Okumura Yukio (
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Weep little lion man
Characters: Okumura Yukio and ANYONE
When: Meh, why not today.
Where: A little ways off from the apartment building
Rating: PG, probably?
Summary: Yukio's been having a hard time, and he's looking for some alone time. You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?
It had been days since he'd confirmed the disappearance of Fujimoto Shiro. More than a week, actually. Probably more. It was difficult to keep track of the days in Nesreca, where each twenty-four hour perioud was composed just of eating (when Rin reminded him), sleeping (when he was very, very lucky), and constantly foraging for supplies that rarely appeared. But he had to do something to keep himself busy.
It had been easier at home, the loss of his father. He had his job teaching to distract him, his missions, the pain less acute with all the distractions their world provided... but all he had here was Rin and the constant reminder that they were, once again, on their own.
He'd settled himself a ways from the apartment building, loading one of his gun with practiced, almost automatic motions. There would be no danger of ricochet. Not here, not now.
Gunfire rang out shortly after, the loud cracks permeating the air at even intervals as smears of white powder from his specially prepared blanks peppered the nearby concrete wall. It was theraputic, and he was long overdue for some proper target practice.
When: Meh, why not today.
Where: A little ways off from the apartment building
Rating: PG, probably?
Summary: Yukio's been having a hard time, and he's looking for some alone time. You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?
It had been days since he'd confirmed the disappearance of Fujimoto Shiro. More than a week, actually. Probably more. It was difficult to keep track of the days in Nesreca, where each twenty-four hour perioud was composed just of eating (when Rin reminded him), sleeping (when he was very, very lucky), and constantly foraging for supplies that rarely appeared. But he had to do something to keep himself busy.
It had been easier at home, the loss of his father. He had his job teaching to distract him, his missions, the pain less acute with all the distractions their world provided... but all he had here was Rin and the constant reminder that they were, once again, on their own.
He'd settled himself a ways from the apartment building, loading one of his gun with practiced, almost automatic motions. There would be no danger of ricochet. Not here, not now.
Gunfire rang out shortly after, the loud cracks permeating the air at even intervals as smears of white powder from his specially prepared blanks peppered the nearby concrete wall. It was theraputic, and he was long overdue for some proper target practice.
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"Hey."
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"Hello, Becca-san. Are you alright?"
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"I haven't had the opportunity for target practice since I arrived. I thought it was about time to do something about that."
It wasn't a lie. He certainly didn't want to get rusty, especially not in this place.
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"I'd ask to try, but you probably can't spare the ammo. Can I watch you?"
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"It would still sting pretty badly, though. You've never handled a gun before?"
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Except for the military and police, which one would assume the Order counted as. He was sure there were all sorts of allowances made for the Order to operate properly beneath the government... if it was beneath any government at all. Yukio supposed not, not with the Vatican acting as their go-to for all official matters. The inner workings of the True Cross Order weren't something he could hope to be privy to at his current rank.
He smiled, appropriately humble. "I've been practicing with them since I was very young. I've had a lot of time to become "good with them"."
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It was obvious by know it was eating at him, he was sure. He couldn't do anything about it but put up a façade and hope for the best, which...really wasn't his strong suit. That was more Lavi's area, and even the crash course wasn't helping, since he still worried Alma no matter what he did.
Funny how things were always easier at home, but never here. That's how life here goes, he guesses. Being here does nothing but test one's sanity, it seems. It was the case with Lenalee, anyway. But one group of Exorcists had the glue to it for a long time, and without it it's done nothing but crumble away and fall apart until there were...only a handful left. While he doesn't even really know Yukio, he can...ironically empathize, not because of the losing the father thing (no clue what that's like), but...
Well, being in a similar state of mine helps, doesn't it?
Kanda leans against a tree silently whenever he spots Yukio, arms crossed over his chest and just settled for watching.
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He noticed Kanda when he stopped to reload, sliding out a magazine so he could slip in a new one, and he pushed his current mindframe aside so he could offer the other a small smile.
"Hello, Kanda-san."
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"Hey. Can I guess you're imagining a certain little girl on the other side?"
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Libitina was at fault for their situation, for taking his father again, and for all his experience and education, there was nothing Yukio could do about this particular "ghost". Hell, he couldn't even get a bead on her, let alone attempt to settle things.
"She makes for a very good target."
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"She certainly does, doesn't she." Slicing up the little ghosty girl sounded like a good idea. It beat taking it out on dead trees.
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"It's a shame she won't provide us with a proper chance."
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"There'd be a line if she did, I'm sure."
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"... I wonder if she really is a ghost."
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Quiet, not intruding overtly, but waiting and ready to listen or simply keep silent company if that's what was wanted.
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He finished out his clips fairly quickly, turning to face Raven as he replaced them with new ones in smooth, practiced motions.
"Hello, Raven-san."
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"...want me to provide you some targets?" She could guess, given his familiarity and ease with his weapons, that he'd need to practice something more difficult eventually. Easy enough to provide small dark-energy targets for him to aim for.
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"You could do that?" he asked curiously, pushing aside his lingering ache to focus on the apparent opportunity before him. He'd seen some of her ability before, of course, but he hadn't thought to translate those dark spots of energy into something so ordinary as target practice.
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Raven nodded, taking a deep breath. Quiet words, a mantra that he may or may not have heard before, murmured as her eyes glowed slightly. Small dark energy-discs the size of a normal target floated into the air, waiting. Offering to let him practice, as she could manipulate them as needed.
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At least he didn't seem unstable, from what she could read.
Instead she continued to let her dark-energy form targets. Eyes glowing gently, as she varied the size, the positions. Moving them, manipulating them to let him practice more; something she'd done occasionally for Robin or Starfire, during training sessions back home.
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It was... helpful. To see that there was support available without having to take advantage of it. Yukio had been coping with things (with everything) on his own for a very long time. He didn't want help, had convince himself that he didn't need it... but that didn't mean that the silent gesture wasn't appreciated.
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