Okumura Yukio (
contrition) wrote2014-03-17 11:09 am
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north of the river, all the streets are the same
Tackling the city of Darrow would be one thing if Yukio had his team around. If there were multiple Exorcists with varying meisters working together as a team. He's used to keeping a sharp eye out for threats in the distance and putting them down in short order, used to assessing the source of a demon's strength and throwing it at its weakness. He's used to patching up people's injuries on the run, building them up enough to keep fighting.
But within a certain range, Yukio is all but helpless.
Asking Rin for help isn't always an option. Rin, whose goal should be caring for himself rather than adding yet another weight to the responsibilities he carries on his shoulders. But there are precious few that Yukio trusts in the city — Dean shouldn't be the one that he constantly turns to in times of need, and Clementine's his student. Alex is still something of an enigma.
Which means that Yukio is left wondering if he can train himself to proficiency in the other disciplines. Every evening, he spends a couple of hours trying to memorize verses from the Bible. He's taken to training with a bokken for mid-range combat. Straightforward and manageable.
Summoning, on the other hand.
The surrounding area is wet from a recent rain, the scent of earth heavy in the air. The Naiads stand tall around Yukio in a circle with their arms raised towards the air. Between them, a large sphere of water spins, but as the seconds pass, its momentum slows. Water starts to drip down from the ball, rushing over the toes of Yukio's shoes, until the Naiads turn towards him simultaneously.
One by one, they flip back into the puddles speckled around the forest, until Yukio's left only with the sound of rain and his uneven breath.
"Damn it."
But within a certain range, Yukio is all but helpless.
Asking Rin for help isn't always an option. Rin, whose goal should be caring for himself rather than adding yet another weight to the responsibilities he carries on his shoulders. But there are precious few that Yukio trusts in the city — Dean shouldn't be the one that he constantly turns to in times of need, and Clementine's his student. Alex is still something of an enigma.
Which means that Yukio is left wondering if he can train himself to proficiency in the other disciplines. Every evening, he spends a couple of hours trying to memorize verses from the Bible. He's taken to training with a bokken for mid-range combat. Straightforward and manageable.
Summoning, on the other hand.
The surrounding area is wet from a recent rain, the scent of earth heavy in the air. The Naiads stand tall around Yukio in a circle with their arms raised towards the air. Between them, a large sphere of water spins, but as the seconds pass, its momentum slows. Water starts to drip down from the ball, rushing over the toes of Yukio's shoes, until the Naiads turn towards him simultaneously.
One by one, they flip back into the puddles speckled around the forest, until Yukio's left only with the sound of rain and his uneven breath.
"Damn it."
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It's yet another reminder of how much work he still has ahead of him in the city.
Still, he knows his manners as he enters the cabin, brushing his shoes clean on the doormat and watching closely for Remus' actions. Since the other man doesn't take off his shoes, Yukio follows suit, lightly stepping into the house and subtly glancing around. It's remarkably ordinary, all things considered. Nothing that marks it as being a wizard's residence, save for a few decorations and a tank to the side, home to a creature Yukio's never before encountered.
"I find it interesting that the city doesn't seem to have accounted in any meaningful way for those of magical backgrounds in its limits. No provisions in its laws. Few considerations when looking for employment. And a lack of a strong network between such individuals. I was hoping to bridge that, myself, perhaps with a school of instruction. It would be unfortunate not to foster those skills," says Yukio, breezing right past the mention of his own abilities. "But you're right. Coaxing comfort out of people, those with paranormal abilities or not, might be a great hurdle to cross."