Okumura Yukio (
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niteo_logs2012-01-21 05:23 pm
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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. 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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"What makes you say that?"
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"What are your demons like?"
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"I spoke to Allen-san about it once. According to him, the demons I'm used to would be considered "demons of lore" for you."
Though they would be considered lore for most people from Yukio's world as well, but he's special that way.
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"Demons of lore.... Right." Clearly that went over Kanda's head.
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"Demons live on a plane all their own, adjacent to the plane humans live on. Normally they can't cross over on their own, but they can manage it by possessing materials in our world. Anything from dust to plants to humans, but most people believe any strange occurrences to be simply the act of legendary spirits or gods."
He stopped, looking to see if Kanda was following.
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"Your demons have nothing to do with grief or sorrow then." Oh how he was glad there wasn't any Millennium Earl here.
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He ejected the magazine from his gun and started stowing his weapons away as he talked.
"Allen-san wouldn't tell me very much about them."
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"That's pretty much all that there is to know about our akuma. Other than don't get hit by their attacks or you're dead."
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"... Yeah. Even if they'd give Lavi and myself something to do."