Mamoru Nakamura [Ichigo Kurosaki] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2013-06-26 03:37 pm
15minuteslate) wrote in savetheearth2013-06-26 03:37 pm
if at first you don't succeed
Who: Mamoru Nakamura and anyone who finds him
What: He's trying to practice with his air-walking powers somewhere no one can find him, so of course he's going to get found.
Where: Several secluded places around LCU, the outskirts of the Dead District, the warehouse-o'-parkour Riku mentioned. Basically, as soon as someone finds him in one place, he's going to move to another.
When: June 24 and 25, early afternoon and late at night.
Mamoru stood on top of a picnic table. He glared down at the ground, which seemed unreasonably far off for it just being a goddamn table. He takes a deep breath, steps out into empty air --
-- and hits the ground with a thud, kicking up a small cloud of dry dirt.
Oh well, at least he landed on his feet, he thought, climbing back up again.
No luck the second time, either. Mamoru scratched the back of his neck. What am I doing wrong?
He stood atop the picnic table like the most self-conscious king-of-the-mountain ever and huffed out a breath, hands on his hips.
Okay. Gotta focus. Gotta think back -- what did I do, when I fell out the window? How was it different from every other time I've fallen out of something?
I saw a snake monster, for one thing. But that's not gonna help me here. Uhh...
He shut his eyes.
I was in real danger of falling. It was a knee-jerk thing, a reflex.
God, I hope no one sees me doing this. I must look like a real idiot, jumping off of a freaking picnic table.
Okay, okay, so maybe if I jump off and don't try to catch myself...? he wondered. God, I hope that triggers it, or I'm going to feel REALLY dumb.
Mamoru opened his eyes. The ground seemed even further away, so he shut them again, tight.
Don't catch yourself. You're falling for real.
He stepped out.
What: He's trying to practice with his air-walking powers somewhere no one can find him, so of course he's going to get found.
Where: Several secluded places around LCU, the outskirts of the Dead District, the warehouse-o'-parkour Riku mentioned. Basically, as soon as someone finds him in one place, he's going to move to another.
When: June 24 and 25, early afternoon and late at night.
Mamoru stood on top of a picnic table. He glared down at the ground, which seemed unreasonably far off for it just being a goddamn table. He takes a deep breath, steps out into empty air --
-- and hits the ground with a thud, kicking up a small cloud of dry dirt.
Oh well, at least he landed on his feet, he thought, climbing back up again.
No luck the second time, either. Mamoru scratched the back of his neck. What am I doing wrong?
He stood atop the picnic table like the most self-conscious king-of-the-mountain ever and huffed out a breath, hands on his hips.
Okay. Gotta focus. Gotta think back -- what did I do, when I fell out the window? How was it different from every other time I've fallen out of something?
I saw a snake monster, for one thing. But that's not gonna help me here. Uhh...
He shut his eyes.
I was in real danger of falling. It was a knee-jerk thing, a reflex.
God, I hope no one sees me doing this. I must look like a real idiot, jumping off of a freaking picnic table.
Okay, okay, so maybe if I jump off and don't try to catch myself...? he wondered. God, I hope that triggers it, or I'm going to feel REALLY dumb.
Mamoru opened his eyes. The ground seemed even further away, so he shut them again, tight.
Don't catch yourself. You're falling for real.
He stepped out.
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And then it hit.
Her next words died out on her lips as that feeling of emptiness came over her and she fell silent, staring forward as information began to blossom in her mind.
Steel. Burning steel pushes metal away from you in a direct line. It's important to remember that when you're Pushing on something, it pushes back and if it happens to weigh more you'll be the one to move...
It only lasted a second before she snapped back to reality, shaking her head. There were no memories this time, just knowledge right there in her head as if she had possessed it all along. Confused, she looked down at her hand, trying to process how she could just know something.
Steel. Allomancy.
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Nope, he didn't realize that he'd just seen her experience an Echo.
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"I know all about the numbers club," she said finally, channeling all the annoyance she felt into it, "and I know exactly why you're not going to say anything about what I was doing here."
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Welp, all the cards were on the table now. Time to sort out once and for all who had dirt on whom. He put his hands on his hips, scowling.
"So, I know you were stealing again, and you know I can do -- that thing. We've both got something we could take to the police that would get the other in trouble. Except, oh wait, you can't go to the police either because you're in the numbers club and you're a thief."
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And who the hell was he to throw around accusations? Fine, it was true, but what did he know?
"No, I can't but I don't care that you can do 'that thing.'" She said slowly, just to make sure it sunk in since apparently subtlety wasn't working. "I'm saying that if you turn me in, I can easily take you down with me. Get it?"
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"You're crazy," he said, incredulous. Not that he didn't know that already, but jeez.
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"I'm not crazy." She said, her tone icy, her fingers tightening on her arms. "But I probably have a lot less to lose than you do. So, where do you want this to go from here?"
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"If I was gonna call the cops on you, I'd have done it already," he said finally, feeling a dull sort of anger. "But if you try using this as blackmail, I'll do it, I swear."
That was what he'd been worried about all along: that she'd try to take advantage of this.
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Vanessa just stared for a long moment, the look of a person who just realized that their time had been wasted.
"Wait, that's what this was all about? You thought I was going to blackmail you?" She paused, shaking her head a little in disbelief. "You work at a Starbucks."
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"Because it's easy money, I don't need them." She rubbed her forehead, between dealing with this guy and that Echo she was starting to get a headache. "Are we done?"
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What an asshole.
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What a moron.