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By some strange coincidence, Mai found herself roaming the streets of Karakura town at night. While she walked among the passerby, she kept her hands within her dark grey parka, pencil gently kept on her right ear. She was wearing her red ribbon on her hair, tied around so that it was kept neat as it hung behind her with the ribbon tied in a bow. The trim of her black dress hung under her jacket, wrapped around her hips while the rest of her legs were dressed in blue jeans and a pair of black converse. She almost seemed to walk seamlessly through the incoming crowd, her mind blank and her eyes fixated to the ground, however, she could not pin point what this mood was truly about.
Her eyes finally moved, as she began to look up, the night sky was clear and all the stars were as brilliant as ever. Her right hand moved up to her ear, ever so slowly as she stopped at the middle of the block. Her finger teased the pencil over her ear, even as she watched the stars, the world around her seemed to be oblivious of her. This was the fate of the writer, to be alone, even when there were hundreds of people around her, she was still alone. A part of her wanted to scream out, wanted to cry out, wanted to change what she was... yet... she already knew that any kind of change would just be fleeting.
With everything that has been happening, she could not help but suddenly feel like the entire world was completely faded out of existence.
Mai... get yourself together... how long has it been? Days? Weeks?
Taking hold her pencil, she just wanted to write away everything. She continued her walk till she finally found herself a place to sit around a marble fountain in front of a shopping center. Most of the shops here have already been closed, but some of the lights were still on which gave Mai enough light to begin writing in her notebook.
` Naturally insight, the night was enshrouded with the light of the sky. Whilst the stars bringing abundance, Yami grace upon her path holding unto her inner reiatsu, masking her appearance in the darkness of the night. She found her practice with her ability a particular focus for comprehension towards what lead her a flame on her journey. Streetlights flickered as she passed by, gratifying her natural insight. The obscurity in the nightlights gifted her attention in suspension of what was overhead, shifting her eyes towards a high tide. Her mind seeked to wonder where all the stars trailed when she was in the city. Above, she could see twinks and speckles, yet in the grove that she was interested in, she could abbreviate the glimmers and glints. All was fascinating to her, however the stars could not blind her from her spirit in soul enlightened; glistening that commenced.
` Prosperously, she altered her reiatsu to meld within her. The strange of the utilization of her natural sources made such investments leak, and she'd hope to be able to find a way to refine the reiatsu inside her to peak a stream of free flowing resource. In line, her steps partook in feeting towards her destination. Before, while she was in on of the parks of kurakura town studying, she felt a source of being, one that she had not seen before whenever she scanned the area for other spiritual beings. What was fascinating was the elegance in the color of the flame and inner light to be shown, neon pink, although there was a darkness within. Yami's thoughts were moist with anticipation although she proclaimed not to be to unjust with her intuitional guidance, instead, she'd be guided to the flame, from whence it came.
` As she neared the source, her reiatsu began to tune itself with the outer layers of her body, lessening from an outburst of indigo and lilac, towards the streams of cobalt then black, the blackenss layering thin across her skin. Her mind within, she lessened such abrasion of force from her body, simmering the darkened reiatsu within, which caused the streetlights that she'd frequently passed, up the blocks, to stop their constant flickering. The light became steady behind her and in front of her, snatching the sight of the stars in the sky from her sight. "Noch blight, such must be in this city. Such was not an intrusion to wonder until, I wondered. What would life be like outside of such a city and unto where the fulfillment of the stars to be?" Yami continued walked, eyeing another as she approached the block and hopped upon the concrete, jumping over the gutter that she'd eye away. Looking beyond, the lights were dim, and under such dimness, she'd find a girl, writing idly. Yami closed her eyes seeing the glittering neon flame that swept within her awareness long ago then opened her eyes to have them flare brightly. As she walked by, she'd sway into the darkness, where the lights had gone dim. She snapped her fingers, bringing forth her tome that shown black as the pitch that enveloped it outwards. She held it within her hands, as she passed by noticing the girl and speaking.
"What had brought you out here as late as it is? I'd reckon that most should be sleeping around this shine."
The words came almost effortlessly. Her mind was a beacon of inspiration based upon the sights she witnessed, the hardships she endured and most recently, the nearly impossible trial she faced. The madness of it all attempting to pitch her into the abyss that she had already experienced. The tall figure in eclipsed shades baring against her as the end of the steel barrel had a deadlock aim on her, while the scope of a second fired first. Her work in progress; at least... she wanted to believe that the story was still incomplete. The truth could have been the complete opposite. Still, she continued as the graphite dragged across the parchment with no relenting intent. The tale capturing the moment when she had died for a few moments; the heat of the shell still lodged in her head, the sensation of a breathless moment and the fear of the cold had taken over her.
Her hand stopped moving; the inquiry of the interlopers curious of a writer in the middle of the night particularly suspicious. Mai's keen olfactory kicking in with the scent of fresh bread; this was no fullbringer, and it definitely was not a signature encased in a shell... this was definitely human. The energy signature that accompanied the aroma would have led her to believe she was detecting the presence of another "gifted" being such as herself, however, her nose had yet to fail her in distinguishing the differences among the various types of people she had been encountering.
They say that the sleep deprived are shrouded in despair, though I wonder if that saying holds any truth or not. I could see a ceiling of stars, blanketed across the December night sky, their glow and evidence of their past presents me with no comfort seeing as though many have used the stars to predict future events, they are only witnessing light that may have faded thousands, even millions of years ago. Enough of my rambling, what despair has been keeping you awake at night?
Mai finally drew her attention away from her notebook, taking a first glimpse of the female character who had made her first appearance in this story. A black haired maiden, matured from the high school variety, and definitely around the same age group as herself.
` Yami spoke in accordance, her mind somehow shinned:
"The stars are indeed illuminant, though with all the street lights, I find searching the galaxy for an answer fleeting now. Indeed, the void above shine forth, although the disparity in the truth does not exist, and in this moment, the dim lights that keep our minds from seeing and sensing such knowing has brought forth my will to stay awake. I am sure that my depravity for sleep is not irregular, seeing that there is another out so late, like you."
She looked over the girl in front of her, taking notice to her appearance; the golden shade of her hair, her cyan blue eyes, similar to Yami's own, their height, bust, and weight, almost being the same. After going over the assembly of her wear, she went unto the note book that she was writing within. The pencil and book being as plain as she could think, and yet nothing was recorded, with the blankness of a sheet. Yumi comprehended such mindset, her envelopment with attempting to get her mind out from the inner portions of herself and through such contemplation there should have been less frustration. The emanation of her aspiration of no inspiration. Such melded over within the depravity of her speech, although such could have been because of what was in the area. Such darkened spirit of her outer portions of the town was not uncommon and required to be atoned, introspection. Yumi, lifted her left hand, shifting the side of which she carried her white, crystal invested tome, that of which shown solid black, to those that lacked the focus to see, ti the right side of which her arm could carry, letting her left hand hang loose. Her nails painted black, yet her intention clear.
With a response like that, Mai had to grin, slowly moving back down to her page. Mai could not stop being focused on the signature of this woman, but Mai could not discern what she wanted from this conversation. With a small movement of her hand over the sheet, all she wrote was two words. From over head, the woman might be able to see the words, "fountain eruption." What would be odd would be the next thing would be that once Mai stood up, the fountain sprouted as if pressure had been building up, sky rocketing into heights not even possible with the low flow fountain. Mai closed her notebook, just as she finished writing yet another word, "Umbrella." And out of the ether, her umbrella would take appearance, opened up, with the black threads over head.
You know... if you wanted to ask me out on a date, just ask.
She spoke out, with a light chuckle. At this point, Mai was fairly certain that the woman who had been speaking with was gifted as Mai was. There was no need to hide, but the definite water works would be a definite distraction while she made her umbrella appear. Her notebook was an endless supply of possibilities, it wasn't like she needed to hide the fact of what she was at this point, it was painfully obvious that this person was being pulled by her own signature, while Mai was sensing the signature to the woman as well.
Name's Mai; writer, artist, storyteller, game expert.
The moment could not have been perfectly scripted, water began to pour down over them. Mai had a ...thing... for the dramatics.
{Technique used}Name: The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Class: Fullbring Release Tier: III Type: Offensive/Defensive Range: 5 Meters Description: This ability is usable only outside her Storybook dimension, words written, or items drawn manifest themselves for her use. These manifestations can only act in conventional methods, meaning that Mai isn't able to draw a zanpakuto and expect to release a shikai/bankai. Weapons and such have the durability and duration of this technique's tier level. Size of the manifestation accords to Mai's discretion.
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