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WHO: Aoshi / born_gloomy and Xena / atoningforsin || OPEN
WHERE: A random street.
WHEN: 5 July, evening
WARNINGS: Um. Vomit?
SUMMARY: Aoshi discovers his powers and their weakness all at once.
FORMAT: Any
Moving quietly down the street in a part of the City he was still unfamiliar with, Aoshi stayed in the shadows. Even as a child he hadn't had so much to learn and the layout of his new home was one of his more pressing concerns.
There are always people out in this place, no matter the hour. Moving around here is harder than it had ever been in in his Japan. A passerby has him slipping further into the shadows and it's like sinking into water, something fluid and light wrapping around him and through him and he can no longer distinguish himself from the darkness.
He doesn't move within the shadows anymore but with them.
He assumes this is the power Saitou and Misao had spoken of but before he has time to experiment there are lights coming closer. The shadows recede.
He has seconds to notice the burning sensation of being torn from something he'd physically merged with and then he feels green and sees the sound of a car driving away. He thinks he might be on his knees and he is certain he is vomiting, heaving until there is a new burning sensation in his throat.
His legs give out, then his arms.
In the stillness he realizes the painful noise level is nearly non-existent. He can barely feel concrete against skin. He can't smell the vomit centimeters from his face.
He can think. He thinks he needs to get up but his body won't move and he can't make it. A lifetime as a ninja and he can't make his body obey.
He wants very badly to let his eyes close. It's all he can do to keep them open, to remain aware.
WHERE: A random street.
WHEN: 5 July, evening
WARNINGS: Um. Vomit?
SUMMARY: Aoshi discovers his powers and their weakness all at once.
FORMAT: Any
Moving quietly down the street in a part of the City he was still unfamiliar with, Aoshi stayed in the shadows. Even as a child he hadn't had so much to learn and the layout of his new home was one of his more pressing concerns.
There are always people out in this place, no matter the hour. Moving around here is harder than it had ever been in in his Japan. A passerby has him slipping further into the shadows and it's like sinking into water, something fluid and light wrapping around him and through him and he can no longer distinguish himself from the darkness.
He doesn't move within the shadows anymore but with them.
He assumes this is the power Saitou and Misao had spoken of but before he has time to experiment there are lights coming closer. The shadows recede.
He has seconds to notice the burning sensation of being torn from something he'd physically merged with and then he feels green and sees the sound of a car driving away. He thinks he might be on his knees and he is certain he is vomiting, heaving until there is a new burning sensation in his throat.
His legs give out, then his arms.
In the stillness he realizes the painful noise level is nearly non-existent. He can barely feel concrete against skin. He can't smell the vomit centimeters from his face.
He can think. He thinks he needs to get up but his body won't move and he can't make it. A lifetime as a ninja and he can't make his body obey.
He wants very badly to let his eyes close. It's all he can do to keep them open, to remain aware.