Fantasy Harunana Bank(Open)

[FluffyFoxChan]

Airi woke up on the floor. Her bed (or should I say her mattress) was taken away the night prior for sneaking over to the Bank yesterday. Her parents hated the kids at the Bank. They believed they were putting false images inside Airi's mind, making her delusional to the 'Perfect Image' her mother wanted for her. Getting up from the slum and trash filled ground, Airi stepped into the bathroom. Immediately she grasped the sides of the sink and started hurling blood. She wasn't strong enough to use her memory manipulation without sustaining serious side effects. She realized this the day she tried removing herself from her parents memory. Of course it didn't work, and on top of that she went into a 2 week coma.


"Hey Airi! You're going to be late to school!" She could hear her mother yelling from the living room. Her mother sounded happy instead of mad like usual though. Maybe she was already drunk.


("Hm... This early in the morning? Whatever, it'll just be easier to skip school now.") "Yes mother! I'm just going to make breakfast first!" Her mother being drunk also lost sense of time, as Airi had actually woken up an hour before her regular 'Wake-Up' time. She wanted time to prepare for today's favor. Once again Airi could her mother yelling.


"Absolutely not! You get your a** to school right now!"


"Mother, it's not time yet. In fact it is pretty early to be going to school."


"What? How dare you talk back to me like that!" Her mother got up from the couch and headed over to the bathroom. She stood right next to Airi. Each of them staring into each other's eyes. Airi would have used her memory manipulation to get out of this situation but she was already weak from last time. Her mother lifted a beer bottle from her hand. Airi guarded her face with her hands and knelled down onto the floor.


"No! Please mother, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I promise!" Airi began to cry. The tears were reminiscent of her dream she had. It was a pleasant dream unlike most, which was strange to her. Her dream was about her and the Bank. She'd be talking to them throughout the whole dream. She was happy, so happy she began to cry. But the tears she spout from her eyes right now were not of joy, but of fear. "Mother please don't!" And with that her mother swung the bottle at her head. Her arms blocked the initial impact but the glass shattered and created cuts on her arms and some onto the exposed areas of her face. Her mother went for a second swing but this time Airi made a swift dodge to the left, still shaking in pain. Her mother's weak drunk arm let the bottle slip from her palms and shatter on the floor. Airi quickly got up and pushed her mother from the doorway, rushing to her room. She quickly packed her bag and headed for the front door. Free at last! Or so Airi thought... Her father grabbed her by the wrist. Airi's eyes widened with shock. She was too scared to realize what was happening. "W-Why can't I... the door is right there. But... I can't reach it... why?" Airi became weak, letting her father drag her off to the backyard. There he opened the doors to the cellar, pushed Airi in and locked it behind her. Airi just laid there. Drowned in fright and misery. She reached in her pocket to grab her phone but it wasn't there, nor was her backpack with her anymore. ("They must have took it before I fell in here...") Airi rolled onto her side. Her exposed flesh touching the cold concrete ground. She began to cry...

 

[Ensig]

Sitting on one of the seats of the buses headed towards the plaza, Nichole looked through her cellphone to pass the time, running her fingers over the buttons was soothing in a way. Unlike more advanced models with touchscreens and whatnot, Nichole preferred flip-phones; she didn't need a cell for anything other than Texting and Calling, after all. Closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall of the bus, Nichole closed the phone after a couple of moments and breathed out a sigh.


Technically speaking, she didn't need to show up at the town square. As she had said at the Bank the day before, Warding Runes were about the best she could do for the client in this case... But she was going anyways.


'Is that idiot's overprotective-worrying contagious?'





Idly thinking such a thing and letting out a small "Tch...", Nichole put her cellphone away and stood up from her seat when the bus display showed that her destination was the next stop.


Exiting the bus (which was quite crowded, given the current time) Nichole kept her bag close as she headed towards one of the cafés near the town square, one where she would be able to see the events take place while retaining a safe distance.

 

[St. Boethius]

Once Hiroshi had set himself up as a ceramic Fox in front of a store all that was left to wait and watch. Unfortunately layering two illusions like this was quite taxing mentally and required immense concentration. So Hiroshi allowed his mind to recognize his body as human allowing him to sit up and sit in a meditative posture so he could focus solely on the layered illusion and watching for this boy that was their target.


@Quarantine

 

[ZeiruliousMakavar]

Alexander sighed a bit, as he slowly walked towards the location that was on the text. He smiled softly to himself as he did, as the mechanical flies that were powered by his Technomancy abilities buzzed around him, each one landing on his shoulder, downloading the information it had gathered to his phone, before it flew off to gather more information. "If there is one thing, that rules this world." He softly mumbled to himself, chuckling as he did. "It is having information."