Post by Lucas Lightner on Nov 1, 2016 18:47:44 GMT -5
Slowly but surely, Lucas learned that Quincy lived all over this city. In fact, they seemed to crawl through it like ants in a colony. As disrespectful as that comparison sounded, even in his mind, it was just too accurate for him to pass up. There was one around every bend, every corner, and it astounded him. Did the Alliance even have as many active Quincy as his compass told him lived in the Karakura and Tokyo area? As strange as it was to think, he honestly doubted it.
This time, he was downtown in Karakura. He walked down one of the sidewalks along a major street in town, four lanes across, and stuck out from the crowd in his blue uniform. He could tell that he got glances when he went about his business like this, but he didn’t mind in the least. If pride in his family, and his past, and the accomplishments of his fellow Americans, got him attention? All the better. His uniform, and everything it stood for, deserved those curious glances.
What was even more American than that was the way he stared at his compass like it was a smartphone. He had his nose buried in it almost as much as a modern teenager would in one of their various screens, game console or otherwise. After tracking this individual for a fair distance now, though, Lucas was hardly going to give up the chase just because of a few, somewhat judgmental glances—after all, he hadn’t crashed into anyone yet.
This chase took him towards a café advertising “free Wifi”. Oddly enough, that part of the sign was in English, as were many, other, random notices throughout Karakura and Tokyo both. The building itself was red brick, for the most part, with a cloth awning over the series of tall windows that looked out at the two streets that the corner café was on. The rest of it seemed rather plain and, much to Lucas’ joy, there didn’t appear to be any maid waitresses within.
After everything that had happened at Ichiro’s place, well, no one could blame Lucas for wanting to avoid a repeat. He wasn’t sure his health could take it. Just to torment his father, he would even joke, ‘Dad, it’s not like I’m a spring chicken anymore.’
His father never seemed to appreciate that humor.
A small bell rang when Lucas pushed open the wood-framed door and stepped inside. The tables were plain, oak, and were paired with matching chairs. The booths were built into the walls and the room itself, with equally built-in, wooden tables in the middle of them. One of the young men behind the counter gave Lucas a welcoming smile, clearly anticipating the dark-haired man would approach and ask for something, but Lucas stayed put. He gave his compass one more glance.
When he looked in the direction that it indicated with the blue, glowing particle under the glass, he saw her: A thin, very young lady that couldn’t have been a day over twenty. She had long, green hair and a somewhat displeased look on her face, complete with a computer in front of her. But there was no mistaking the important detail.
She was a Quincy.
Lucas gave the clerk a friendly wave and earned a nod in return as he walked off towards the green-haired Quincy at her table. He put on his best smile and, as he approached, simply slipped into the booth across from her.
“Excuse the intrusion,” he said as he sat down. “But my name’s Lucas Lightner, and you’re a Quincy. I’ve got some very big news to run by you, if you have a minute.”
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617 Words
Calendrea Hughes
This time, he was downtown in Karakura. He walked down one of the sidewalks along a major street in town, four lanes across, and stuck out from the crowd in his blue uniform. He could tell that he got glances when he went about his business like this, but he didn’t mind in the least. If pride in his family, and his past, and the accomplishments of his fellow Americans, got him attention? All the better. His uniform, and everything it stood for, deserved those curious glances.
What was even more American than that was the way he stared at his compass like it was a smartphone. He had his nose buried in it almost as much as a modern teenager would in one of their various screens, game console or otherwise. After tracking this individual for a fair distance now, though, Lucas was hardly going to give up the chase just because of a few, somewhat judgmental glances—after all, he hadn’t crashed into anyone yet.
This chase took him towards a café advertising “free Wifi”. Oddly enough, that part of the sign was in English, as were many, other, random notices throughout Karakura and Tokyo both. The building itself was red brick, for the most part, with a cloth awning over the series of tall windows that looked out at the two streets that the corner café was on. The rest of it seemed rather plain and, much to Lucas’ joy, there didn’t appear to be any maid waitresses within.
After everything that had happened at Ichiro’s place, well, no one could blame Lucas for wanting to avoid a repeat. He wasn’t sure his health could take it. Just to torment his father, he would even joke, ‘Dad, it’s not like I’m a spring chicken anymore.’
His father never seemed to appreciate that humor.
A small bell rang when Lucas pushed open the wood-framed door and stepped inside. The tables were plain, oak, and were paired with matching chairs. The booths were built into the walls and the room itself, with equally built-in, wooden tables in the middle of them. One of the young men behind the counter gave Lucas a welcoming smile, clearly anticipating the dark-haired man would approach and ask for something, but Lucas stayed put. He gave his compass one more glance.
When he looked in the direction that it indicated with the blue, glowing particle under the glass, he saw her: A thin, very young lady that couldn’t have been a day over twenty. She had long, green hair and a somewhat displeased look on her face, complete with a computer in front of her. But there was no mistaking the important detail.
She was a Quincy.
Lucas gave the clerk a friendly wave and earned a nod in return as he walked off towards the green-haired Quincy at her table. He put on his best smile and, as he approached, simply slipped into the booth across from her.
“Excuse the intrusion,” he said as he sat down. “But my name’s Lucas Lightner, and you’re a Quincy. I’ve got some very big news to run by you, if you have a minute.”
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617 Words
Calendrea Hughes