rekindleme | Spirit visions

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Spirit visions

Who: Kotaro and you
Where: Out near the festival and then near room 2-14 of building 2.
When: 27th, afternoon and then into the night
Summary: Kotaro gets touched by a spirit and then has a nightmare
Warnings: Sad Kotaro due to spirit affects. Also a note not to ball of light- heal him in the first prompt (since it would cause a paradox for the second prompt) but feel free to save tiny scared bitty vampire in the second!

[Near the festival] Kotaro was going to the festival again! Yesterday was so fun and now he got to have fun all over again. He skipped along humming to himself when he saw a small figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned to grin but saw that it wasn't a person just a shadow. "Huh? Who are..." The spirit reached out to touch him.

Everything was cold for a moment before he heard play shouts and saw the boy pretending to be a dinosaur! That looked fun! He grinned and ran with the other children before looking back and seeing the building explode, he was flung backwards and then it hurts. Kotaro was back on the street like before, no buildings were exploded around him.

"I'll help you!" The spirit had vanished though and Kotaro felt all sad, that had been a sad thing to see. He wondered where it had happened.

He wandered a bit further looking to see if anywhere looked the same as it had in the vision. He had lost his bounce, and was quiet as he walked. No matter where he looked he couldn't see any exploded buildings though, and he wondered if maybe he had seen something that happened a long long time ago.

[Nightime, building two] Kotaro had tried his best to cheer up, but it was hard. Even the stalls of the festival only made him smile for a short time. He just felt really tired so he decided to go to sleep early. He had been staying up really late since he got here, since there was no big brother or Mimiko to tell him to go to bed. But today he went to bed really early.

However in the middle of the night he was woken up by a really scary nightmare. Like the vision he had had but it was his brother and he got hurt, Kotaro couldn't move at all to save him. He woke up with a cry.

"Big brother? Big brother?" He padded out of his room and out of the apartment rubbing his eyes. "Big brother?" He had gotten down the corridor before he remembered that he was in this place and his brother wasn't here. He sniffed as he tried to not cry, it wasn't very hero like to cry, but he missed his brother and wanted to go home! His sniffs turned to hiccups and muffled sobs.

"Big brother..."

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There's someone over there, in the hallway, but it's not Kotaro's brother. Doesn't look a thing like him. Far too bald, you see.

He's leaning against the wall, out of breath.

Kotaro almost walked right past him, by this time he had his arm up to his face to wipe away the tears that kept coming no matter how much he told them not to.

He spotted the figure though and blinked at them, recognising them as someone who had helped him before, so he went over. They weren't his brother but they were nice at least.

He looks up from his rapt and unwell contemplation of the floor to see a vaguely familiar little boy standing there. He tries to speak but it doesn't work at all, his lips moving soundlessly before he slides to the floor. He's still conscious, though, and not having to stand any more is the smallest relief but at least he can speak, now.

"You are... weeping," he murmurs. "What is wrong?"

Looks like they both could use a nice therapeutic hug....

Kotaro blinked through his tears. "You fell..." He sat down next to the man and peered at him worriedly, though he was still crying.

"I don't know." He practically wailed, "I... I had a nightmare and everything feels sad and I just want to go home and see big brother and Mimi."

"I am unharmed."

September has no idea what to do with a weeping child--he wouldn't know even if he was feeling well. Is this a normal reaction to nightmares and loneliness? He doesn't remember any of the children he'd observed doing this very often, if at all.

A thought comes to him, though. "Did you... encounter one of the... shadows?"

"Huh?" Kotaro thought about this and then nodded, "Yes it showed me something scary and a building exploded and kid was hurt." He sniffed unhappily and leaned on the man, feeling a little better at the touch.

"They have that effect on anyone who comes in comes in contact with them." After a beat, September carefully places his hand on Kotaro's head, fingers resting in the boy's hair. It also means his arm is curled around him a little.

He's never comforted someone before. His telepathy is dulled by the withdrawal, so he hears no thoughts. He wonders... if this is one of the reasons other beings can do this so easily.

"We are seeing their memories."

It makes Kotaro feel a lot better and he snuggles into the man. "Their memories? That's really sad! Bad things happened to them!"

Strangely, September feels a little warmer, now, which is good, as he'd been freezing, earlier. Close to, he smells like wool and ink and pepper and the peculiar blue-white spark of technology, and the skyey blue-grey of a cool outdoors. His clothing is very soft and feels like it's probably expensive, but also as though he's slept in it for the past four years--perhaps he has.

He is very still, but strangely not as stiff as he would have been. He hasn't enough energy to be stiff and awkward, after all. Instead, he's relaxed and his mind is drifting sleepily from exhaustion.

"Yes. But no-one knows how to reach them to help them," he murmurs.

"Did it happen a long time ago." Kotaro asked him, the man smelled nothing like his brother but he was warmer. Kotaro snuggled down, curling up at his side.

He's very warm. His eyes slip shut and he lets his head droop forward a bit.

"I do not know," he answers softly. "I cannot see where the events are in time. And I suspect that if I attempt to find out, I will only become more ill." He shifts slightly, removing his hat and leaning back against the wall a little more comfortably. "It is unfortunate." He seems to want to say more but he's too weary for words.

"You are ill?" Kotaro sniffed at him. He looks up at him with worried blue eyes. "I don't think we should sleep here, it might not be a safe place."

September forces his eyes open again. The boy is right, of course, even though there isn't nearly as much evidence of spirits and daemons indoors, it is not something that can be ruled out entirely. He looks about, trying to sense them, but his telepathy is spotty at best right now (though better than it was).

Only then does the thought come to him that the child had been wandering the corridors alone. He looks down at him, head tilting.

"Why are you out here?" he asks, and one could swear there was a curious tone to his voice. Maybe.

Kotaro snuggled further into his side, "My room is big and scary." He sniffled again, "And you can't chase bad dreams away on your own."

Anyone else would be rendered incoherent by adorableness of this calibre. September comes... close to it. He honestly has no idea what to do and he falls silent mulling it over. He has never interacted with children on any level further than a short conversation, invariably initiated by said young person wondering what he's writing or why he's so bald. Usually the young people are steered away by their parents or older siblings at this point, with many a sympathetic glance in September's direction. Research revealed to him later that his appearance matched that of a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy.

And yet somehow it never occurred to him to purchase a wig or put on some fake eyebrows.

But I digress. Right now, he ponders how best to comfort a frightened child, mainly by attempting to remember what little he may have observed directly or read in passing. The concept of reassurance comes to mind. Cut off from his own world, the boy was seeking reassurance.

"Do you know anyone here?" he asks softly.

"I know you." The boy said softly happy enough lying half on his knee, the touch was making him feel better. He was a nice person, and Kotaro was glad to know him. "And Dia, and Cucu and Steve. They are all nice too. I know the rat lady too, she helped me, I can't remember her name though."

It takes him a moment to parse the names and he's only met one of them (he thinks,) so far. Plenty of time to find out who everyone else is, as he suspects he is going to have to do in one way or another.

It finally occurs to him that he should start with the little boy happily snuggled up to him. "I do not know your name, though," he says.

His eyes are slipping shut again and the thought idly comes to him that maybe he should find someplace more comfortable to rest. The rest of him soundly fails to pick up on that notion and instead he finds himself remaining right where he is, still and warm and quiet.

"I'm Kotaro, Mochizuki Kotaro." He murmered sleepily, "I don't know your name either, mister. My brother says that's really rude when I don't ask peoples names but sometimes I forget!" There's often a lot more going on.

They make an odd sight, man and boy huddled on the floor against a wall in a hallway, dozing and comfortable.

"I am called September," he answers softly.

He finds himself lightly resting his hand on Kotaro's head again.

"September... that's a funny name." He murmered into his side and closed his eyes. "I never met anyone called September before..."

He could tell the child all about the scientific corps that he was (is?) a member of, and their codenames and jobs and how his people really don't have names other than such code designations, but... he comes to a couple realisations. These things really aren't that important to someone so young, and he's really too tired to put together all those words in his mind and speak them. He's only ever been this weary once before, and he's still very unaccustomed to it.

Instead, he gently pats Kotaro's head. His telepathy is putting itself back where it belongs, but all he's picking up is sleepy delta waves and all he looks for is where the boy lives so he can take him back home.

A good job since Kotaro was far too tired to understand such things, they weren't far from Kotaro's room, only round the corner but Kotaro would struggle to walk the distance now that he was comfy.

This has become obvious. Well, there's nothing for it, then, is there? September shifts and picks the boy up in his arms, standing only a little unsteadily. He's never done this before, but he's seen it done enough times to know how one carries a small child. He just never expected him to be so heavy.

Still, it's smooth going from the corridor to the door of Kotaro's room. September pushes the door open and looks about for a bed to tuck his wee companion into.

Kotaro muttered sleepily into September's chest and resisted sleepily as he was put into the bed. Not wanting to let go when the contact was making him feel much better than he had felt before.

Oh, no. He's not being let go of. He carefully arranges Kotaro in his blankets and such, then locates a chair.

He stops, feeling reality fuzz around him. He almost falls out of this part of spacetime altogether, but concentrating on his location manages to keep him there for at least a little while longer. Long enough to pull up a chair and sit down by the bedside, Kotaro's small hand in his.

Hopefully the boy is asleep by the time he vanishes.

Despite his protests he fell asleep quickly in the way of small children and didn't stir at all when September disappeared.

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Spirit visions

This is where he went when he vanished from the other post. o_o

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alskj;ldghd... spine-melting cute...

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