faint familiarity
WHO: Kanaya and Soldier Blue
WHERE: Sunshiney streets
WHEN: 1/17, daytime, sunshine
WARNINGS: Fashion better than yours tbh
SUMMARY: This city's not big enough to make us all strangers
FORMAT: No
The errands did not cease when the house was emptied. To take care of the house, he had to take care of himself to some extent. In the event any of them returned, it wouldn't do to cause them concern over himself, though clearly their collective absence dealt quite the blow.
There was no better choice but to carry on, adapt. It wasn't the strongest ability any Mu had, but certainly not unfamiliar. Instead of hiding, however, it was...integrating. Something nearly impossible in his own world (but not utterly; Jonah Matsuka survived such a long time on his own in that society, after all).
Blue had his tricks. If he simply took the effort to persuade the minds around him to focus elsewhere instead of the white-haired, red-eyed stranger among them, he could pass through with little incident. For the most part, anyway; the pinpricks of being faintly acknowledged followed from across the street, where exerting his power further would become a headache quickly. He had been so careless of late...a late-night shock had rattled him enough to redouble his focus, but only just so. Dreary thoughts and the allure of warmer feelings constantly pulled his attentions and made for many double-takes out of uncertainty from those who he'd only just stopped dodging awareness from.
In the daylight, little harm. Everyone had a place to be, and many to be there quickly. He was less saddled, outpaced by many as he carried the small bag of food which would last...a few days, maybe. He hadn't gauged it too precisely, hadn't taken time with the too-many options there were. His heart wasn't in it, with his mind elsewhere more and more. The feelings of the world around him were at times overwhelming, but not a fair replacement for the company of those he knew. And missed.
Maybe a little bit longer. It took some time for some to return.
WHERE: Sunshiney streets
WHEN: 1/17, daytime, sunshine
WARNINGS: Fashion better than yours tbh
SUMMARY: This city's not big enough to make us all strangers
FORMAT: No
The errands did not cease when the house was emptied. To take care of the house, he had to take care of himself to some extent. In the event any of them returned, it wouldn't do to cause them concern over himself, though clearly their collective absence dealt quite the blow.
There was no better choice but to carry on, adapt. It wasn't the strongest ability any Mu had, but certainly not unfamiliar. Instead of hiding, however, it was...integrating. Something nearly impossible in his own world (but not utterly; Jonah Matsuka survived such a long time on his own in that society, after all).
Blue had his tricks. If he simply took the effort to persuade the minds around him to focus elsewhere instead of the white-haired, red-eyed stranger among them, he could pass through with little incident. For the most part, anyway; the pinpricks of being faintly acknowledged followed from across the street, where exerting his power further would become a headache quickly. He had been so careless of late...a late-night shock had rattled him enough to redouble his focus, but only just so. Dreary thoughts and the allure of warmer feelings constantly pulled his attentions and made for many double-takes out of uncertainty from those who he'd only just stopped dodging awareness from.
In the daylight, little harm. Everyone had a place to be, and many to be there quickly. He was less saddled, outpaced by many as he carried the small bag of food which would last...a few days, maybe. He hadn't gauged it too precisely, hadn't taken time with the too-many options there were. His heart wasn't in it, with his mind elsewhere more and more. The feelings of the world around him were at times overwhelming, but not a fair replacement for the company of those he knew. And missed.
Maybe a little bit longer. It took some time for some to return.