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The day of the Tokyo bombing was just a day to him, he finished his work early, left for his place, took a bath and ate a little then headed off to his friend's place for a TTRPG session, it all went so normally but he couldn't help but see something or rather someone always hidden in the side of his gaze, hidden but not too hidden, a man draped in green robes, whenever he turned to look at him, he was no longer there, it unnerved him slightly but the rest of the day gave him no reason to be too paranoid, after the session ended he went home and lied in his bed, gazing into the ceiling just listening to a podcast he was not aware of Tokyo at all, the podcast turned to static noise as he fell asleep, he had an odd vision but despite how he wanted to feel....he felt right. Especially after he woke up, when that first explosion of Anima triggered in him, he was delighted, he smiled, he laughed, this was magic, and even though he spent a week or so trying to stop himself from destroying his apartment he was excited at the prospect, to do magic. To help protect the world. He was somewhat idealistic, must have been the effect of all this heavy immersion in fantasy. There was a knock on the door....Everything can change. | The day of the Tokyo bombing was just a day to him, he finished his work early, left for his place, took a bath and ate a little then headed off to his friend's place for a TTRPG session, it all went so normally but he couldn't help but see something or rather someone always hidden in the side of his gaze, hidden but not too hidden, a man draped in green robes, whenever he turned to look at him, he was no longer there, it unnerved him slightly but the rest of the day gave him no reason to be too paranoid, after the session ended he went home and lied in his bed, gazing into the ceiling just listening to a podcast he was not aware of Tokyo at all, the podcast turned to static noise as he fell asleep, he had an odd vision but despite how he wanted to feel....he felt right. Especially after he woke up, when that first explosion of Anima triggered in him, he was delighted, he smiled, he laughed, this was magic, and even though he spent a week or so trying to stop himself from destroying his apartment he was excited at the prospect, to do magic. To help protect the world. He was somewhat idealistic, must have been the effect of all this heavy immersion in fantasy. There was a knock on the door....Everything can change. | ||