Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 3:18:48 GMT -5
Karakura Town. This place held many memories for Raph, some bad some good, some neutral and some that, at times, he couldn’t really place at all. Honestly some were too confusing to sift through, so he just ignored those as he could. Still, he’d been in the town for nearly two weeks, and he was beginning to push the boundaries of ‘On a mission’ for the quincy crown, no doubt. Still there was something odd about this damnable town that always pulled him back and this time was no different, if more confusing.
Rising, he rolled his shoulders a few times and set about to his normal work. When he’d first been deciding on his accommodations, he’d greatly considered one of the capsule hotels. But upon introspection he’d realized that he wasn’t exactly the best on space and so had opted for a normal one instead. Still, it had been awhile since he’d been to Japan and he kept hoping that he didn’t say or do something stupid, or worse, get recognized by integrated Vigilance members. Every now and then he’d look out his window at the mostly unfinished tower in the distance, setting a stark contrast against the city that was nearly fully repaired. It was partly skeletal at the top and Raph couldn’t help but shiver as he stared at it, another life gone, he could only move forward with where he was. With a quick flick of his wrist the curtains closed and the view vanished. He had to get moving, he was burning daylight.
Raph had a rather typical ritual: he would wander the streets, searching for spiritualists or quincy, doing his best to not draw attention, and then would return to go to sleep. It was a ritual that rarely went interrupted, and the few times it had were always for the same reason: visiting a small shop. It had only happened once…maybe twice, and yet each time he felt that there was a reason that he was there, like something was beckoning him though he could never place it.
This time, his third or…maybe fourth, was no different; he had been wandering the streets being as inconspicuous as possible for an American in a Japanese town, when the store begged him to come in. There was a moment’s hesitation and he felt as if there was something, or someone, important here. Life was full of people and happenings that could so alter one’s state of existence, especially on the dimension that he was in, that he couldn’t help but feel trepidation whenever he went in somewhere.
The shop had a rather well-lit interior, a white haired woman was manning the counter, someone whom Raph had really noticed probably the first time he’d been in, but hadn’t paid attention to. Yet, there was an unmistakable air about this place. He pondered over it, looked from shelf to shelf, stood in the center of one and stared into the ceiling like he was lost, and finally he just shrugged. What was it about this place that made him come here? It was a bit nondescript, not ostentatious from the outside, but had a charming atmosphere on the inside. But that wasn’t what had pulled him here. Under normal circumstances, this was intuition, but with this it felt more than that. That was when he felt it: reiatsu, it was faint and barely detectable yet it was there, or rather here… or, no...
He walked back over to the counter, looking slowly over the merchandise as if he was didn’t know quite what to get. But he reached out mentally and brushed the edges of her mind, and felt a powerful block. Surprised, he grabbed at a pack of gum. Whoever she was, she wasn't just human, she had the power to resist his telepathy, something which, half the time, he couldn't even shut off. Time to engage in conversation.
“The world is an odd place…” he muttered, though loud enough for the lady at the counter to hear. “You never know who you’re going to run into, people who like you, people who hate you...or even a spiritualist.” He began fishing around for change in his pocket and as he pulled out some yen, he looked up at her. “You know what I mean?”
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Rising, he rolled his shoulders a few times and set about to his normal work. When he’d first been deciding on his accommodations, he’d greatly considered one of the capsule hotels. But upon introspection he’d realized that he wasn’t exactly the best on space and so had opted for a normal one instead. Still, it had been awhile since he’d been to Japan and he kept hoping that he didn’t say or do something stupid, or worse, get recognized by integrated Vigilance members. Every now and then he’d look out his window at the mostly unfinished tower in the distance, setting a stark contrast against the city that was nearly fully repaired. It was partly skeletal at the top and Raph couldn’t help but shiver as he stared at it, another life gone, he could only move forward with where he was. With a quick flick of his wrist the curtains closed and the view vanished. He had to get moving, he was burning daylight.
Raph had a rather typical ritual: he would wander the streets, searching for spiritualists or quincy, doing his best to not draw attention, and then would return to go to sleep. It was a ritual that rarely went interrupted, and the few times it had were always for the same reason: visiting a small shop. It had only happened once…maybe twice, and yet each time he felt that there was a reason that he was there, like something was beckoning him though he could never place it.
This time, his third or…maybe fourth, was no different; he had been wandering the streets being as inconspicuous as possible for an American in a Japanese town, when the store begged him to come in. There was a moment’s hesitation and he felt as if there was something, or someone, important here. Life was full of people and happenings that could so alter one’s state of existence, especially on the dimension that he was in, that he couldn’t help but feel trepidation whenever he went in somewhere.
The shop had a rather well-lit interior, a white haired woman was manning the counter, someone whom Raph had really noticed probably the first time he’d been in, but hadn’t paid attention to. Yet, there was an unmistakable air about this place. He pondered over it, looked from shelf to shelf, stood in the center of one and stared into the ceiling like he was lost, and finally he just shrugged. What was it about this place that made him come here? It was a bit nondescript, not ostentatious from the outside, but had a charming atmosphere on the inside. But that wasn’t what had pulled him here. Under normal circumstances, this was intuition, but with this it felt more than that. That was when he felt it: reiatsu, it was faint and barely detectable yet it was there, or rather here… or, no...
He walked back over to the counter, looking slowly over the merchandise as if he was didn’t know quite what to get. But he reached out mentally and brushed the edges of her mind, and felt a powerful block. Surprised, he grabbed at a pack of gum. Whoever she was, she wasn't just human, she had the power to resist his telepathy, something which, half the time, he couldn't even shut off. Time to engage in conversation.
“The world is an odd place…” he muttered, though loud enough for the lady at the counter to hear. “You never know who you’re going to run into, people who like you, people who hate you...or even a spiritualist.” He began fishing around for change in his pocket and as he pulled out some yen, he looked up at her. “You know what I mean?”
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