Post by Raphael Laurent on Apr 21, 2019 20:22:46 GMT -5
He’d already known it, upon first moving here, but he’d begun to learn more and more about the place and he’d come to one major conclusion: Karakura was not the place to live a normal life. As he walked down the street, he couldn’t fathom how in the hell so many people decided to try and lead a normal life in this damn town. How many times, in the last week alone, had he been walking down the road, or been invited somewhere, or one of several other scenarios had he walked into only to find that something spiritual was happening? It was almost like having something explode every day of the week and being one of the few people that knew about it. How the hell did other fullbrings stay sane throughout all of this?
With a shake of his head, he shrugged. It didn’t really matter how they stayed sane, did it? He just had to make sure, whatever he did, that he stayed alive and learned how to do whatever the hell it was that that girl he’d met at the ramen shop could. The way that she’d cooled down her ramen… Who knew what else she could do? He had to learn more, he had to figure out how she’d done it and then how to replicate it. This had already led to so many different questions that he wished he had a teacher, well one that he could easily get a hold of and not bother with eight million questions. He constantly thought about heading back and talking to Ms. Taka…
He still had her card, he’d left it sitting on the end table of his bed, and oftentimes had the desire to call her. But at the same time, he didn’t know if she’d take it the wrong way that he was signing up with…whatever it was that she was running and didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Still there were so many questions, like what was the distinction between the fullbring and the quincy, besides the main ability? The two seemed so very close with the only real difference being that quincy absorbed the particles, while fullbrings manipulated the objects themselves. The similarities and differences were beginning to annoy him somewhat, and he found himself looking over his different notes.
With a sigh, Raph ran a hand through his hair, slightly giving up on the thought of getting any real answers. This was why teachers, or at least mentors, were important. The man from the restaurant had been a good one, as had the woman at the ramen shop… Even Taka had been kind enough to offer to teach him, as well as a job if he needed one. It almost felt like he was being watched by these beings sometimes… He found that he was glancing over his shoulder more than usual and was starting to realize how pointless such a thing was. If they wanted him dead, well, he’d be dead.
It was during this introspection, that he was suddenly shaken from his reverie by a feeling of…almost like a fight happening somewhere far off. The familiar energy of the quincy, that of home, reached his mind senses along with the foreboding feeling of hollows. Throwing caution to the wind, he followed the energy that he was feeling down a few alleys. The din of combat seemed to increase the closer he got and he frowned. It was almost over, a far stronger hollow than anticipated had arrived and the quincies that had been fighting must’ve splintered. The fight turned to a massacre, and as he neared it he hid behind a pillar. Blood and bodies everywhere… It was carnage, pure and simple.
“Shit… There’s nothing that I can do here except hide and hope it doesn’t find me…” He peeked out a bit and watched as the hollow began to devour the souls of the quincy it had just killed, cursing his own weakness. He could only hope that someone arrived soon to deal with this thing…
With a shake of his head, he shrugged. It didn’t really matter how they stayed sane, did it? He just had to make sure, whatever he did, that he stayed alive and learned how to do whatever the hell it was that that girl he’d met at the ramen shop could. The way that she’d cooled down her ramen… Who knew what else she could do? He had to learn more, he had to figure out how she’d done it and then how to replicate it. This had already led to so many different questions that he wished he had a teacher, well one that he could easily get a hold of and not bother with eight million questions. He constantly thought about heading back and talking to Ms. Taka…
He still had her card, he’d left it sitting on the end table of his bed, and oftentimes had the desire to call her. But at the same time, he didn’t know if she’d take it the wrong way that he was signing up with…whatever it was that she was running and didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Still there were so many questions, like what was the distinction between the fullbring and the quincy, besides the main ability? The two seemed so very close with the only real difference being that quincy absorbed the particles, while fullbrings manipulated the objects themselves. The similarities and differences were beginning to annoy him somewhat, and he found himself looking over his different notes.
With a sigh, Raph ran a hand through his hair, slightly giving up on the thought of getting any real answers. This was why teachers, or at least mentors, were important. The man from the restaurant had been a good one, as had the woman at the ramen shop… Even Taka had been kind enough to offer to teach him, as well as a job if he needed one. It almost felt like he was being watched by these beings sometimes… He found that he was glancing over his shoulder more than usual and was starting to realize how pointless such a thing was. If they wanted him dead, well, he’d be dead.
It was during this introspection, that he was suddenly shaken from his reverie by a feeling of…almost like a fight happening somewhere far off. The familiar energy of the quincy, that of home, reached his mind senses along with the foreboding feeling of hollows. Throwing caution to the wind, he followed the energy that he was feeling down a few alleys. The din of combat seemed to increase the closer he got and he frowned. It was almost over, a far stronger hollow than anticipated had arrived and the quincies that had been fighting must’ve splintered. The fight turned to a massacre, and as he neared it he hid behind a pillar. Blood and bodies everywhere… It was carnage, pure and simple.
“Shit… There’s nothing that I can do here except hide and hope it doesn’t find me…” He peeked out a bit and watched as the hollow began to devour the souls of the quincy it had just killed, cursing his own weakness. He could only hope that someone arrived soon to deal with this thing…