name Tarium age 24 gender Male job Legally unemployed
Background
Tarium was born powerful.
Not through wealth or standing; this power was raw and untamed magic. Tarium knows very little of how he originally arrived at the academy where he spent most of his youth-- just that he had been brought there as an infant, not yet even able to speak. As he continued to grow, his natural ability became even more evident. With some study he could even consider himself on par with the monstrous student body that made up the majority of the mysterious institution's population. Intelligent beasts seeking an education, whilst snacking on their lessers. Such an unforgiving environment shaped Tarium into a man of questionable morality, and provided a twisted sense of empathy. Thankfully, he was in good company.
The occultist stares at him, stone-faced. Tendrils of smoke hover around her head. Like medusa.
“Both?” Aiko finally breaks the silence. She’s squinting her eyes, trying to see if he’s kidding. Grumpy. Like a taunted cat. There's something she wants but it's held *just* out of reach.
The air gets cold so quickly. Something’s trying to reach her. To tap into her.
“--well how far *did* you get?” She’s doesn’t really understand why, but magic is costly. You take what you didn’t earn and you pay for it. Going in this blind? Sh*t, should’ve done her homework too.
“That’s the last one.” Aiko lights the wick and tosses the spent match behind her.
She’s staring down at the ritual candles – the dim light gives just enough to make out her features.
The smoke of aromatics transcends the boundaries between earth and the realm beyond. The white cylinder between her lips dips into mystic candle’s flame. She breathes in. Thick, warm smoke sucked down. Immediately filling head, body, and soul with inspiration.
It's like the tell-tale scent of rain before thunder, she could smell the crackle of magic in the air. Like the blue sparks smell of ozone at a funfair.
If their story followed the plotline of a murder-mystery, incorporated with supernatural elements, and her character hosted a looser moral compass... then Tarium should be worried.
Except, it doesn't.
Fujiwara sets the knife aside.
"You can just ask questions, Tarium-san, like any other—"Friend. She pauses, gawking at him. He wasn't a stranger, but he wasn't a friend. He was a little more than an acquaintance. "... person," she finishes, looking at the photo album. Then at his hand. He'd laid claim to it like it was his own property.
It was only a photo album though. She feels more embarrassed than anything.
Fujiwara jumps, startled, and turns. Tarium's unlocked a new outfit change for her: she's clad in a kitchen apron, a brightly pink with a smiling fox face (a gift from her Obaa-san). She's got a kitchen knife too.
She blinks.
"... Eh?"
Her eyes fall on him, then to the photo album. Realization hits like a suckerpunch.
Tarium's in the right place to find the skeletons in her closet. (Literally.)
The first item he'd see is a neatly folded high school uniform. The emblem and her student ID affliates with Shimizudani High School based in Osaka. Underneath them, there's a photo album, a few notebooks, and a smaller box.
WHICH WOULD HE CHOOSE FIRST? » Photo album » Notebooks » Small box
First, thank you for taking the time to read my profile. ♥ I've accepted the fact that I've slapped all that information on there just to realize less than 50% of people will actually read it. huuuuuuuu. Second, yes. I'd love to create a story with you! One of the bulletins you wrote actually gave me an idea! Maybe they've been texting for a while but never met. Maybe they were a fan of the same blog? ( hint hint. )
And they planned a meet-up! Maybe if you wanted to incorporate a bit of supernatural, he wanted to show her his 'magic' because he feels like he can trust her? This is just an idea, so please feel free to let me know what you think or if you had anything else in mind!
Also, the semester hasn't ended for me yet, so forgive me if I take a day or more to respond. ;-;
Her bedroom is... ordinary. There's a full-sized bed, a closet filled with clothes and storage boxes, a desk with a lamp, a book shelf, and a window offering a sight of TMPD Headquarters in the near distance. Like the rest of her apartment, it's clean.
Tarium's lucky. For whatever reason, Fujiwara's occupied enough to not go looking for him yet.
