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Post by Rumor Aishi on Jun 28, 2012 18:01:29 GMT -5
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words: six hundred seventy six
muse: "i need a hero"
note: blah blah blah | Skorpion boasted being a place of acceptance, a place to be yourself. That was the premise it was based on, after all, a home for the homeless, for those who had nowhere else to go. Somni, especially, was a multicultural, completely accepting hub of activity and life, kept together by strict routine and discipline. Yet even in this place of freedom, some were not welcome. Rumor, by some weird twist of fate, ended up being one of those select few, the ones that even gifted folk didn't care too much to be around. Even those that resented their powers somehow also resented the fact that, in her presence, they were stripped of them.
So Rumor spent most of her days away from the Academy classrooms, hiding out in the libraries or empty rooms. Or she took advantage of her agent status and left the academy whenever she found the white halls too much (little?) to handle. Of course, she felt a bit guilty every time she did so, not liking to take advantage of her position like that, but she was desperate to escape. Her academy days were extremely boring, as most of the class day was dedicated to power training, and obviously she had no such needs. It felt strange to her, having others hate her. She supposed she had never really understood what that had felt like. That marked her as different, especially here.
She liked best to go to the town; there were more normal people here, even if only by a margin. But because of how the town was set up, she knew just which places to avoid to keep from bugging some poor gifted fool who wandered unknowingly into her area. Her favorite place of all was her destination today: the library. It was a quiet place, as would normally be expected, and the staff were so strict on that policy that no one could bother anyone at all, gifted or no. The softest whisper was met by a stern librarian appearing behind you, a fiery scowl spread across their face. Or so it seemed. Like all libraries, some semblance of conversation was allowed, so long as you didn't get too heated or carried away. The secret was to keep your voice low and hope the librarians looked the other way, or were too busy to try and get you.
Rumor opened the door and braced herself as a familiar wave of warm air wafted out, combined with the scents of cheesecake, wet ink, and crumpled paper. She shivered as she entered. Somni was always chilly, except in the deepest summer months, where the temperature raised just enough to be enjoyable. Even with a light jacket on, she was still cold, though she shed the commodity now that she was inside. She nodded in greeting at the woman behind the desk, but in return, all she got was a withering glare and a thin finger pressed against closed lips. Cowed, she ducked quickly through the shelves, relaxing only once she was safely hidden behind their bulk. She looked at the books briefly. The only ones that ever caught her eye were the colorful ones, the ones with cool titles, the ones that popped out. She knew to never judge a book by its cover, and she herself was a good example of that saying, but when you were talking about actual books, surely it was alright.
She turned, having a few books already, but found her way blocked by someone unfamiliar. She was so surprised by their sudden appearance that she let out a small shriek and started, almost losing her grip on her books as she did so. Old habits caught up to her and she bowed quickly, mumbling apologies in Japanese, intermixed occasionally with a few words in English.
She straightened up, prepared for either a withering gaze or an impassive stare. “Um…sorry,” she murmured again, not sure if she was apologizing for the almost bumping into him, or for the random Japanese.
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Post by Makoto Chiba on Jun 28, 2012 21:52:50 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #7FA5A4; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] something here [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Most people, if they thought about the type of place that Makoto would be would choose the library. That was if most people thought about it, which many of them did not. Makoto was not self-effacing but he was quiet and he tended to blend into the background, which he liked for the most part. And it was a fairly astute guess that he would spend much of his time in the library because he did spend much of his time in the library. Makoto liked to curl up with a good book a fair amount of the time, losing himself in the worlds of fantasy, in a historical biography, in a period piece set in years long gone. So it was not in the least bit surprising that he had come here today rather than any of the plethora of places that he could go, both on and off of the island.
It was a fairly brisk day; cold, many would say. Makoto actually liked the cold, for the most part. He liked winter and he liked the chill in the air. Of course he got cold like the rest of the world and there was a limit to how cold and how much cold he enjoyed but he still found that he was in the minority about the seasons and the weather. Most people tended to rush out of the cold, wearing layers upon layers. Makoto had a coat, a long coat almost more like a pea coat than any other kind, and a scarf wrapped around his neck but that was his only concession to the chillier weather. He smiled just a little to himself as he exhaled and it was just cold enough for a small misting of his breath to filter into the air. He reached out, pulling open the door to the library and stepping within the warmer area. He unwound the scarf, draping it over his arm, but left the coat on. He likely wouldn't stay long. Makoto was not an overly social creature for the most part. More than that, even with shields sometimes there was still a kind of buzzing in the back of the mind if he was around large groups of people that didn't know how to shield their thoughts for too long. He was more apt to check the books out than to sit down in the library.
It was as he was making his way through the aisles of the books, heading back towards the sections that he was most fond of when the curiousest of things happened. One moment he was walking, lost in his own thought; the next he was feeling a body walking right into his own and there was a small exclamation from the girl. Almost instinctively Makoto's head jerked up to see if someone was coming to tell them to be quiet but none of the normally irate librarians appeared for the moment. His own hands moved out to attempt to help steady the books as the girl bobbed up and down in apology, the smatterings of Japanese interspersed with English almost like a soothing balm to him. It had been a long time since he had heard someone speaking Japanese.
"Don't worry about it," he offered easily enough in the language of home, unable to stop the slight smile at the feeling of it flowing off of his tongue. Something else besides the pleasure at meeting someone who knew Japanese and was obviously from his home was tingling at the back of his mind, tugging at it. It took him a few minutes to identify what it was; a blankness. There was a curious blankness in his mind. There was no feeling of the walls that he built up to keep voices out, no feeling of another agent's shielded mind or the unshielded minds of normal people or those without telepathy. There was just... nothing.
For someone like Makoto, that feeling was confusing but in more ways than one it was a relief. He remembered the days of his life before his power came to be. He remembered being 'normal' and often times he missed that. He had never wanted any of this. At the same time, though, it bothered him because he didn't know the cause. He didn't like not knowing what was going on, especially when pertaining to himself. Still, he wasn't going to ask either. He didn't like speaking of his problems to even close companions, let alone to strangers. "Are you all right?" he asked the slight young woman, silver eyes taking in her diminutive stature and almost rightfully assuming she might have come out worse than he had in a rough introduction such as that.
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