads of sweat formed upon Yoshiya's skull, streaming down, washing away the grime of the earth that disguised his paling complexion.
"Who are you?" His question to Calder was trembling, as were his knees, though whether that was visible through his thick trousers and cloak was debatable. He couldn't continue on. One thought ran through his mind, a repeating drum, a perpetual beat.
"Fight or flight? Fight or flight?"
Yoshiya wasn't adverse to confrontation on principle, but he had requested the help of these people. It would do no good to attack them, either physically or verbally. Much boldness was drained by the wolf anyway.
He gave no pause to the newcomer to answer his question, for as soon as he finished, another two words passed his lips.
"Excuse me"
With those two words he turned on the spot and made a beeline for the gate, walking at a brisk pace. He would ignore any calls for him to come back. If anyone followed him he would walk faster, running if necessary. He would hope it didn't come to that, he wasn't the fastest runner in the world...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 7:38:48 GMT -8
As soon as the last speaker talked, Nero had thumbed the recording kanji, an entire entry filled to the brim. Now that was a crucial piece of information he needed to dissect as he cocked an eyebrow at the Nibantaichou’s remark followed by his subordinate, or so he presumed the woman to be. He was no stranger to verbal jousts and frankly, he didn’t actually plan on butting into the conversation; eavesdropping yes, participating no.
“The presence of those fellows working a little ways back suggest otherwise,” Nero deadpanned, the training his mother had given him starting to show as his mind burned with fire and strength.
The young scholar’s mind was akin to a bizarre engine of mammoth size and processes with formulas, figures, thoughts, and even equations zipping around like bolts of lightning between enormous electrical coils. In fact, the information he had just received was speeding up the entire machine, with solutions flying out faster than Nero could speak. Only a handful of them came together to form an entire coherent sentence, a statement rather, and Nero let all three know it.
“Apologies are not needed, and only a fool takes death lightly. There were only two possible reasons for the medical division high echelon to be here; life or death, with the latter being the most likely within a two percent margin of error,” Nero fired out, eyes blazing with thought and information.
And with the Nibantaichou turning his attention to the runner of sorts, Nero stepped up, figuratively speaking. “And Shinigami-san, the question that then presents itself is why; why has death visited my home district, the Rukongai itself? What has happened to cause this and what is to be done to resolve and prevent further loss of life?” he questioned sharply, fully aware of the animal at the woman’s side.
It was for that reason he kept his voice even, not wanting to provoke the animal with an angered tone. He let his expression take care of that for him, cocking an eyebrow at the runner and
“Where my home and neighbors are concerned, I am as well, especially when many have died,” he sternly stated, frowning quietly. The latter part of his remark was a guess at best and he inwardly filed the man’s actions away as that of a griever, and bit the inside of his mouth sharply. “Not as if guards will answer the question of a young Rukon citizen,” he added; after all, he was barely half a decade old.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Aug 14, 2013 10:20:06 GMT -8
Mmm...this was turning into more and more of a debacle by the minute...Yoshiya seemed to grow more and more distressed, somewhat disengaged from the conversation, Mai seemed to be quite annoyed by the whole situation, to a point of needing to step aside from the rest of them...And all because of one inquisitive Rukongai citizen. He really could appreciate an young, inquisitive person, and perhaps this wasn’t the best place to converse privately... but the workers were keeping to themselves, and he was actively trying to insert himself into a conversation he didn’t have a place in. Before Harupia could speak up, he heard and noticed that Yoshiya decided to take a leave. That was... pretty unexpected. And given what condition the man described to him, potentially dangerous. Before Nero could make the statement of his right to know what they were talking about, Harupia would walk of, towards where the elder Rukongai went and say "Yoshiya-san? Where are you going?" while reaching out to him, trying to stop the men gently. He had no wish to halt their conversation...and was worried that this could be some kind of attack of the sickness he was dealing with. Appology OOC: Sorry for the slow post, but I’m trying to react the best I can to the situation at hand. Sorry x.x
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Aug 14, 2013 18:31:27 GMT -8
Though her back was turned toward the diminishing group, Mai heard every word as it was said. She turned around slowly, catching site of Harupia moving after Yoshiya, and hesitated. Going after Harupia would signal to the interloper that they needed their space, that they were done having this conversation with him, but it could also provoke him to follow and become even more persistent. Then he spoke up, earning a reproachful glare before she could contain it.
Mai strode to the boy, aware that her face was working itself into something that it only reserved for a battle with Malik. She stopped at a respectable distance from him, far enough away that Fenris would not be within a physical range, her body commanding attention from both. The kid kept his tone level as he tried to justify himself, though his face worked itself as hers had, and Mai could see his frustration. She could understand it, too, but her comprehension took a backseat to her frustration at the situation, made far worse than it should have by Nero's intrusion.
"Three days ago," she said quietly, just above a whisper - it was all her voice could do at the moment, the raw emotion she had felt when she tried to elucidate their purpose outside the walls still bombarding her throat. "I had a family. A father and a sister. This morning, my sister is dead. My father in critical care. This morning, as the last and the next ever after, I wonder if I will finally be truly and utterly alone, the sole heir of everything and nothing.
"You think yourself more entitled than he--" Her head inclined itself gently in the direction she had seen Yoshiya last. "--Who lost part of his family and seeks closure?" Tears brimmed along her lower lids as she spoke, enhancing the emotions wafting through the violet orbs; they were wide despite the puffiness surrounding them, clear despite the sheen of the tears. The Tanaka's body had broken through the melancholy she had previously postured, rising to firstly command the attention from anyone trying to ignore her by rising to her full height - equal to that of Harupia's - and then to anchor the confidence her anger had given her. Her face was calm now, the act of speaking had reined in the emotions in her delicate jawline. Even her voice, though thick with emotion, was calm and strong, the sultry, husky timbre she oft reserved for the belligerent father or renegade pup.
Only her eyes showed the emotions she felt: sorrow, despair, anger. "Your intention," she whispered, almost in a disappointed tone, and as though her words were not her own, "though perhaps noble, is best reserved for use elsewhere." She took the moment to pause, to eye the boy in greater detail now that she was closer to him. He appeared as though he hadn't been affected by the invasion at all, save the natural stress of having been through that, and appeared no worse for wear -- by his own words, he wanted news and reasons why, and she did, too, but she did more. She had lost more. "Do not impede our duty to this man."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 20:59:05 GMT -8
He heard footsteps behind him. Someone had decided to follow him. "Drat" He quickened his pace, body shaking, desperate to get out of there, to find the solitude he was familiar with. Quietness to absorb himself, without the input of additional data. To rest. With peace he shouldn't have an attack, what was happening was not irreversible this time, though his body shook increasingly more with each step, in panic of his pursuer.
"Yoshiya-san? Where are you going?"
So, it was the Taichou. His increased pace meant that Harupia's hand grasped at nothing but air, as he tried to stop Yoshiya's escape.
He was there, at the gate. Shakingly, the man quickly yanked off his gloves, so he could better work the latch, but his body betrayed him. With clammy and quivering hands, the man failed to remove the latch, as the footsteps of Harupia approached ever closer.
Defeated, Yoshiya aggressively slammed his arms against the gate, before collapsing before it in defeat, awaiting his fate.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 8:31:17 GMT -8
Nero did not more nor made any move to follow the Nibantaichou and the unknown man; he had expressed himself well enough, or so the courier thought. He had not intended to pry into private business, nor did he honestly want to know about someone’s private affairs. Information was all well and good but some information was not to be discussed with just anyone. He was a mischievous fellow to be sure but there was a fine line between mischief and attention, and outright malice and chaos.
Not that he wouldn’t mind stirring up the latter given the right circumstances; but this was life and death being spoken of and even The Hazard knew how serious and grave mortality was. He narrowed his eyes sharply, calculations and formulas burning up with the increase of thought speed and strength; the misunderstanding was going haywire and needed to be stopped in it’s tracks-
And now I know too much, he thought grimly while listening to the woman, biting down on the inside of his lip. While she spoke with clear pain and sorrow, his mind was playing out scenarios rapidly as fast as the equations could form everything for him.
The first five words were enough to trigger a rush of figurative and metaphorical adrenaline; a Shinigami family was reduced to mere shambles of a family, if even that and one Rukongai dweller was gone, and those were certainties. The location of the battlefield had to be the Rukongai itself given the damage to the area, whispers, and the bodies. What district exactly was unknown to him at the moment, but given the Shinigami presence that was alluded to, it was like the 1st and 2nd districts, perhaps the 3rd as well.
There were numerous casualties, there was a four percent margin of error within his estimation and Nero knew it. The calculations ended as the scenarios finished playing out, and it would not take a genius of any sort to figure out what Nero was considering; the possibilities of his family should they not have the luck and blessing to narrowly avoid an attack.
Fingernails dug into cloth as he clenched both fists tightly, jaws clenched so tight that his teeth were practically being forced together to mold into one solid shape. Entitled to another’s privacy? What are these people thinking? he honestly wondered, though to a point they were correct. Nero had intruded, knowing the risk, but only into the meeting; he knew full well the numbers and chances and possibilities, and tried to make it clear that he was not there about the man’s private business.
“My intention is to keep my home and family safe. You have it too,” Nero firmly replied, chaotic emotions burning in his throat in a hoarse statement. She had lost family- bonds, and above all else, they were more valuable than information and could not be replaced. To lose a bond was to lose a treasure and suffer a grave loss that had no salve or solution to it other than to struggle forward.
“Gathering information is the only thing I can do right now, but only what I need, not what is private and reserved solely for another,” he finished saying, glancing back at the Nibantaichou and the unfortunate recipient of devastating news. “And the last thing any being wants, is to lose another, again,” Nero added before turning away slowly, arms trembling.
And I refuse to loose any family, any one I care about, the scholar swore, eyes burning hot enough that moisture crept out of his eyes to try and cool them down.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Aug 19, 2013 14:29:37 GMT -8
God damn it...for someone who claimed to be an elderly, tired man, Yoshiya could move quite quick when he wanted to. Now he was sure that this had to be caused by the sickness in some manner. Even form behind him he could see the man starting to shake more and more... He wasn’t sure what it was with Rukongai citizens going out of their way to harm themselves...at least this one seemed to be doing so unconsciously, for the most part. But now he not only was endangering himself, but others as well...after all, he had to leave Mai and the other Rukongai citizen alone. And who knows what could happen there...still, as much as it worried him, he was a doctor, and this man was in need of medical care. He hoped he could repay Mai for all the chaos she witnessed.
Yoshiya ran all the way to the gate, Haru in pursuit, and he managed to finally catch up to the red haired Rukongai citizen, after he collapsed right before the gate. moving toward him, Harupia would check if he was conscious, mobbing his body to lay down on his back as he said "Yoshiya-san! Are you ok?!"
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Aug 20, 2013 13:00:46 GMT -8
As the boy spoke, Mai remained silent, watching the emotions he was warring with. He had finally realized, it seemed, just what he had intruded upon, and why the pair of Shinigami were upset with the situation. "Then leave," she stated calmly as he finished, turning on her heel. His emotions were his to deal with, and he would have to take his questions elsewhere. She would not answer them. Completing her turn, Mai glanced around, suddenly very much alone with a strange man in an empty field - Harupia and the Watson were gone from her line of sight, the latter having run off as soon as she had turned her attention to Nero.
The wolf had watched them until they left, keeping an ear trained on the boy in case he had tried to harm his master. Gingerly, he took the girl's hand in his mouth, and before the realization had struck her, right as the Watson had collapsed into the gate, had gently tugged her in that direction. The cry from Harupia had come shortly after, reaching both the wolf's and Mai's ears across the empty field.
Mai rushed toward the source, taking her hand from the beast's mouth and collecting her slacks within them; the task gave them something to do while she crossed the distance, instead of playing the part of the helpless woman, a mere bystander. She did not think to look back to see if she had been followed, but she didn't have the luxury to care. Something had happened, and she needed to be there to help rectify it. The wolf padded alongside her, ears tucked against the back of his head, worried.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 18:49:25 GMT -8
Though Yoshiya had moved away from where he once was, their words still carried on the breezes. He heard every word that was uttered by Nero and Mai.
"With the hostility she is giving him, he's probably a bystander."
He knelt there against the gate for a moment before turning to yell to the two.
"No, let him KYAHHHH!"
For some reason, the Taichou had grabbed the Rukon and pulled him onto his back. This would elicit an 'oof' from most people, but most people didn't have a steel rod attached to their backs. The hard metal dug into his back. It didn't cause much in the way of damage, but boy, it did sting.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?" Yoshiya was incensed. He was furious at this assault. The man rose up slightly from his back, rolling towards the Taichou, and reached to grab the one who had assaulted him. A grab from a being whose whole body seemed to be crying, as wisps of reiatsu flowed down him into the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 17:23:31 GMT -8
Nero kept his narrow gaze fixed on the Shinigami woman, analyzing, studying, and evaluating her. Values and figures flashed through the scholar's mind, before being promptly filed away as he turned his gaze to the Nibantaichou and the stranger who had moved to leave. He would leave of his own accord, at least, that was the way The Hazard would- though the large dog was something to consider. It wasn't a factor he was willing to gamble with and had no intention of risking something as valuable as his health.
With that said, he certainly perked up and focused on the unknown Rukon man- did the Nibantaichou grab him a little too hard? He wasn't sure, and for a moment, Nero was uncertain; did he take one solution or the other? He could leave, but at the same time, it didn't feel right to just leave like an interloper caught in the act; he was a inhabitant of the Rukongai, it wasn't right to just leave like an outcast.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Aug 27, 2013 15:41:36 GMT -8
Hmm... seemed today was simply bound to have everything the Captain did turn right back against him. Laying on the back was usually the prime position to put anyone who just collapsed before your eyes. Well, maybe not exactly the safety position but he needed to see if the men was conscious or not... and he turned him over rather delicately. Still, with the rod placed on his back. Still, he tried to treat him to the best of his abilities...which made his violate reaction somewhat more unpleasant.
Though it could be just his reaction due to the illness...at lest he truly hoped so. Though the grab of his collar wasn’t that bad...but before he could react, the wisps of Reiatsu came to life and attached themselves to his clothing, instantly pulling him right to the ground, getting a loud groan out of the Taicho's lips. Still, as he heard other's approach the scene he would shout out "Everyone stay calm! This is all just...a small misunderstanding..." trying to pull himself of the ground, too avail. Hmm...he guessed this had to be the manifestation of the elder's power...not a welcomed presentation, he had to say.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Aug 28, 2013 18:40:48 GMT -8
Unsure of what had just happened, Mai rushed onward; there was a yell and a shout, and then her beloved Taichou was on his back. She stumbled through the field, delicate feet sinking into the muck or tripping over a hardened ridge, making her way to the altercation. Her breath caught in her throat at his inability to raise to his feet, the image of her father falling in battle flashing unbidden before her eyes, and with one great lurch to free her foot from the muck, she raced to Harupia's side. Crouching to her knees, she reached out for Harupia's muddy shoulder, gingerly touching it to reassure him that she was here.
Her hands trembled slightly, adrenaline coursing through her system as she quietly asked him if he was okay, the same tremor evident in her voice. She would be there to help him rise, supporting him through the muck that also bogged her down -- she was allowed to be dirty, in theory, but he was not. The Gotei had their image to uphold, after all, and a Captain with mud down his sides wasn't all that great for his image. Mai couldn't stand on ceremony now, though, not with a potential assault brewing before her. Her breath was ragged, no doubt aided by the hilt of her weapon pressing into her diaphragm, and the added factor of helping pull a weight greater than hers to her feet. Still, she would grasp his arm just above the elbow, her other hand securing itself around his waist via her arm to use her body as a fulcrum. Her knees would then straighten slowly as the pair rose, Mai trying her best to not allow her Captain to get any dirtier than he already was.
Sure, Harupia could probably get himself up, but Mai had gotten him into this mess by tagging along, and she would help him out...and take as much of the mud from the spring rains and generous traipsing as she could.
The wolf sat off to the side, worried, until he watched his master get into the mud. He watched, curious, and debated if he should join in on the play time.... For now, however, he sat still, a low whine rumbling from his throat.
[[ooc - took the opportunity to help expedite the process along by helping Harupia get to his feet in a slightly more timely manner]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 10:36:33 GMT -8
Know your priorities.
For Yoshiya had managed to get to his feet, and now he was brandishing his staff in the direction of the two Shinigami. His hand motioned to Nero, beckoning him closer.
"You, I want you closer, as witness to this."
The irate farmer stared down at the Taichou and Soutaichou's daughter.
"I quite frankly no longer care just what happened. We've wasted enough time here. If our friend over there decides to come over here, then you will answer Taichou Harupia. We shall do as this meeting was intended. What happened to Sui Torako?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 15:21:58 GMT -8
Or perhaps he would be acting as a witness. Okay, didn't see that one coming at all, Nero noted, as it was far from his expectations. Not that he was going to argue with it or have a problem with it; being privy to vital information was crucial and frankly, he needed to know about who had been lost.
That could have just as easily been his own flesh and blood family- and he needed to know what kind of Hollows had attacked anyway. With that in mind, and a simple bow of the head, the young scholar made his way to the pair quietly, recording ring at the ready with two blank empty records ready.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Sept 4, 2013 9:15:36 GMT -8
Harupia struggled a bit in on the ground, tugged down by Yoshiya's technique, before feeling Mai's hand's on his arm and waist, feeling her helping him up. He felt a bit...mixed about the help...he didn’t think he would need it, as the binding did dissipate by now...still, knowing how much the Tanaka was adverse to being dirty, and still pushing through to help him rise...it might have been insignificant to others, but he knew it had to be hard for her. A small gesture, but a welcomed one indeed. As they both stood up he would give her a small smile and say "Thank you Mai-chan...seems like were both in a bit of a mess" chuckling a bit, trying to make light of the situation...but Yoshiya seemed intent on doing the opposite.
He wasn’t sure what was it, but something in the Rukon's choice of words...or perhaps he was rising his staff at him, were the last straw. Turing to the two Rukons, his face now covered with a rather blank expression, he would say "Wasted time you say? Well, perhaps if YOUR friend didn’t interrupt a meeting he wasn’t invited to in the first place, or if you didn’t run of and then attack me while I was helping you, perhaps the meeting would go in a more timely manner. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised right... the people who came up with the idea of the Rukongai had painted the Shinigami as strict, power hungry monsters since day one haven’t they? It’s not like I responded to you request with nothing but kindness..."
As the men spoke, his expression twisted into more of a frown, carrying on "You want to know what happened to Sui Torako? I took her of your hands, Yoshiya-san, heavily wounded. I took her and gave her the best medical aid possible. I nursed her back to health, along with countless other people, both Shinigami or living in the Rukongai. One day, when she was almost reedy to come back home, Kiba-Taicho came to my Division, and took of quickly, Sui going in pursuit of him. For what reason, I do not know. But I presumed both of them as soon as it happened. However, I was not as quick as the young girl so I took me time to find her...she was lying on the forest floor, in the 2nd District, her eye gouged out of her socket. Every second meant the growing danger of infection, but I needed to take her back, since healing such wounds without proper tool's is nigh impossible. Once there me, Mai and other medics did our damn best to try and save her...but we failed..." he paused, taking a deep breath, squeezing his fists to try and calm himself downa bit.
Still, he would speak on, his tone growing even more irate "I saw a lot of people die. Probably more than any two of you ever will. Weather I was not skilled enough, not fast enough, I lost patients. But I hunt lost a child in a long time...and that is the worst feeling...seeing such a younger life fade away...Seeing any life fade away is a horrible feeling. Especially if the life was thrown away because someone was to impatient, or put himself in danger. How do you think I feel knowing there are HUNDREDS, THOUNSANDS of people living out there, endangering themselves every day!" he said loudly, waving his hand towards the general location of the Rukongai " Do you know how many injuries we sustain on patrol over the whole Rukongai? Can you count how many people died in the 4th District in search of those who were lost there?! All of this death, all of this spreading thin in face of countless Hollow, and for what? Independence? Beading able to live your life as you please? I’ve tried some of that when I was young, and it almost got me killed. And for people who are "independent" you seem to relay on us to fend the Hollow quite a bit. We protect you, we heal you, and in return YOU RISE YOUR DAMN WEAPON TWOARDS ME!" he shouted out finally, a slight echo crossing amongst the fields...and then he was silent for a while.
Taking a really deep breath, squeezing his fists before realizing them, he would look both Rukongai citizens in the eye while saying "My apologies...I’m sure you don’t care about the rants of a Shinigami. I just...I wish I could have done more for poor Sui...and even though I had the best help anyone could ask for" quickly glancing towards Mai for a brief second "I couldn’t. And while it drives me even more to help those in need, I can’t help but to wonder, what makes life outside of the wall's worth it, and what is it that you hate about the life in them...If I assumed your attitudes wrongly, then I apologize...'
With a sigh, he would say "That was all I knew about the demise of Sui Torako...the wound in her eye was very precise, clean. It wasn’t a Hollow just swiping at her face, it was as if someone plucked the eye out on purpose. Either a sadistic Hollow...or a sick member of either society... if there were any other killings in lately, it would be best to inform some sort of police force about it...unless you don’t believe in "authority" like that" he said, his tone still a bit bitter, before wrapping up "I’m Sorry, but I feel talking more now will just live us all overly bitter...I’d prefer to discuss the burial of the girl in a more calm atmosphere Yoshiya-san. Perhaps we could discuss it when you come to me for treatment? Or, if you prefer, I could come to you...Despite what I think of the choices of the Rukongai, I still want to try and help the most I can. And if attacks like this happen often, I think you’ll need the help sooner than later..." he said, looking potently at the red haired man. He felt he said to much, and he was fully expecting some kind of rebuttal. But in the end, he was a medic, and he was offering his help. And even sometimes he was frustrated about how people reacted to it, he wouldn’t stop just because of some misunderstandings, and differences of opinion.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Sept 7, 2013 19:51:13 GMT -8
Mai's already taught face constricted into a rictus of desperation at her soiled frame. Frantic in speed only, her hands made the quick, well-practiced motions through the folds of her clothes as they searched for those delicate white cotton squares she used on a daily basis to keep her hands clean; she had not worn gloves this day, the growling wolf at her side had chewed on the left hand of each glove in her moderate collection, and her collection of squares was all that she could depend on. After a fruitless search, she glanced over to glare at her lupine companion, and, instead of chastising him for growling, followed his gaze.
Her hands, for the most part, hand come clean enough while she searched for a clean square to wipe them with, and her face was safe enough from any lasting damage from mud as her left hand rose to cover her mouth, now curved in the delicate 'O' of surprise at the man brandishing his weapon at the three of them.
Fenris had yet to move from her side, even as he growled low in his throat to warn Yoshiya of the mistake he was making. Mai's right hand instantly, upon this revelation, sought to entwine her slender fingers into the raised hair in the sable wolf's mane. At her release, he was liable to charge and take the man to the ground, but not even she was about to risk more disparaging action upon the shinigami.
The actions had angered Harupia, bringing up a side to him that she hadn't really experienced before. She listened quietly, silently urging her pet to silence himself (and he did, after a time). Her left hand lowered itself as he began speaking, trembling and also seeking solace within Fenris' bristled fur. Mai had turned away at this point, body angled slightly away from her Taichou and shoulders hunched inward, shielding her from sight. She was reliving Sui's traumatic death at their hands, a silent tremor punctuating each of Harupia's points. Tears threatened to course down her face, and she hung her head, fingers beading into the now-relaxing fur, hiding her emotions.
She did not catch Harupia's short glance her way, but the stiffness in her shoulders relaxed slightly at the pause he took to do so; she was listening to him tell his story, the one she wanted to live but couldn't because of her father's fateful intervention (were it not for that, she would have ceased to exist over fifty years ago). Now she couldn't turn to look in his direction, not with her emotions clear on her face. It took time for her to regain her composure, just a few moments, and when she turned back, her face was a careful mask of solemnness, all other emotion stowed away for less prying eyes.
Her gaze drifted from the two citizens to Harupia and back again, carefully waiting for the next step in the dangerous dance that had been unleashed. If no one was careful, someone could have more than their pride hurt. More than it already was. She had said things that were perhaps incorrectly delivered, but like her Taichou, she was wound tightly and, like an overstrung bow, she had a tendency to snap and bite.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 11:05:15 GMT -8
"Foolish Shinigami." His eyes were narrow. "I have no time for your lies. You blame me for raising my staff, when you attacked first? You blame me for an uninvited guest, when I have no knowledge of this man, and when you have a companion? As for Miss Torako. I guess I'll never know the truth. Her burial is none of my concern. Do as you see fit." Every sylable seemed to be dripping venom from his mouth.
"I'd run you through on the spot, but it would do no good. Nothing would change. You." His words were directed at Nero, a change of tone evident in his voice. "I take it you got all that."
His stare upon the Shinigami narrowed, the fierceness intensified.
"My business here is concluded."
Yoshiya withdrew his pole, sheathing the iron rod into his back.
Infuriated his paths trod the short distance to the gate, opening it effortlessly, an aura of defiance surrounding him.
Yet some of the words of Hitoshi struck the elderly Rukon. He did not Yoshiya. He did not know that he rejected independence. He did not know that he blamed himself for the split two thousand years ago. Haru may have lost dozens of patients, yet Yoshiya was responsible for the deaths of millions. Inside the walls was security, outside the first Rukon Citizens left, seeking a false freedom.
The weight of their spirits piled upon him, piercing his aura and causing his body to collapse, unconscious.
He had not made a hundred feet.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Sept 17, 2013 13:24:34 GMT -8
Haru was quite surprised to see the other Rukon stay so silent during the exchange...well, more of a monologue followed by Yoshiya's retort. Perhaps he realized that this was not his place to be and he was one of the elements which caused such a debacle? Or was he busy taking in his words, working up how to twist it into some more slander towards the city dwellers? Or perhaps he had some understanding for his words, and was respectful enough not to speak. Whichever it was, it was surely much better than the reaction of Yoshiya. Calling his attempt to help him an attack, seeing him taking the other Shinigami present at Sui's death and hi story as a lie, and then just casting her body away like it was nothing. So this was this independence? being able to slander anyone and threaten their lives, stomp someone’s goodwill into the ground like nothing? It was the same so many years ago when he helped his friends the from the outside, and they rejected him for being a Shinigami...he shouldn’t be surprised, but he wanted to believe there was something more. Harupia felt he said too much already, seeing how Mai reacted to his outburst. He couldn’t blame her...he didn’t want to be like this. And for the most part he wasn’t. But still, some of his frustration, anger, disappointment is always there in him. He simply keeps it in check for the most part, uses it to drive him to be better. Now as he calmed himself, he ignored the Rukon's rant, not budging even at his threat. While not a skilled warrior, he had a blade against a pike. If anything they just bruise each other up. He would let out a loud sigh as the men stepped away, and turned to Mai, saying in a silent tone "I’m...I’m sorry you had to see that. I lost my cool...I sorry...I think it’ll be best for us to depart..." he said, but before he could hear her answer, he saw Yoshiya collapse, a fair distance from them. Of course...just a second of bad thought, and that happens. His medical instincts kicking in again, he would rush to the fallen citizen, and would attempt to discard the rod of his back (weapons...always trouble with them) before turning him on his back. Once he was safely on his back, he would call out to him again "Yoshiya-san...wake up!" making sure he was breathing, tapping his cheek, wanting to knock him out of the stupor. Just like before...and even in spite of their anger, he was always a medic. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t leave someone in need unattended. Took me long enough...Id prefer to skip over Nero rather then exit him, at least this time.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Sept 17, 2013 22:53:15 GMT -8
Mai shrugged as Harupia apologized, a stiff, non-committal raise of her shoulder and tilting of her head to show that she understood his reaction, but was also aware that there was nothing she could do to help diffuse the situation. "It's not our fault," she murmured quietly, still introspective, still recalling her father's words on the mannerisms she would have encountered were she to run off as she had intended almost two hundred years ago. "Because of that, these people are for lack of a better word, wild....Many might see you, someone who has lived her entire life behind a big stone wall, safe and warm, well feed [sic] and clothed and hate you for it. Others will see you as a Shinigami, like they do me, and hate you for that simply because you have luxuries they lack or hold you responsible for the failings of another....
"...But not everyone shares the same goals [ie, Malik as Soutaichou] in their hearts, or are simply too proud or resentful to expect the help of another." So this is what he meant. She had listened patiently as Yoshiya refuted everything he had said prior to the misunderstanding at the gate, and she had not released the wolf as he threatened to eviscerate the man she loved. In all, she did very well; the Rukon was proving himself to be a lost cause to the reunion efforts Seireitei was firing up, and Mai no longer cared; as Malik would say, if it looks like an ass and brays like an ass, it was an ass. And there was nothing more stubborn than an ass, except perhaps his daughter.
She watched as the farmer stalked off over Harupia's shoulder, her own face troubled. "Perhaps I shouldn't have come," she murmured, drawing her arms around herself as though she was cold. "I thought you were brilliant," she said quietly at his sigh, offering him a strained but honest and reassuring smile; if their roles had been reversed, the Rukon would likely be lying unconscious at her feet, bleeding out from several punctures. She had no energy left to fight off her emotions, baring to him her very soul what she hadn't said, but as they flit across the violet expanses, Harupia's attention was already elsewhere.
Mai strode after him a moment later, once the shock had worn off; the man had collapsed, just as she was thinking about the role reversal, startling her as much as it had Harupia. She knelt into the mud, using the slope her legs had made from the knee upwards as a sort of pillow to rest Yoshiya's head as Harupia tried to rouse him, and kept her hands firmly on his shoulders. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have bothered, but the man had threatened bodily harm after already assaulting the captain, and she did not want to risk a ruse to disarm anyone other than herself. She had Fenris, and while he was green, she needed but a moment to draw the blade slung across her back; light forbid it come to that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 23:28:53 GMT -8
There was no response from Yoshiya, none at all. Sure, he was breathing, that much was obvious. If they had checked for a pulse, they would have found one, good and healthy. But aside from that, nothing. He lay there, motionless save for the rise and fall of his chest.
He was in a deep sleep. All that he felt was regret, the weight of the thousands he had failed weighed upon him. He basked in this, absorbing his inadequacy until acceptance overcame him. An aura of melancholy surrounded him. His emotion and his aura were aligned in a red darkness.
And he lay there, in the mud, oblivious to the stimuli from the two Shinigami. For rest is a great healer, and the unconscious Yoshiya took over, suppressing the conscious as it repaired and calmed the storm of emotion and feeling inside his body. It would correct the wave forms of his mind, to what he should be, to what he is.
A sad, pathetic old man. A washed up has-been. Nothing of consequence. He had forgotten this today. He never learned. He wanted to be something but he could not be. He must be mundane, worthless. Not even a footnote in the annals of history.
Know your place, Yoshiya. For outside it only leads to this...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 6:49:54 GMT -8
Nero in fact did record the conversation the two had, having to actually fill up the entire ring. It was a tight fit, and sadly, he wouldn't be using any of the slots again unless someone spilled some kind of enormous secret- fat chance of that happening anytime soon. There's always time to spare to think and rethink, not like we know each other, he thought to himself, but kept the two-yen comment to himself.
He frowned at the information, wondering what it could mean; a girl died but the fatal wound looked to be bizarre if it were done by a Hollow? Clearly there was something amiss and the way the man spoke gave him possible scenarios and thoughts. Wasn't it bad enough that they had to worry about attacks from the Hollows and now they had a possible murderer ? That's assuming of course it wasn't just a sadistic Hollow... Nero thought.
The young man was conflict and experiencing mental turmoil; he did not entertain ideas of grandeur and magnificence, as he was at best The Hazard by rumor's note and merely a bright Rukongai boy when the moniker was ignored. The mind had only so much use and power without notoriety and feats of mental aptitude and intelligence to back it up, not to mention a lack of experience in figuring out such things. He could offer his aid, there was no doubt of that, but what reason would either the taichou or his subordinate have to believe him- let alone care about his offer of aid?
And why would Nero Calder, The Hazard, back down from a challenge? Someone took the like of another; someone is a threat to my home, and I did not come here to stand by idly like some twit. He thought vehemently, narrowing his eyes while standing up straight. The young scholar stiffened when the odd fellow fell but made no sudden and unexpected movements except to carefully approach, looking to the taichou merely out of recognition of the shinigami's rank and authority.
"My mother is a retired Shinigami, but I certainly listen to her when she speaks," he remarked, glancing at the taichou before looking at his subordinate carefully, gently rotating his recording ring. "Nibantaichou-san, you don't know me and I barely know you beyond your rank. But I think as a sanban shinigami does, and this certainly warrants investigation,"
He took a moment to pause and glance from one to the other before driving his point home. "Last thing any of us who isn't a Hollow wants is to start seeing enemies at home, right before the real one drives their blade home," he remarked, intent on getting a single point across.
Fighting each other will only get you killed faster by the real threat.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Sept 22, 2013 14:25:13 GMT -8
Harupia of course caught Mai's words right before he rushed over the fallen Rukongai folk. Brilliant...well, he would hardly call that display anything like that. He simply let his nerves get the best of him...though perhaps other's would, at that point, reach for their weapon rather than for their words. Still, he didn’t feel exactly proud of the verbal outcry...and yet, hearing Mai's compliment felt really nice.
Still, he couldn’t focus on thinking about that, since Yoshiya seemed to be out cold, though his pulse seemed to be stable. Curious...it didn’t seem he was physically ill at first glance yet something had caused him to recess into such a deep stupor...He really needed to examine him sooner than later. He was glad Mai came there to help him...and with her companion as well. Not that he feared Yoshiya's reaction, but he would refer getting blindsided by a wild attack again...
Seeing how the other dweller of the outside stopped his writing, Haru listened to his words. With a steady sigh, he would say "That is true. I prefer seeing people not be wounded. Investigation...so you see yourself as a detective...hehe, I think that in all this commotion you did not introduce yourself...If you wish not to, I hope you won’t find younger Rukon Dweller a derogative term...if so then I’m sorry, once again" rising his head up to watch the young Rukongai citizen.
Hmm...he couldn’t help but agree with his words. True, they had people to investigate such cases...but so far there was little progress in this case, as far as he knew. And if anything, seeing the citizens try and solve their own problems would give some viability to the whole split... some. Still, there was a more pressing manner to attend to.
Sighing a bit, Harupia would say "Still, I’m not the best in investigation...But I think we could work together in another cause. I think Yoshiya-san needs a comfier place to rest then the ground...And I’m pretty sure he would be displeased if we carried him back to the 2nd Division, even if he is in dire need of medical care...would you assist me in taking him back home? If anything, some joint labor can only pull us closer, right? " he would say, laughing in a more cheery way for the first time in a while, his head turning around as he continued out loud "Mmm...a shame we don’t have a stretcher...perhaps some logs long enough to suffice..." pondering just how exactly they would pull him towards home. As much as they were at each other’s throats, he simply couldn’t leave the man like this.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Sept 22, 2013 15:47:46 GMT -8
A chilled wind rustled the folds of Mai's cloak as she knelt, cutting to her weary bones and drawing water to her eyes. Her delicate fingers grasped into the fallen man's clothes as she fought back the involuntary shudder. She sighed as she half-listened to Harupia and the boy, retreating off into her own world for the moment; they could not afford to investigate the death of Sui, even in times of peace. Why they hadn't put in a request, she didn't know, but they should have; either way, the attack was at an inopportune time for the girl's soul, and the one person who had given her the slightest inkling of hope for Sui was unconscious at her trembling knees. He had declined the child's last chance at salvation, the manifestation of a motherless daughter's naïveté, the last shreds of her own innocence. And...she hated him for it.
She sighed a second time, much more ragged as though choked with a sob, and relinquished her grip; though his head remained on her lap, her arms now curled about her chest, and she bent at the waist, shielding her face from view. The tears were warm and salty upon her cold and flushed cheeks, tracking down the curvature of her refined jaw, and those that did not rivulet into her parted lips gently fell onto the farmer's tormented face, bathing him in her grief. She could not rally, could not bring herself to climb from the darkness within; it had taken her twice before, upon her mother's death and the realization that he, Malik, could not bring her back.
As her world came crashing down, she slumped further, sniffling loudly despite her attempts to remain unseen. It would take more effort than that of the mournful howling beside her to bring her back; Fenris, at least, understood her pain on a more primal level, as he, too, felt a similar emptiness in his life. He knew that there was no point on wallowing in the pain, and as his howl died out around the time attention was brought to Mai's breaking heart, he pressed into her, breaking through her limb-barrier, and nosed his way to her face, despite her protests.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 2:30:47 GMT -8
If one had been looking closely, one may have seen the front pouch of Yoshiya's belt wriggle. If not, they would have seen a small ginger kitty pace up her master's belly, giving soft licks to his face.
The touch of her tongue was the last pin in the lock. The creature, her first work done, curled up upon his rising and falling chest, purring away.
A gloved hand weakly rose from his side to pet his faithful companion. A creature which had stood by him through thick and thin. He knew where she was, how she would be lying, the curvature of her back...he knew her, and she knew him. There was no bond quite like it, between cat and man.
"I will be fine, Shinigami." His voice was weak and tired. Whether it was the illness or life that was causing the tiredness was indiscernible.
He let out a sigh. In that breath were ages of history. Lives which had brushed his path for a time, whether a deep connection, or just a passing glance in the street. He was too old. Far too old.
"So...you claim that throw was helping me? I admit, I am no medic. Rukon, you saw it. What is your opinion on the matter?" His voice was tired, yet sincere. He genuinely wanted the Hazzard's opinion, deferring his own judgement to the boy. Whatever he decided was what Yoshiya would decide. He did not give the right to the Tanaka. Her bias was evident, and he hadn't yet determined her honesty and independence.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Sept 26, 2013 9:50:26 GMT -8
Haru, while keeping an eye on the unconscious Recon, did not miss the fact that Mai was fighting her own battle at the moment. While she tried to hide it to the best of her ability he couldn’t help but see the tears splashing over Yoshiya's face. Seeing her like that...it always pained him. He watched her work and grow in his Division, and for the past few years more closely under his wing. He had seen her annoyed, sad, angered, in times of her greatest challenges. And he could only imagine what she felt earlier with how rocky her relationship with her father seemed...
But he knew there was more to her, that she wasn’t a spoiled daughter of a nobleman. She could be strong, she could pour her heart into helping people, and the same heart ached so bad for the loss of someone she barely knew...he knew she had what it takes to be a wonderful Shinigami... and women. Still, she always seemed to be too close to that line of no return, of wallowing in herself pity and misery. He of course understood that you feelings could sometimes overwhelm you...he simply didn’t wish for it to happen to her.
As he mused on the matter, he saw a small bundle o fur pop out from the Rukons belt and gingerly move to wake him up. So, the farmer was more of a cat person? Somehow that seemed fitting... It seemed the familiar feline had enough power to awaken the Citizen of the Rukongai. With a soft smile, Harupia would stand up, and offer his hand in order to let the men stand up. He didn’t answer the man’s inquiry...for one thing, he was to confused as he did not remember throwing anything at the men...nor did he use some kind of close quarter maneuver to put him down to the ground. if anything, it was the other way around.
Still, he remained silent, waiting for the other citizen to speak his mind. As the silence grew a bit longer, only the silent sobs of Mia being there, he would move towards her slowly (weather or not Yoshiya accepted his assistance in getting up...he was glad to offer help, but he wouldn’t waste time on someone who didn’t want it) and then he would say "Mai-chan..." reaching with his hand to wrap around her shoulder. He did want to hug her, to try and lighten her mood, but he still needed to be ready to try and answer any query directed to him from the Rukon's. It seemed such a gesture would be better then doing nothing...though by this point he wouldn’t be surprised at anything happening.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Sept 26, 2013 20:50:05 GMT -8
Mai shied away from Fenris' intrusion, twisting away from the wet nose while simultaneously pushing against him with her elbow. She kept him away from her face, her shame, and shifted away, unintentionally jarring Yoshiya in his pseudo-slumber. The wolf did not notice the cat, though with his feline housemate, he had learned the hard way what a cat was--the three thin lines across his snout could attest to that. Nor did he, in his attempts to follow her, physically step on the prone Rukon, though his pants and feathers had the capacity to not follow suit; it would be in the man's best interests to vacate Fenris' dancepad, lest the tickling wisps of fur color him mud.
The wolf stopped his attempts to cleanse his master's face as Harupia approached, instead backing off a short way and watching. The man smelled as Mai often did, and he had offered a pat on the head, and Fenris did not consider him to be a threat. When Harupia touched her, she flinched, not because she didn't want the contact -- she did -- but because she didn't see him approaching; she had heard him say her name, but she had retreated inward, unwilling to let him see her so. It was unbecoming, at the very least. Like the time before, after Sui had passed on the table, she gave into the contact a moment later, relaxing under the reassuring pressure the Taichou's hand put on her shoulder.
Mai did not rise from her slumped position, however, be it due to Yoshiya's use of her lap, sheer exhaustion, or some combination of both; instead, she twisted back to a nearly straight position, angled ever so slightly into Harupia, shoulders still hunched over her re-crossed arms, and focused on a point not too far off from Harupia's closest foot. She refused to meet anyone's gaze, concerned or otherwise, unless his eyes came to hers. She was a mess, an emotional wreck, and she didn't want to be associated with this anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 0:02:55 GMT -8
He was barely awake, still lost in a stupor of the fogs of his mind. He was barely conscious. Eyes shut, he did not see the extended hand of Hitoshi-san. It was not out of rudeness that he did not take it, but the lack of comprehension of his surroundings, comprehension that was growing with every moment. Yet he grasped...something... The beast was uncomfortably close. Surprisingly so. The man jolted to his feet. Yggdrasil, sensing the movements of her master, leapt from his chest, landing square on her pouch, diving in. And how he bolted, bolted into the distance, bolted all the way home, only pausing to flick his hand, to return his staff to his possession. Yet the shock to his fragile psyche, damaged and having been subjected to turmoil the past few days, would cause a severe breakdown. The man was confined to his basement for a week, living in a land as dark as his mind. He had not time to make a written record. Yoshiya would not remember the events of this day. The ground may have been replanted, but for Yoshiya whatever small sapling of hope that could have grown had been uprooted. [ EXIT]
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Oct 1, 2013 15:36:32 GMT -8
And so that was it... just like that the fallen Rukon bolted to his feet and ran off without a word...and the other citizen stood there not saying a word as well. This...rose a lot of questions about the nature of Yoshiya's condition. He would need to see the man again, even if the wounds he was suffering were not physical... Still, he couldn’t help but to feel disappointed...this whole trek, in the long run, achieved nothing but grief for both sides...
And still, there was the other injured soul he had to take care of. Mai was clearly distraught, not saying a word, avoiding anyone’s gaze...Gently, he would urge her to stand up as he said "Come on now, let’s go...we both need a break after all of this..." his face natural for the most part, apathic in a sense. He was just tired from all of this. Slowly, his hand still laying gently on the Tanka’s shoulder, he would move back to the city. He needed to rethink some things...and just have a freaking break for a bit.
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