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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

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Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

[C] Another Tutor [AO | TBTP | Closed] May 31, 2017 5:17:00 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on May 31, 2017 5:17:00 GMT -5

WARNING: Mention of suicide, depression, murder, sexual and physical abuse, as well as other adult themes.
The sun had yet to fully rise, as Mako quietly sat on the roof of a building at the edge of the Rukongai. He was far from town .. he didn't want to attract any attention, after all. Sitting quietly on his perch, surrounded by the darkness that was slowly being cast away by the light of the sun- only the soft, distant sounds of crickets chirping filling the air, still too early for even the birds to become active. He was afraid .. but he was always afraid, Yuta would probably be angry that he was out alone again- but that was fine .. he was allowed to do what he wanted, and he wouldn't understand anyway. There was no way he could explain it either .. he didn't want to be in that house, he didn't want to be around people, he just wanted one single thing. Quiet. It was quiet .. and that, in a way, was nice. Peaceful, hidden away from the darkness and despair that surrounded his home .. Reiko and Yuuta weren't up at this hour, and neither were many other individuals.

Still, he knew a few were early risers (or late coming home from drinking), and for this reason, he'd chosen the edge of the slums. Listening to the soft chirps of crickets transform to the sounds of squirrels and birds, soft chirps and ruffling of leaves following through with soft rays of light chasing away the darkness. He didn't really like anything. Liking anything left you open to being wounded, to being hurt, it wasn't worth the trouble- not at all. He had enough scar's, enough fear, without caring for things, or people. But .. the way the light chased away the darkness, this one point in time every day, brought him a sort of peace. He wasn't sure how, it was meaningless really, just the natural events of the world. But .. it was almost as if his heart lightened just a bit, seeing it- one more reason to keep surviving. The promise he'd made to Reiko- it was so troublesome.

But ..

He supposed he could humor her. "One reason a day to live." It was troublesome but .. it wasn't so hard, ever since he'd found this moment it had been something. Mako couldn't dare call it "hope", such a thing was only a thing that the ignorant, idiotic, or unrealistic believed in. But if it worked, if it helped him hold his promise to Reiko, then that was enough. With a sigh, he watched the darkness chased away entirely, and glanced at the shadows that remained. It was a painful reality- no matter how bright the light may shine, darkness never completely disappeared- and that was why hope was idiotic. Closing his eyes, he ruffled his matted, dirty locks of black hair and slowly hauled himself upward so he was standing on the roof, allowing his gaze to trail over his surroundings a final time before he turned and began to carefully climb down from the roofing.

Weak hands, covered in scar's and wounds grasped the wooden beams as he lowered himself- until small feet touched the grass beneath him. On instinct, he shifted back and away from the light- now that his moment was gone, he knew the light wouldn't help him any further today. Now he was on his own, and that meant hiding int he shadows and being as unnoticeable as possible. Quietly, he followed the line of the buildings shadows- letting his gaze trail over the buildings that were slowly opening, windows expanding outward, doors sliding open, life beginning to return to this disgusting, dark, terrible place. He would frown, but he knew better. Never show emotion, never show reaction, never show anything but lack of emotion. If you didn't give anyone anything, they'd ignore you, or at worst, they'd get bored of you quickly.

With this line of thought Mako would begin forward, sticking to the darkness as much as possible .. he should try to find something to eat, but it had to be small so that his body digested it before he had to return home. Or he'd just puke it up when his father ..

He ignored such thoughts. Instead, he just focused on the goal: find something small to eat, and a quiet place is hidden away from everyone else to eat it and hide for the rest of the day until he had to return to that dark place. His hand trailed up to his shoulder, holding the fresh injury that decorated his skin underneath his ragged clothing. Shaking his head, he continued walking forward, eyes moving slowly from one person to the next as he searched for the best place to get food. Begging was out of the question- you just got beat for that here. Theft, or luck, was the only real options for finding food when it came to him.

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Last Edit: Jul 6, 2017 15:21:51 GMT -5 by Mako Fujita

Tachi Omoki

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[C] Another Tutor [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 3, 2017 9:31:31 GMT -5

Post by Tachi Omoki on Jun 3, 2017 9:31:31 GMT -5

Tachi rose early this morning, his trips into the further districts of the Rukongai took longer so his only way of insuring that he spent enough time handing out food and doing simple lessons was to leave home earlier. His hair was a mess as usual trying his best to tame the shaggy mop never really lasted long before it returned to it's own devices sending hair falling in front of his eyes. He had two simple baskets with him, one filled with small bits of food like sandwiches and a few bags of rice, the other was filled with books for teaching children to read, along with scrap paper for practising writing. He left before the sun rose, the fresh morning air still moist with dew. Tachi closed his eyes as he slowly made his way along the road, his feet familiar with each of the small divots and mounds. He could see through his eyelids a faint light to the east, the sun slowly rising as if night refused to give way to the coming dawn. By the time Tachi had made it to the slums the sun was just over the horizon, the warmth evaporating the morning dew and bringing light to the day.

It wasn't his first visit and a few of the street children recognized Tachi as he made his way through the slums, he gave a few small sandwiches out but had yet to find a decent place to set his load down and start getting his small operation in full swing. For a moment he felt a presence of someone stronger then the background souls but it was brief and it flickered as if teetering on the edge, it resonated with something inside Tachi. He moved methodically through the edges of the slums, never seeming like he was following anything but slowly making his way toward where he felt it. He soon found a small clearing with a small stunted tree, the bark black as if it had been struck by lightning yet even at the ends of the branch life returned. Small buds formed new leaves on their way to bring life back to the tree. Tachi paced the area slightly but couldn't feel the presence anymore, he put his baskets down and set up in the clearing making sure to keep the food in sight. It wasn't so much that he was worried someone would steal the food but that it wouldn't be spread as far as he wanted it to be.

His morning started off slow, a few children came, ate for a bit spoke with Tachi about their experiences growing up in the slums, a few others stayed longer taking a few lessons about reading and writing. Tachi was trying to help these people so they didn't always have to live in the slums, those who could be teach to read and write could be employed to work for his family in one of their various trade shops spread through the rukongai, yet he kept his senses open for that presence again. If what he felt from them was right then he only hoped he could find them and lift them from the edge. He knew what the black chasm below it looked like and it wasn't a future for anyone, not if he could do something.

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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

219 Posts

Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

[C] Another Tutor [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 4, 2017 8:10:51 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 4, 2017 8:10:51 GMT -5

Mako felt it. A presence, strong- and his instant reaction was instinctual: hide. Like a ghost, his presence dropped off the map, only the most skilled in sensory capable of locating him- he knew all too well what beings with a stronger presence could do. They hunted him, shinigami or hollow- either was just as bad. The only reason he was alive being how hard he had focused on this one aspect of himself: to hide, to disappear. Through terror, and fear, he had learned that when he wanted to be gone- he need only use that desire. Instinct took over the rest, fueling him, channeling it directly into his very being so that he disappeared like a specter. This was what allowed him to simply "turn to smoke" as it were so that Tachi had only sensed him briefly. However, there was a greater issue in that he could feel the presence heading toward his location slowly. It had been only for a brief moment, but it had clearly located him- at least on a general level, and that meant he had to hide, escaping was a possibility too, but it would likely expect him to run. A better estimate would be to hide, and assume that it would try to locate which direction he had "run off too".

With this in mind, Mako quietly scaled the wall of a building once more- the roof was the best spot to detect others without being detected. Looking up was rare in the slums- everyone looked down, at the ground, at their feet, at those passing them warily- no one looked up. He had discovered the trick long ago, and it had served him well, most people hid in barrels, or under something. It was far more effective to hide on top of the center of a roof- where no one would look. He was so small he could practically make himself disappear by laying flat on his belly, and so he did just that. His body laying flat on his stomach- his eyes scanning the area warily, he could feel the presence closing in on his general location when it arrived, he was slightly happy to find it wasn't a hollow- it looked like a shinigami. Mako watched silently as the man wandered about the slums, obviously having no direct route- he had come here for him after all, Mako had no doubt. Still, he was good at the "nice guy" act, teaching the children and handing out food.

Fools, all of them. They were just indebting themselves to the man- it wasn't kindness, it was a coy ploy used to manipulate those around him. They were children, or desperate, poor, broken- all the above. He just wanted them for any number of reasons, and they fell into his hands like putty. It would have made Mako sneer if he hadn't become so good at remaining empty of emotion and expression. However, his stomach reminded him- that he was focusing on suppressing his power the entire time, and he had yet to eat. He needed some form of energy to burn or he'd be in even more pain than usual.

With this thought he would lean back slowly, watching the man blankly- he was handing out food, so it was an option. Targeting children specifically, that made it that much easier- so he carefully, slowly released the hold on his presence, and his reiatsu once more appeared- just as it had disappeared in a wisp of smoke, so did it suddenly spring into existence like a suddenly lit match. Slowly, he would lean his head over the edge of the roof- looking down at the man quietly. ".. What can I do to earn that?" he stated, his voice monotone, blank of emotion just as his face was void of expression. His hand simply pointing at the food the man was carrying, and his wording had been specific: earn. He did not wish to be indebted to the man, and revealing himself at this point was relatively fine, the percentage was low that the man meant any harm. Most of these idiots that went around spouting about "kindness" and doing "good deeds" couldn't tarnish their name or appearance by abusing or being cruel, or even realistic, to those around them.

If he could earn the food, it would allow him to get the meal he needed without theft today- the most logical route: minimize chances of damage coming to himself as much as possible. This man was providing him a way to do that, evne if he doubted he understood that concept.

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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

219 Posts

Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

[C] Another Tutor [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jul 6, 2017 15:21:01 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on Jul 6, 2017 15:21:01 GMT -5

Before Mako could focus on the man in question, he was forced to feel a single threatening presence- instantly, he felt the shift in the air. A Hollow? A Shinigami? It didn't matter, hostile intent was hostile intent, without a word the boy scattered- leaving the man behind without a word. He'd sensed his energy briefly, and committed it to memory for future usage, but he had no intention of trying to deal with a threat nearby. His survival instinct kicked in, stronger than anything else- and so without a further thought, he scattered to the winds.

If the man was still around at some point in the future, perhaps he would track down his reiatsu signature once more. But he had little intention of hunting down the energy for a simple reasoning of food. There were other ways to obtain such things, even if they were a bit more complex or dangerous. An unknown powerful presence was just as dangerous, if not more so depending on the unknown factors. Combined with the unknown threat that had reared its head nearby, the risk certainly wouldn't be worth any real reward.

A retreat was the obvious choice.

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Post by Mako Fujita on May 31, 2017 5:17:00 GMT -5

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Post by Mako Fujita on Jul 6, 2017 15:21:01 GMT -5

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