#zero01

Gyomei froze up; it figured someone would come upon him while he was on the ground and halfway in a bush. It could have been worse- or so he told himself with a slow, deep sigh. Thankfully he was past the point of caring about pride, though this was still an embarrassing (and rather telling) encounter.

He pulled himself out and stood up to his full height before carefully holding up a cat-not quite an adult but not a kitten either-for the other to see. It had a hoarse meow.

“If you got somethin’ to say, say it.” 

There was something off about her surroundings, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. After being chased down by some beast earlier in the week, she knew that she had to keep her wits about her. Instead of venturing out with a weakened quirk, she stuck to areas with heavy amounts of traffic. At least there she would have a better chance at defending herself. 

Staring up to the sky, she walked along the sidewalk momentarily dipping out of reality. Making direct contact with with another person, she stumbles backwards. 

“Oh whoops! Sorry for bumping into you like that!” 

@latrocinari

   “For one whose smile looks so natural, your steps are...so heavy. You bear the burden of a hundred men as though it is nothing.”

Nito was not a mean-spirited man, but admittedly, he could be rather naive. It was simply in his nature to bring up the burdens of others, even if they went through careful efforts to conceal them -- from the monk’s point of view, honesty and clarity were the first steps to resolving one’s issues, after all. Even if it meant confronting something painful.

His eyes closed, a calm smile on his face, the white-clad man raised his hands in a conversational prayer mudra, his head tilted forward invitingly.