Where the Shadows come from...
Jul 30, 2014 19:57:23 GMT -6
Post by Chinapandaru on Jul 30, 2014 19:57:23 GMT -6
|| Yao | Location: Cafe [ -> Leaving?] | Status: Healthy ||
Yao stood in the corner of the room, his eyes often moving from the window, to the man, and to the brick to make sure it was still there. His concentration was still on the brick, or course, but every other moment he would begin to wonder what truly broke the window, and he would begin to lose his grip on the illusion. He rarely had to hold one for this long, honestly, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would just disappear. (However, part of that could also be due to the fact he was concentrating even harder than before, upon seeing the brick begin to sway.) Yes, he did hear a few people mention it, but now many people were looking at it, and well, he'd rather the brick not distort if someone was looking directly at it.
It was troublesome, really. He couldn't win either way. He would have to let go of the illusion at some point, yet his mind kept telling him that the current time was not that point. Why was it not that point yet? He didn't know. For some reason, he just refused to let go.
And when his eyes landed on the man again... "Wait!..." Yao jumped a bit, before his eyes quickly returned to the brick. Most eyes were on the other man at the moment, and to be honest this was probably the point in time he was waiting for, but at the moment Yao really wasn't thinking. He was simply listening, for anything really, and concentrating. Concentrating oh so hard. Unknown to Yao, if he did look away, the brick would still be there; in fact he had been just overthinking the whole deal with it swaying. His concentration on the brick was perfectly fine before.
"...I think he might've thrown the block"
Yao glanced to the man again, surprised to hear what he had heard. He looked back to the brick in a hurried manner, and his eyes narrowed. The illusion distorted quickly, light bending around it a way that was anything but neat. As most eyes were still on the short man, only some turning away, it clicked in his mind that this would likely be his only chance to rid of it.
Did that man break the window? Yao pondered the option, looking over to him as he redirected his focus. The fact that the other man actually hadn't stated that he had seen the block going through the window didn't come to mind. He was convinced the words were a lie, and so his suspicions grew. How he had managed to pull off a crime from where he sat was beyond him, but Yao knew (or rather, though he knew,) that he did. Or at least, he was connected in some way.
Of course, he didn't want to shout it out in front of everyone. That would be idiotic. He didn't exactly have believable proof. Unless of course, he wanted to come up with some story about having a pet brick. (Which certainly was not what he was willing to do.) As he saw the man was about to leave, he stepped out from his spot, walking with quick footsteps.
Yet, his bad luck stuck with him, as he bumped into a chair and caused a woman to spill her coffee. He winced as she gasped, and he turned his head to look at her, speaking quickly, "I'm sorry, honestly, but, well, I truly don't have time for this, I have to go and," Oh forget it, this was just talking up time. He would make it up later, if he ever managed to find the woman again in this city. Right now his priorities were elsewhere, and he began to pick up pace. Not before bumping into a few more people, of course, (his mind was a storm at the moment, so he didn't really care,) including a brunette...
Yao stood in the corner of the room, his eyes often moving from the window, to the man, and to the brick to make sure it was still there. His concentration was still on the brick, or course, but every other moment he would begin to wonder what truly broke the window, and he would begin to lose his grip on the illusion. He rarely had to hold one for this long, honestly, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would just disappear. (However, part of that could also be due to the fact he was concentrating even harder than before, upon seeing the brick begin to sway.) Yes, he did hear a few people mention it, but now many people were looking at it, and well, he'd rather the brick not distort if someone was looking directly at it.
It was troublesome, really. He couldn't win either way. He would have to let go of the illusion at some point, yet his mind kept telling him that the current time was not that point. Why was it not that point yet? He didn't know. For some reason, he just refused to let go.
And when his eyes landed on the man again... "Wait!..." Yao jumped a bit, before his eyes quickly returned to the brick. Most eyes were on the other man at the moment, and to be honest this was probably the point in time he was waiting for, but at the moment Yao really wasn't thinking. He was simply listening, for anything really, and concentrating. Concentrating oh so hard. Unknown to Yao, if he did look away, the brick would still be there; in fact he had been just overthinking the whole deal with it swaying. His concentration on the brick was perfectly fine before.
"...I think he might've thrown the block"
Yao glanced to the man again, surprised to hear what he had heard. He looked back to the brick in a hurried manner, and his eyes narrowed. The illusion distorted quickly, light bending around it a way that was anything but neat. As most eyes were still on the short man, only some turning away, it clicked in his mind that this would likely be his only chance to rid of it.
Did that man break the window? Yao pondered the option, looking over to him as he redirected his focus. The fact that the other man actually hadn't stated that he had seen the block going through the window didn't come to mind. He was convinced the words were a lie, and so his suspicions grew. How he had managed to pull off a crime from where he sat was beyond him, but Yao knew (or rather, though he knew,) that he did. Or at least, he was connected in some way.
Of course, he didn't want to shout it out in front of everyone. That would be idiotic. He didn't exactly have believable proof. Unless of course, he wanted to come up with some story about having a pet brick. (Which certainly was not what he was willing to do.) As he saw the man was about to leave, he stepped out from his spot, walking with quick footsteps.
Yet, his bad luck stuck with him, as he bumped into a chair and caused a woman to spill her coffee. He winced as she gasped, and he turned his head to look at her, speaking quickly, "I'm sorry, honestly, but, well, I truly don't have time for this, I have to go and," Oh forget it, this was just talking up time. He would make it up later, if he ever managed to find the woman again in this city. Right now his priorities were elsewhere, and he began to pick up pace. Not before bumping into a few more people, of course, (his mind was a storm at the moment, so he didn't really care,) including a brunette...