#copytechnique

There would normally be quite a bit of invisible pressure when being near the fellow sorcerer, but in this place, Megumi could feel the change in the air, the suppression of their abilities. The thought alone spiked his anxiety, but there didn't seem to be any immediate threats he uncovered yet.

So his approach is casual, hands tucked into his pockets while meeting the gaze of his upper classmate.

His confirmation is given with a thumbs up towards his friend, delighted to see Yuuta was not only safe but nearby as well. A bit of tension released along the shorter's muscles, giving a sigh before lowering the zipper on his jacket.

"Yuuta."

"Hello there! You're Mr. Okkotsu, aren't you?" though in the midst of tidying up the club's equipment, Himmel paused for a moment to greet the boy; placing the foil's back into their proper spots. He offered the other his free hand to shake, if he so pleased. "Good to see you! I'd hoped you might stop by-- that application you submitted was quite impressive! Are you still interested in joining our fencing club, or perhaps your other activities are taking up too much of your time..?"

White walls will always haunt her memories. At least this time, though, she can run.

Run is what Namine attempts, dodging lasers with her meager dark corridor ability - only passing her from room to hallway or hallway to room - as she tries to find a way out.

Which is how she stumbles on a young man, almost running full on into him. Namine falls back and lands squarely on her butt.

Not this again...

It was far too early in the evening for his overtime to kick in, and he didn't have access to his technique. He didn't want to risk a black flash, considering he didn't know if the curse had gotten stronger. He certainly had between the first and second times he'd faced the patchwork curse.

In the end, it didn't seem to matter. He'd lured the curse through the back ends of the Ward, trying to stay out of public as much as possible. Even if people could see him this time, there was no telling the havoc the curse would be willing to spread just to amuse himself.

It didn't go well.

Slumped against the side of a building, hand pressed over his weaker hip to stop it from locking up, he glared at the ground. He couldn't even ask Gojo to send Ichiji to get him out of there. Damn it all.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end, and he gritted his teeth as foul cursed energy made him go rigid. Another curse. He really didn't want to experience death a second time.

He rounded quickly, expecting another Special Grade.

Well. He wasn't wrong.

even in situations like this, there was no longing for her clairvoyance. being without it was both....freeing and empty.

" Capable of burning incense and nothing more." there's a pause as she contemplates, a past memory earning a short laugh. " And quite the handy weapon in a pinch! But I don't think it'll help us in our task today."

her expression falls as she looks to the claw machine before them. " Don't suppose you think I can get away with simply smashing the glass open, do you?"

The students had a knack for running him off any time he had attempted to meet with Gojo at the other's home. Unfortunately for him, they all lived down the hall.

It also didn't help that he had a healthy fear of the teen who had, essentially, ended his life. Even if Gojo was the one to finish him off there in the alley he had snuck off to die in. He would have died from the injuries he had sustained from fighting Okkotsu eventually.

Geto had spoken with Gojo about what to do to approach the young sorcerer again. His thought process was that getting on better terms with each of the students was paramount to continuing to repair his relationship with Satoru. As of right now, the teens were making it pretty difficult.

With the advice in tow, he approached.