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Queen of the Forsaken (slavetotorment) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-21 15:48:00

My aura is contaminating the area?
Who: Sylvanas and Yumi
What: Yumi senses something unusual
When: 10/20
Where: a park
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13




Sylvanas couldn't stay cooped in today. She had work at Okugata later, which she was actually looking forward to. She was also mulling over her conversation with Setsuna (and wanting to see her again, because Sylvanas simply didn't have friends).

The sun was a little too bright, and her skin a little paler than it should be, but she ignored that. Her heart still beat, and that was what mattered. She wasn't the Banshee of her dreams. She didn't want to be.

She sat against a tree, scribbling in a notebook, and watching some dogs play.

Every so often, Yumichika liked to go out and grace the world at large with the beauty that was him. Or, you know, he could simply want to get some fresh air. There was only so long that he could wait in his apartment for someone to break in or try to accost him, so that he had a legal excuse to stab them and get some of the fight out of his system.

He was clad all in black as he walked, with perfect poise. His nose was up in the air a little bit. And yes, he was wearing long sleeves because there’s an unsightly mark on his upper arm, which was enough to make him want to go find the spirits of those that he and Yachiru had killed and give them a sound bitching at. Maybe a few barbed threats too, for good measure.

His thoughts were interrupted, in the midst of his looking around to see if others were paying him enough notice. The woman he was approaching had him stop and stare at her for a long moment, because he was spiritually aware enough to know something was...off. He narrowed his eyes and then approached, not really feeling the need to be on guard. Yet, at least.

“I hope you used a high enough SPF to be sitting outside today,” Yumichika suggested, indicating the paleness of her skin. His own complexion was flawlessly pale, but was still passable as human. “The UV rays are horrid. California is wrinkle central.”

"I used some," She said, looking up from her notebook and studying the man with eyes the color of the sky. "Thank you for your concern."

Her tone was clipped, and dismissive, as if he were some annoying little yappy dog who was nipping at her heal.

"Such an ugly and unflattering attitude. You might be beautiful, otherwise," he commented, studying her with his own incredibly narrowed violet eyes. What a waste of a face and beauty really was solitary, he supposed. At least he had Rangiku to talk with, since she was pretty enough for him to be seen with.

Furthermore, Yumichika was no one's puppy to be tolerated or dismissed without his leave. Either people wanted his lovely company or not, and so he turned to go. But it was not without a parting shot over his shoulder, "You really should learn to keep yourself contained. You're like a slow toxic spill of spiritual energy on the area and everything's going to steer clear of you."

The woman closed her notebook, standing slowly and looking him over. While she folded her arms in the universal symbol of someone who was shielding themselves from the world, she asked, "What do you mean?"

For someone else who wasn't exactly human, Yumichika thought the woman would realize that. He stopped and turned, his chin tilted upward, while he took in the way she was posed. So she was a grump, he had put up with Ikkaku being a grump sometimes, so maybe he could tolerate it this time as well.

"I mean," he said, matter of factly, "that your spiritual pressure...your aura if you'd like to refer to it that way? It's contaminating the area. It's off-putting to sensitive persons. You really have no idea how to shield yourself do you?"

She looked at him like he had grown a second head and it was singing that song about not crying in Argentina. "My aura is contaminating the area? Are you one of those new age people?" Or a Mage...

Yumichika raised one of his beautiful hands, fanned out his fingers, and then gently rested the tips of them against his forehead. It was his version of an ultra elegant facepalm.

"No, I'm not one of those new age people," he said, a little slower, in the hopes that she might somehow understand. Did he look like a new age hippy? Maybe it was because he was wearing last year's Givenchy coat. Ugh. He really needed to win the lottery so he wasn't left having to recycle things from a year ago. "If you honestly don't know, then I would hate to ruin that rude awakening you'll be getting soon."

In actuality, he couldn't really ruin it. She wasn't a ghost, she wasn't a Hollow, and she wasn't another soul reaper. He knew when another Shinigami was in the immediate area. In fact, he was sure she was something but he wasn't sure what it was, quite yet. He only knew it was a human transitioning into another powerful being, entirely. No wonder she was cranky...or at least worried enough to be keeping others at arm's length or hugging herself like that.

Without being snippy and saying anything else, Yumichika raised his hand and pointed skyward first, then wagged that index finger back toward the tree she had been sitting under. There was a nest in the boughs, that wasn't occupied. Then that hand dropped at an angle, and he pointed over at a drab little bird that was expectantly sitting in a tree across the way. The way it was anxiously hopping around on the twig, was all like, 'I want back in that nest you weird woman, but you're freaking me oooooouuuuuut.'

What did auras have to do with anything? She watched him move, trying to gauge anything about him beyond how obviously self-absorbed he was. She wanted to know what he knew, and she opened her mouth to ask him what he knew, a cold fear settling in her stomach, Arthas' laugh mocking in her ear.

Banshee. The feel of her soul being ripped from her body, of an eternity of agony and torture in the space of that moment, and having her actions taken from her.

She'd regained her body, and turned to necromancy because her nature arts had been lost to her. That was the last dream she'd had.

She followed his motion with her eyes, then tilted her head. Natural arts, lost.

"It's just a bird," she feigned.

Not aura in the sense of a pretty color around someone, although individual spiritual energy did have colors, where he came from. It was more the energy, itself, that might throw off that color. That was what Yumichika was trying to convey.

He tilted his head up and off to one side a little bit, to regard her. Oddly enough, it was a very birdlike gesture. The only thing he was missing, was feathers.

"You know what they say?" He loosely folded his arms together. It wasn't over his chest, but lower, nearer to his waist, and much more relaxed. "Animals have a way of sensing what humans can't see anymore. That bird knows there's something about you, that's no longer normal...much like I can sense it, too."

She'd often felt like she was walking around in shreds of herself. This man was only confirming it and she didn't particularly like him making her feel vulnerable like this. "Can it be stopped?"

Yumichika's brows knit together as he concentrated for a moment, mulling it over, and then he shook his head.

"I don't even know what you are. You're not like anything I've ever encountered before." He wasn't even sure he could use konso to transition her soul and give it peace. If she wasn't a ghost, then maybe she was a Hollow. In which case, she might devour other spirits and get stronger. But he couldn’t put his finger on why she was still herself, since she couldn’t really skip the ghost stage. Not that he knew of, or had heard about, before. "I certainly can't do anything. There's someone I know of that might, but he's insane."

Yumichika made a face like sending anyone to Captain Kurotsuchi was a fate worse than actually dying like a Hollow would. Kurotsuchi would rip her apart and piece her back together for fun, over and over again. It was distasteful enough, that even Yumi took pity and told her in a much more surprisingly gentle tone of voice, "I don't think you would want that."

"Uh.. Thank you." She felt at a bit of a loss. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt like she was losing herself. She hadn't even had a handle on that to begin with - she'd just barely gotten to this county and gotten herself situated, after a bad situation back east.

She ran a finger over her ear, which was just slightly too pointed, if normal sized. "I dreamed I was an elf."

"Elves are beautiful creatures," was Yumichika's reply, as he watched her, carefully. She didn't look as though she was going to go on the attack, but he had to wonder if that was only a matter of time. "I wish I knew what you are now, but...I simply don't. I don't even know how to help you."

And he couldn't, because he didn't even have his sword. He couldn't even try to transition her, even if he wanted to.

"I dreamed that I was a Shinigami," Yumichika told her, figuring that it meant no harm. If worse came to worse, and they were at odds, it was good for a foe to know the name of the person who would defeat them. But since that wasn't the case now and she wasn't any sort of enemy he could identify, he was in unfamiliar territory. "That's a soul reaper. Somewhat of the grim reaper variety, I suppose. I'm like you are, and I'm not exactly human anymore. But because of the unique nature of this location, people are still able to see and hear me."

Arthas. Even a world away he still tormented her. Her eyes sharpened, into a little starts of blue light. "You changed. I'm going to, too." She just hoped it was into the woman she was before the Scourge raped her land and her soul.

"I'm not the only one," Yumichika replied, his eyes narrowing for a moment. This was no time to prove that he actually had some skill with kido, even if it was a low level binding spell. He also appeared to have a green aura for a split second, around himself, as he exerted enough of his own spiritual energy as a subtle warning. Or not so subtle, considering the air itself felt heavier, and the bird took off flying. Screw the nest. It wasn't baby season anyway.

It also wasn't like his spiritual pressure was all that oppressive. He knew there were some that were said to be so powerful that it made it hard to even breathe, could paralyze, or could knock people out. Enough exerted, it might be enough to kill a human...even if that was a hypothesis. There was also an art to keeping it contained, and only those who lacked the barest shred of training let it leak out all over the place, all of the time. That was simply wasteful.

"There are others," he told her, conversationally, "that have changed. If you're on that social network for the area, then it's easy to see the amount of people saying they've had dreams. It's not as though you are entirely alone in this." Well, he had to smile and amend. "Unless you turn into something hideous, and then that might be another story. But since you dreamed of being elven, you may end up being utterly fabulous."

Give her a bow and she'd show uncanny skill with it. "I've read. I didn't think I'd avoid it, but..." She didn't know if she'd be something hideous. The Banshee was, certainly. But the Queen... now she, she was darkly beautiful.

"I suppose I'll have to embrace my gothic side again."

He preferred swords...not that he preferred ever showing off what his could really do. If any of the rest of his squad ever showed up, he would be mortified just as much as he was there, to reveal what it was able to do. It was bad enough that he felt he couldn’t even show Yachiru. Never, ever, ever.

"The dreams are sadly unavoidable. But did you say goth? Oh, that died out in the very early nineties, when that ugly grunge trend caught on," Yumichika said with a note of authority, because it had to do with fashion and style. "Now if you try to pull off that look, people simply think you're emo or into aggrotech. Which is aggravating to listen to, so I can't recommend it. It's an assault on the ears."

"It was bigger where I grew up," she replied, opening her mouth to lick her lips. "I still like the darker lipstick." She'd lost her virginity in a cemetary, after all. "Less useful when hunting or camping, though."

"I suppose there's no accounting for taste, when it comes to being young," was his response, with a slight shrug of one shoulder. Although they were few and far between, his own fashion faux pas in high school had been enough to make him shudder when he dared to think about trying to wear certain things together, that never should have been mix and match. "It is called the formative years for a reason."

After a long moment of watching her, with an intent but unwavering gaze, Yumichika asked her, "What are you going to do if this gets worse? Do you have someone to turn to?"

"Yes. No. I'm not actually sure. It's probably rude to dump this kind of thing on a friend you've just made. My family is a ...non-issue right now." The three sisters and their bond that had been shattered. In time she was going to learn that it was the same in the dream world.

"If you don't talk about it with someone, then how do you expect to function while you're turning into something else? Or be functional, afterward."

It only made sense to him, not that he was the most profoundly helpful person sometimes. His entire world revolved around adhering to his sense of beauty and aesthetics, even in a fight. It made more sense though, to try to not let her slip through the cracks, entirely. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out one of his personal stylist cards, that had his number and e-mail on it, holding it out to her. Even while doing that, he didn't approach, as a sign he wasn't going to go encroaching into her comfort zone, and he would let her retreat afterward, as she wished.

"Take this. I admit, that I can be a bit...overly honest, at times." That's codeword for bitchy. "But I would hate for someone to go through any abrupt changes, without someone to talk to that has some decidedly relative experience."

"And if I need some hair work," she replied. She tried to keep a light tone, despite the seriousness of everything. She figured he wanted something out of it, or at least wanted to make sure she didn't turn into something horrible. "That might come in handy too."

"I know several salons that have some fantastic hair treatments," he replied with a note of pride in his voice, since he was knowledgeable about those things. Thank you for noticing. "I had my white truffle, diamond dust, and meteorite extract hair treatment this week. It is the best two hundred dollars I've ever spent."

His hair was like the shiniest and softest of satins, so it was worth it.

As for thinking he wanted something out of it? No. It was, however, to try to keep an eye on her. And because elves are fabulous looking and a rare and exotic race, so she qualifies as someone he could be seen with.

She touched her hair. "It's even more brilliant in my dreams. Like the sun shining. I wouldn't mind getting it like that." Even the white had been brilliant, but she'd prefer the sun right now.

"Here." Since she hadn't taken the card yet, he took out a pen and wrote the name of the salon on the back of it, as well as the name of the stylist. Then, so that there wouldn't be any need to hesitate any longer, he walked over, holding it out to her, between his index and middle fingertips. "It's all right. You don't even need to contact me if you don't want to. But do ask for that person and tell them I sent you. It's a fantastic treatment and, even if it didn't work? Which it does? It sounds luxurious simply mentioning it in conversation."

There was something a whole lot less bitchy about the woman and a whole lot more sad, or so Yumichika had noticed. He still didn't know what the hell she was, but it didn't mean he was entirely heartless. Especially not to an elf. Bitches, please. Beauty is everything.

She reached for the card. A part of her would be pissed at anyone feeling pity. But maybe treating herself to something a little girly would be nice. Alleria and Vereesa would laugh their asses off at her doing something girly. “I might.”

The only thing he pitied was that she might turn into a harpy for all he knew and that her hair could use a boost. Oh girl, how could you. Do not let your hair just lay there like that. Treat it like it is spun gold and it needs to shine, and that there might be paparazzi honing in on you at any given moment.

"It never hurts to pamper one's self, now and again," he said, taking a step back. Before he departed though, he thought that he should at least find out who she was. "I didn't get your name, although mine's on the card. I'm Yumichika Ayasegawa."

"Sylvanas Windrunner," She repled, pocketing the card and nodding at him. She supposed her name did sound properly elvish and she wondered why she'd never thought it odd before.

"That is a splendid name." It was worthy of praise, obviously. "It has a lovely flow to it, when spoken. Well, Sylvanas? I'll be on my way."

He nodded to her and turned so he could carry on with his stroll in the park.

She nodded at his back, letting him have the parting word but knowing that he would somehow know of her head movement. She had a lot to think about.