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Post by Nimue Nakahara on May 7, 2020 14:55:22 GMT -4
It was patrol time, she had no classes, she fixed everything for the internship and right now it was a moment of her alone. Or well, as far alone as Nimue could be with her four spirits, of which one could not talk which could sometimes be considered a blessing. But right now she was sort of just strolling through the streets, it's been a while she had done that and especially in Tokyo. Nimue was dressed as a hero of course, which meant the grey and dark blue colours of her hero outfit, the hood covering her braided mint-coloured hair so no one would see that and the make-up of her face was only mascara. She started to hide her red markings in her daily life, but not when she was a hero. After all, that was how she was known before, so it would be strange to hide it now. At the moment, not much was going on. She helped an old lady with her injuries and as a bonus to cross the street and so on. The small things but for Nimue, this was all part of her job as well. She liked working with everyone that was there, surely not always did that go right but that wouldn't stop her from trying to make it to the best point that she could. Maybe she was getting more agitated lately, surely she could not deny that. How she yelled at Mikhail, she would sigh.
The static over her line said a few words and she perked up. Did someone get hurt? She would listen to what she could before making sure that her bag was properly secured and hurrying towards the streets she heard on the intercom. "I am on my way," She spoke into it as she heard medics were maybe needed, though there would be no harm in getting someone else or the ambulance, she had no idea what was going on and asked for a status update. The person simply said that they had no idea, the boy just went out. She was almost there, little sprint and a few apologies was all that she needed. Of course, human beings were always interested in the stuff they did not understand and a small group had already gone around the person, boy the sound over the intercom had been, "Make space." She said shortly and blunt, pushing people aside softly but still pushing. She looked at the one police officer there, "Make them either go away or take a few more distance, if he fainted or whatever, he would need air." She asked a few more things, like a blanket or something alike for his head and she would see if she could find a pulse and see his eyes...
Now that was interesting.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on May 7, 2020 18:10:01 GMT -4
It started when Kumagai caught Yuki staring at him. It wasn't anything personal, really-- Yuki just liked to watch people. Nobody talked to them, after all, so how else were they supposed to pass their time? Kumagai didn't like being observed, though, and advised Yuki that they were gay in less delicate terms. "Afraid it's catching?" Yuki had intoned. Yuki should've let it drop. But when Kumagai just got madder about it, the dark-haired teen couldn't stop the rebuttal that followed. "Listen, Kumagai-san," Yuki had quipped, shooting the teen a withering glance. The honorific was said quite sarcastically, "No one would fuck you, even if you paid them. So calm down, okay?"Of course, Kumagai said to meet him after school. Fat chance. There was a mechanical pencil in Yuki's backpack that they'd knicked from a girl weeks ago. They'd used it once to create some drama between her and her catty friends, after the girls had said some untoward things about how much of a loser Yuki was. The pencil was, however, kept "just in-case" after that. This was a good just in-case. So, after school, Yuki strode into the boy's bathroom-- and minutes later, once the traffic from the bathroom had diminished, Momoko Hashimoto set-out for home with pencil in-hand. It was basically foolproof, except for one thing-- Yuki had stolen Momo's pencil ages ago. "Momoko" had made it about a half-kilometer from school, partway to the train station, when her form slipped the first time. Thankfully "Momoko" had been able to scurry into a quiet store front as her tendrils slithered back into place. Yuki sighed. They just had to make it through the park and to the train station. Then they'd be home free. Steeling themselves, they flexed their tendrils, which clenched and contorted to fit "Momoko's" appearance once again. "Momoko" was halfway through the park when the world spun, dimmed, and finally went dark, collapsing on the sidewalk where she had been walking. Concerned passerbys ran to the collapsed girl-- and it wouldn't be long before they noticed something was awry-- hair was slowly retreating into the skull and growing lighter--the skin was sliding left and right as if traveling along microscopic tracks, imperceptibly slipping to a darker skintone--their chest was sinking-in on itself. Yuki was regressing to their natural form, albeit slowly. The shift was about halfway-shed when Witch Doctor arrived on the scene, leaving a somewhat-androgynous but probably-male-appearing individual on the pavement. Their chest moved, so they weren't dead. And if Witch Doctor moved to check the teens' eyes, she would notice that their pupils were fine-- they weren't uneven or in any way unusual. What was unusual was, of course, the burble of color leaking-in to their eyes. A nervous brown was overtaking the shock of grass-green, as if someone had spilled paint into a bowl. And if she were to look close enough, she'd notice the other, steady changes, as well. "They just up and keeled-over," an onlooker insisted, "I saw the whole thing. Looked different a few minutes ago though. Like a chick."Of course, with how round and youthful Yuki's face was, they could be construed as either gender, easily. "Yeah, their hair was darker. Lots longer," another insisted, before being shooed away by the attending officers.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on May 9, 2020 16:26:15 GMT -4
The line was strange, one said a boy, another voice said they weren't even sure, but she arrived soon enough. Nimue tried to make sure that the people surrounding the child would get some more distance and she would need at least a blanket or something, it wasn't still the warmest weather and especially not if you were knocked out. She would have to see if the pulse and everything was doing fine, that's what she tried, but also started with checking if there was a reaction in the eyes. Now they did react, the colour was very peculiar and she frowned at it, though seriously people could have different colours in their iris, Giovanni was one example of that. She had leaned a little closer without noticing it to see the colour of the eyes changing, it was not like Giovanni, it was like the other colour was trying to gain dominance. She frowned and leaned back and noticed that some things were changing.
She did hear the whispers and the louder people and looked over her shoulder, "I think it's either fainting or overuse of a quirk," She was sure that some officers that she knew were just able to accept that people used their quirk, "I don't think it is something serious," She was actually quite sure it had to do with the quirk, considering what the others said, another hair colour, longer hair? The eye colour, was this kid a shapeshifter? "They-" because she had no idea if this was a boy or a girl, "Probably have no idea how the quirk uses and can't shut it off until it is too late." But that was an assumption and she took the blanket and put it over the torso and legs. She frowned a little more, trying to find a pulse, turning to get the hand as she did not like it that people could be surprised from pressing her fingers in their necks so she tried to find the pulse at the wrist of the kid. What was this? It was so fascinating and definitely not something she could have ever learned about for sure. Shapeshifters? Did that really exist? Well, why was she even wondering considering her colleague was a bee or a naga, then why not shapeshifters? She wasn't sure if she could do something more than trying to make it more comfortable for this person, it could not be nice to be overloaded and just fainting, she had no idea if that meant they would wake up rapidly or not, else she would have to make sure to move the body so that there would be no internal hurt or swallowing of the own tongue.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on May 15, 2020 0:27:40 GMT -4
who am i? and you? THE BRUSH AGAINST THE UNCONSCIOUS SHAPESHIFTER'S wrist sent a spasm through the fleshy tendrils that comprised their skin. It was like someone had sunk a knife of genetic code into their hand, urging the tendrils to shift but overwhelming them with information. It stung violently, and was enough to cause the child to flail back into consciousness.
The teen sucked air through their teeth at the stinging, cradling the hand that the blue-haired woman had been clutching only moments prior. Believing themselves to be under attack, the teen scrabbled backwards, clutching their “injured” wrist to their chest.
“Get away from me!”
The rude awakening also expedited the transformation back into their neutral form. Skin snapped back to its usual light tan, hair crept back to its short, shaggy brown, and the tendrils that’d momentarily emulated a girl’s uniform wriggled back to… erm… skin. Undergarments and skin. A frosty breeze danced over the teen’s exposed arms, sending a ripple of goosebumps. Wh… where were their clothes?! They were in nothing more than a t-shirt and boxers! They made a fearful grab at blanket that’d been draped over them, covering themselves. The subtle brown that had been dribbling into their eyes tilted towards amber and then a bright yellow-green.
Having put distance between them and the blue-haired woman (the current assumed “attacker”), the teen took the opportunity to survey their “injured” wrist. Totally unblemished. How could someone stab you in the wrist and not leave a mark?
The frightened child could still feel the painful staccato where the woman had, only moments prior, tried to check their pulse.
“W… where am I?” the teen asked of the “attacker”, “And where are my clothes?!”
Although they weren’t sure of who or where they were, the teen was fairly certain that they would’ve at least worn more seasonally-appropriate clothes. Clearly someone had taken their real outfit.
In their hasty retreat, the teen had left the pencil that had previously prompted their transformation, and their backpack, on the ground by the blue-haired woman. There were bigger fish to fry than “retrieving personal affects” at the moment, however.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on May 17, 2020 13:24:51 GMT -4
His reaction was strange and her amber eyes stared at him because she did not get what happened, suddenly he got upright and held his hand and seemed to be wide awake. She hunched a little backwards so he could get away from her. She understood he needed space from her and thus she would be careful. "Easy, easy." she said softly as he yelled at her to get away from him, "I will stay here okay but I just want to know if you are alright." She continued on the gentle tone that her voice now carried, something must have snapped him awake but she still wasn't even sure if it was quirk use or whatever, but well, he looked quite different than when she arrived, and according to the witnesses, he had looked like a girl. She turned to look at the officer who stood a little bit behind her and tilted her head to tell him silent orders with her eyes, the man did, however, get something and nodded. Police started to further push people away and the officer she had looked at came with a second blanket. Exactly. She held it in her hands now first though and looked at the boy.
"You are in Tokyo, the correct district is Toshima." She felt silent for a bit, ah his clothes, she held out the blanket and made sure that she held the far end of it so she wouldn't touch him. It seemed he had held his wrist as if it was in pain, so her touch was apparently not so healing to him as to others and therefore she would try to avoid it, "If you want another one, here you go." But she would see what he would do, "Your clothes seemed to have disappeared, you were wearing a school uniform?" She said it more like a question, fat chance it was something else but she had not seen a sign or anything when she just got here and well now it had changed.
It was the officer that pointed out that the boy or well girl or whomever this was their belongings were next to Nimue and he wanted to take it but she held up her hand, "Do you have extra clothes in your bag?" Skin contact allergy? Anything that the bacteria on his skin could not take that from theirs? She should not touch his belongings and neither should the officer, she would put her gloves on in a second. She just hoped she could do something.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on May 28, 2020 14:37:10 GMT -4
who am i? and you? THE TEEN COULD FEEL A SICKNESS simmering in their throat, their heart hammering in their chest. The woman recoiled at their outburst, raising her hands placatingly as she spoke. She meant no harm… she was just trying to see if they were okay.
“By stabbing me?!” the teen snapped, still clinging to their wrist. Sure, there was no blood—but it certainly had felt like they were being stabbed. The teen gathered the blanket around their chest, shivering as a chill skittered up their spine.
“Tokyo…” the teen echoed, rubbing their head, “In Toshima…”
Nothing rung a bell. Their form had finally slithered back into its neutral state, leaving a male-passing teenager, shirtless and disheveled, on the pavement.
“Clothes can’t just disappear, though…” the teen murmured in confusion, squinting at the pavement. Amnesia was a hell of a drug. Apparently, they had no recollection of their journey there—they accepted the other blanket, which prickled against their palms, the teen squinted contemplatively.
“Uh… I mean, if it was a school day, then… probably?” they muttered.
The woman called attention to the bag, and the teen looked towards it.
“G… good thought,” the teen replied. They wrapped the second blanket around their shoulders before rolling onto a sitting position, then getting to their feet. The world pitched around them, and the teen staggered towards the abandoned backpack. They took a clumsy seat once within range of the backpack.
While one hand clasped the blanket, the other undid the snaps of the backpack, lifting the flap. At the very top, over all of the school supplies, was a neatly-folded junior high uniform.
"How… did this get... here?"
The teen tipped their backpack for the woman to see the uniform within.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on May 31, 2020 14:17:25 GMT -4
This was definitely a mystery and she tried to make sure that her face remained in the state of a small smile and that she would look calm and content for him. That was important, everything was important within her job and she would look at him kindly. "I did not." She said it, in a light and teasing tone, "Can you show me your skin, your wrist? I will not touch, I promise." She showed him her hands and put them on her back, holding them behind her and holding herself, she was rather curiously though, was it skin contact allergy? Something with a quirk. "I only touched you to check your pulse, you know to make sure you were still breathing and alive. You are quite the mystery after all." Childlike adventure, child like fantasy, it was something she tried to play with at this point and to explain it to him. So this was their sense of wonder and the sense of not understanding came from both their sides. So she explained to him where he was, it was strange how he looked like a boy but she had seen the long hair too and the outfit before it disappeared.
"No clothes indeed don't just disappear, so the question is, what did make it disappear." She did not ask it as a question more rhetorical, if he did not have an answer and neither did she, that meant that they should not dwell on questions that can't be answered. "The clothes seemed to have disappeared and changed into your skin, do you know, strange question maybe, if you have a quirk?" She had to play this very safe and securely. Having a quirk was not a blessing to everyone. She nodded, now his question was rhetorical, "It's Tuesday." she said calmly and on tuesdays when it wasn't a national holiday, people usually went to school. She quickly checked the time and yea it wasn't that late after the school went out so that was something too.
With her gloves on she would just give him the bag, not touching him but bringing it closer to him. "Take it easy, you might have hurt yourself when you fainted." She said when he gestured to get up and so on. She gave him space, still thinking about the skin contact that should be avoided, she wondered if the gloves worked but if he still did not trust her, that was not a way to work. She shook her head, she had no idea either. "Let's talk about things you do know, alright? Do you know your name?"
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jun 16, 2020 1:30:45 GMT -4
who am i? and you? THE DARK-HAIRED TEEN WAS BUSY inspecting their arms and hands, which still seemed to have their own pulse, and looked at the woman periodically, who insisted that she had not, as the teen believed, stabbed them. Reluctantly, the teen bared their wrists, which were unblemished. If she looked closely, she could see the ropey tendrils of flesh interlocking, but these tendrils were roughly the size of string. As the woman explained what she had done, the teen merely remarked.
“Well, it hurt.”
And left it at that.
This whole “waking up with no recollection of who or where they are” had made them petulant.
What followed were questions—perfectly reasonable questions and observations. Clothes didn’t normally disappear, but theirs had—were they a quirker?
“Well, I suppose I must have a quirk, if I can make my clothes disappear,” the teen remarked. So no, they didn’t remember having a quirk, because their memory had not yet returned to them—but they approached the matter pragmatically. A quirk was the only explanation for clothes disappearing.
The teen took their uniform out and set it upon the pavement. Beneath the clothes, was a neatly-sorted collection of books and notebooks alike. The teenager pulled a composition book out from the collection, and flipped it to the front cover.
In tight, tidy script, a series of kanji characters advised the teen of their name.
“Yuki Tachibana,” the teen muttered to themselves. It sounded familiar. They repeated, a little more loudly, “I think my name’s Yuki Tachibana!”
Yuki flashed the composition book to the woman, before replacing it in their bag. Rather than replacing the clothes, too, they began to wriggle into the unbuttoned shirt, buttoning it up over their bare torso. At least that gave them a shirt and pair of boxers to cover them, rather than sitting shirtless in a crowd.
“I guess that’s kinda cheating, huh?” the teen muttered bashfully, wringing their hands. At least they had a name that was probably theirs…
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jun 18, 2020 13:57:24 GMT -4
She did not want to sassy say that, that was a problem but did not change that she didn't hurt him. She would just watch him carefully inspect his arm and she thought she saw something but it was too far from where she hunched down, but that skin, it looked so different, pale for sure but was that like scars? Was there a sort of shadow on his skin that it looked like braided together? No she was probably seeing things and she wondered what she should say about it, "Does it still hurt?" She asked carefully, tilting her head a little and looking friendly at him.
It wasn't fair for a boy like him, well that is Nimue assuming at this point that he was a boy, that he woke up like this, surrounded by strangers and not knowing much about himself. What day it was, how he got here and so on. So she tried to make it a little easier by just talking to him as if this was the most normal part of her day. If there weren't so many people, she might even lower her hood and show more of herself, but alas, that was no option as of yet. She nodded, again a bit of a rhetorical question, he wasn't sure but it did make sense to him. However, he did not seem to freak out directly about the idea, that was something as well.
Temporary memory loss, there were things like that, they were mostly only for about that moment or the week and not your entire life. "Okay, well that's good. Before we continue Tachibana-san," It was important to make them feel like they recognize themselves and to take slow steps, "Do you feel okay? Not cold or hurt?" She gave him a small smile, "Maybe it's a little cheating but at least it's working." It was good to make it something positive instead of negative, or well that's how Nimue worked so she remained where she was sitting and looked what the child was going to do next.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jul 15, 2020 19:16:26 GMT -4
who am i? and you? THE TEEN PRODDED AT THEIR PALM, testing for tenderness where the woman had grabbed them—but felt none.
“No, it doesn’t hurt anymore…” Yuki replied, letting their hands settle in their lap. The teen ran a hand through their hair, scrunching their eyes shut. The light felt slightly too bright, as if the sun was a needle stabbing directly into their cranium.
Yuki resumed digging through their backpack, his expression no less severe as the questions continued. Yuki set their binders on the sidewalk, rummaging for answers.
“My head hurts,” the teen offered, “And I don’t know much of anything, but… otherwise I’m okay, I think.”
He found nothing except a wadded, forgotten sheet of composition paper at the bottom of his backpack. The teen opened the pocket on the front of their backpack, procuring a collection a pens and pencils, a wallet, a couple of pencils in their own plastic baggies (odd), and a coiled, silver bracelet with the Japanese Medical Association’s emblem on its front. Each of these were laid prone on the sidewalk.
A few of these might snag the attention of a trained eye—why were only a few pencils relegated to their own baggies? Was that a medical alert bracelet on the ground? Each had answers.
But Yuki still hadn’t gotten all of his marbles together, so he didn’t notice those tidbits. Instead, he surveyed the wallet.
Not a whole lot of cash, a library card, a transit pass, a student ID that re-affirmed that their name was Yuki Tachibana, this time with a picture beside it.
“I got nothing,” the teen sighed.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 20, 2020 4:00:48 GMT -4
She folded her legs under her now that she was sitting on the street as well and trying to make sure that the boy was doing okay. What a strange thing to consider, having a quirk that made you look like a girl and yet you had no memory of it, and the clothes disappeared. She did not know how to approach this any further but she was at least glad to hear that the murmur around them calmed down and most people had gone away after giving a statement or after realizing there wasn't much to see anymore. "Good." No pain anymore, but pain by touch, allergic skin reaction was still in her mind but maybe it was part of the quirk, she swore she had seen something of his skin but it had been gone in the blink of an eye and the change of the shadows so she couldn't be sure. She noticed his behaviour in general but even as a doctor, she wasn't an expert in body language and she did not have sunglasses to offer him or a parasol. She would, however, ask how he was feeling.
"Do you want a drink?" Maybe a headache, overuse of a quirk he did not understand? Did he have anything more in the backpack as he seemed to go and try to find answers. Who to call for his parents? He seemed to go look further with no luck and eventually spilt on the pavement some pens, a medical bracelet that she would like to have her hands on but she wouldn't touch anything, it might hurt him, even if she wore gloves now. As well as that some of the pens were in see-through little bags, why? "You don't remember any of these items?" she started with the neutral question because if he did not know that he wouldn't know why they were bagged. "Is that your wallet?" as he had looked at it, so she wanted to make sure, this was his backpack, he really was Yuki Tachibana that the police was trying to identify to call his parents. "Is that bracelet over there, a medical one? Can you check it?" Asked Witch Doctor as that was at least a little of her expertise maybe it would give them some clues about what was going on and so on. But she did not come closer, she did not want to scare Yuki away.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Sept 1, 2020 0:50:18 GMT -4
who am i? and you? AT THE OFFER OF A DRINK, the teen’s disposition brightened. He sat a little taller, and donned a winsome, polite smile.
“Yes, please,” Yuki agreed, “A drink would be lovely.”
Even when their mind was like a bag of marbles upended and scattered, there were certain habits-- politeness towards adults, for one-- that were ingrained deeply into their psyche. And a drink did sound really nice, they were parched…
Yuki’s gaze roved over the contents they’d emptied onto the pavement, shaking their head innocently as they surveyed the strange contents.
“Don’t remember a thing,” they confirmed. Yuki ran a hand through their hair, shaking their rumpled, brown locks as if to dislodge any latent thoughts or insights. Nothing. As the woman wondered aloud about the teen’s wallet, Yuki reached for it, flipping it to its back where there was a plastic window that revealed a student-ID and bus pass. It read “Yuki Tachibana” and boasted a picture of the youth.
“It seems to be mine,” the brunette confirmed. They picked-up the bracelet, too, turning it over in their hand. It had a serial number, a brief message, and a phone number. The message read, “Quirk-induced bouts of amnesia. If found, please contact: __”
“I guess that this happens enough, they needed to write it on a bracelet,” Yuki remarked, holding it up for the woman to see, “Look.”
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Sept 13, 2020 10:44:56 GMT -4
Her expertise was keeping people healthy but it had to be the old fashioned way if she wanted to keep Tachibana-kun that way because touching him would hurt him. Which was not what she had in mind, if he felt dizzy or had a headache, she would try it with drinks first, not immediately putting up the idea of painkillers, who knows what that would do. Water could not harm anyone, she would look in her medical kit and found a water bottle and the little travel size syrup can to make lemonade. "Do you like strawberry lemonade?" If he answered with a positive answer, she would add a few drops, shake the bottle and bring it as close to him as she could without touching him. She had his trust now, no need to break it again.
If Yuki would say no, she would just offer him the water bottle and explain she had nothing else but that it could make him feel better. When she finished giving him either the lemonade or the water she would sit back on her spot and ask him. It might be very unpleasant to be kept reminding that they did not remember anything. Which was not what she wanted but she tried to fix it as best as she could. She nodded when he said it was his and she smiled a little, "Well that's at least a little bit helpful." And she tried to be calm and caring, bringing him back to the medical bracelet that he had hidden in his bag instead of wearing it. Well, teenagers might not like to wear it anyway and she peeked up a little when he held it up. Squinting and moving a little closer, oooh. So he did use his quirk! "Shall we call that number then?" She wouldn't want to scare him off but it might be best to do so, he clearly didn't know much about himself and the number was there for a reason.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Oct 29, 2020 12:19:28 GMT -4
who am i? and you? YUKI WOULD ANSWER THE WOMAN distractedly as he dug through his backpack. Strawberry lemonade?
“Yes, lemonade is fine,” the shapeshifter would insist, even if it wasn’t. If someone was giving you a drink, or a snack, without expecting anything in return, you didn’t get the luxury of being picky. It was best to accept it graciously.
The woman added some flavored syrup to some water, shook the bottle, and then surrendered it to the teen. Yuki reflexively leaned forward to grab it, barehanded but cautious not to bump the woman’s hand.
“Thank you v-“ he began to say.
As soon as his palm made contact with the bottle, the tendrils that comprised his flesh constricted and stretched, going a more alabaster pale and slimming, starting at the fingertips and cascading down the arm like a ripple effect.
Yuki made a startled, somewhat disgusted noise, and dropped the water bottle. The bottle rolled down the sidewalk, banking sideways, before coming to a rest next to his leg. For a moment, Yuki lowered the bracelet, a tense expression crossing his features. He reached into his backpack and dug uncertainly through it. If touching things that belonged to other people—or touching other people—was so unpleasant, he had to have something that… mitigated that?
Nervous fingertips brushed jersey-knit fabric, and when Yuki pulled the item out, he found a pair of fingerless gloves. Reflexively, the teen pulled them on, flexing his fingers, and then he reached for the bottle.
No reaction.
Much better.
The bottle was set in Yuki’s lap. Their attention returned to the phone number on the bracelet.
“Don’t see why not.”
They patted their pocket, found a phone. Thankfully, it didn’t have a screen-lock, so all they needed to do was swipe it to open it.
Yuki navigated his way through home screen to phone screen on reflex alone. Slowly inputting the number. And after double-checking to ensure that the number was input correctly, Yuki hit [SEND].
The phone rung once… twice… three times. The shapeshifter put it on speaker-phone. Someone picked-up.
“Hey Yuki,” an adult, female voice greeted, “Mom’s at work, still. What’s up?”
Yuki swallowed. They knew his name. Were they his mom? Or did they just know his name?
“M-mom?”
“Yeah? Yuki, is something wrong?”
“We found this number on a bracelet-“
Some rustling came through the receiver, muttered phrases unintelligible. Then the noise on the other end resolved itself.
“Are you safe? Where are you? Who’s ‘we’?” his mother demanded, “Darn it, Yuki, I’ve told you time and again that you can’t use your powers like this-“
The teen flushed, looking to the hero across from him for some kind of back-up. He didn’t know where he was or if he was safe.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Nov 2, 2020 14:40:24 GMT -4
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She thought everything was going well, the strawberry syrup was used to make the concoction with water, a sugary kick for people who were feeling tired of using too much energy because of quirk use or different. Nimue used it for herself when she needed a sugar rush but it was going to work for him also to calm him down, maybe kick some energy into him but that wasn't her goal, it was mostly how to make sure that people who fainted were doing fine, now they were already talking and there seemed to be more issues. They learned his quirk would give him temporary amnesia that was interesting though, what an issue and would he use his quirk intentionally or not. If you did it intentionally would you not leave little notes for yourself? That would make sense, but she wasn't going to push that and hoped that the officers would leave them alone for now. She would offer him the bottle, holding the end of the bottle so he could easily take the cap and not bump into the issue of their fingers. She had learned her touch hurt him, so she would be very careful to avoid it.
She watched those tendrils and swallowed while she stared, that was rude but she was interested and curious and she was brought out of her thoughts when the water bottle rolled and slouched on the ground. She followed the bottle with her eyes and turned back to look at him. She was curious, did not want to talk as he seemed to focus and she wasn't sure if she should break that focus and just tried to look at what he was trying to get and she would see it in the end. She would just wait, casually, it would work, he seemed to be okay with the bottle and they would turn back to the phone number. She nodded and would turn her legs and sit cross-legged and watched him. She thought she heard something but not entirely as she wasn't sitting too close to him. "You can say Witch Doctor is with you, that's my name." Or well alias, she would also give him the street name and district as he was probably looking for that information too. He was safe but she was sure mothers or parents, in general, would not like phonecalls like this. She thought she heard frustration shortly on the other side of the line and she gave a small smile to Yuki, it was going to be fine.
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