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May. 19th, 2010 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"They don't look happy to see you." Atobe stated sotto voce as he watched the Rikkai psychic's scurry. No, watched was the wrong verb because the dark skinned psychic and his red haired< companion had not moved from the post they had were watching Atobe and Mizuki from. Indeed, except for the movement of their mouths and the occasional movement of their hands there hadn't been much movement at all from the two. Atobe, however, could sense the interplay going on between the two psychics and their home base.
Since his 'resurrection' Atobe had found himself highly attuned to the psychic connections and conversations of others, even more so than he had been before, perhaps it was a result of having been dead, or a side-effect of the healing chamber he had woken up in, or maybe it was because of the deep psychic stillness that encompassed St. Rudolph's basilica.
Although again, Atobe's word choice was wrong. Stillness was wrong. The basilica hummed with the psychic reverberation of St. Rudolph's aria.
But not with the constant day to day psychic chatter that Atobe could remember from Hyotei. In order to get time for his thoughts Atobe had needed to go to the deepest darkest sections of the building and close himself off. That was where Oshitari had brought his corpse, having a facsimile burned, and that was where Mizuki had sent his operatives to rescue Atobe's cryo-frozen body.
It was really amazing what a team of highly skilled healers and a team of motivated techno-psychics could do.
"They don't like you much either." Mizuki said with a sniff before he turned to give his watch dogs instructions. It was entertaining the way Mizuki's sycophants reacted to Atobe's presence. Some viewed Atobe's resurrection as a sign he was blessed by St. Rudolph. Some knew the truth behind Atobe's miraculous healing, and that camp was divided into those who saw him as a threat and those who believed he wouldn't dare attack St. Rudolph now. Then there were those of Mizuki's merry band who disliked Atobe with a fierce and burning passion, like little Fuji Yuuta.
In the months Atobe had been stuck healing on Mizuki's little space ship he had found himself facing the psychic ire of Fuji Yuuta more than once. The little brat had never liked Atobe, Atobe's people had their own 'aria' and Atobe was too powerful for Yuuta to force love of St. Rudolph down his mental throat. Yuuta didn't seem to like it when he came upon people who were more powerful than he was.
In the months that Atobe had been stuck dealing with him he had wondered, now and again, about giving Fuji Syuusuke a little hint about where his wayward brother was. He had decided against it because it wasn't the time for Atobe to be making his grand reentrance into psychic society and also because he wasn't sure what would happen if Fuji Yuuta and Fuji Syuusuke were to face off. The way Fuji's little brother was reacting it would be a fight to the death, since he wasn't going to give up St. Rudolph and Atobe knew for a fact that Fuji Syuusuke would probably die before joining a cult.
And then there was the bothersome fact that Fuji never went anywhere alone.
Atobe suppressed the urge to stretch now that they were out of St. Rudolph's scout ship. He never did something so undignified as stretch in public, no matter how happy he was to be out in the open. Rikkai's moonbase almost had the feel of a real planet to it, it certainly had the feel of a terraformed planet to it. Atobe was happy just to finally get off a spaceship and plant his feet on solid ground. He had never liked space travel. When forced to travel between the planets owned and operated by Atobe Corp he had always done so drunk or asleep, it was why Jirou was his favorite travelling companion.
Atobe closed his eyes and caught the faintest whiff of cotton candy on the breeze, then opened his eyes and smiled his best charismatic smile. The Rikkai psychics were coming forward and in the distance Atobe could sense the darkening cloud of the three demon's ire. It would be fun facing Yukimura head on again, he hadn't done that in a while, and he had always enjoyed matching wits with Sanada. Sanada generally lost while matches with Yukimura generally ended with a cease fire. It was too dangerous for two of the universes most powerful psychics to go head to head over something trivial.
Although Yukimura could be incredibly childish sometimes.
Since his 'resurrection' Atobe had found himself highly attuned to the psychic connections and conversations of others, even more so than he had been before, perhaps it was a result of having been dead, or a side-effect of the healing chamber he had woken up in, or maybe it was because of the deep psychic stillness that encompassed St. Rudolph's basilica.
Although again, Atobe's word choice was wrong. Stillness was wrong. The basilica hummed with the psychic reverberation of St. Rudolph's aria.
But not with the constant day to day psychic chatter that Atobe could remember from Hyotei. In order to get time for his thoughts Atobe had needed to go to the deepest darkest sections of the building and close himself off. That was where Oshitari had brought his corpse, having a facsimile burned, and that was where Mizuki had sent his operatives to rescue Atobe's cryo-frozen body.
It was really amazing what a team of highly skilled healers and a team of motivated techno-psychics could do.
"They don't like you much either." Mizuki said with a sniff before he turned to give his watch dogs instructions. It was entertaining the way Mizuki's sycophants reacted to Atobe's presence. Some viewed Atobe's resurrection as a sign he was blessed by St. Rudolph. Some knew the truth behind Atobe's miraculous healing, and that camp was divided into those who saw him as a threat and those who believed he wouldn't dare attack St. Rudolph now. Then there were those of Mizuki's merry band who disliked Atobe with a fierce and burning passion, like little Fuji Yuuta.
In the months Atobe had been stuck healing on Mizuki's little space ship he had found himself facing the psychic ire of Fuji Yuuta more than once. The little brat had never liked Atobe, Atobe's people had their own 'aria' and Atobe was too powerful for Yuuta to force love of St. Rudolph down his mental throat. Yuuta didn't seem to like it when he came upon people who were more powerful than he was.
In the months that Atobe had been stuck dealing with him he had wondered, now and again, about giving Fuji Syuusuke a little hint about where his wayward brother was. He had decided against it because it wasn't the time for Atobe to be making his grand reentrance into psychic society and also because he wasn't sure what would happen if Fuji Yuuta and Fuji Syuusuke were to face off. The way Fuji's little brother was reacting it would be a fight to the death, since he wasn't going to give up St. Rudolph and Atobe knew for a fact that Fuji Syuusuke would probably die before joining a cult.
And then there was the bothersome fact that Fuji never went anywhere alone.
Atobe suppressed the urge to stretch now that they were out of St. Rudolph's scout ship. He never did something so undignified as stretch in public, no matter how happy he was to be out in the open. Rikkai's moonbase almost had the feel of a real planet to it, it certainly had the feel of a terraformed planet to it. Atobe was happy just to finally get off a spaceship and plant his feet on solid ground. He had never liked space travel. When forced to travel between the planets owned and operated by Atobe Corp he had always done so drunk or asleep, it was why Jirou was his favorite travelling companion.
Atobe closed his eyes and caught the faintest whiff of cotton candy on the breeze, then opened his eyes and smiled his best charismatic smile. The Rikkai psychics were coming forward and in the distance Atobe could sense the darkening cloud of the three demon's ire. It would be fun facing Yukimura head on again, he hadn't done that in a while, and he had always enjoyed matching wits with Sanada. Sanada generally lost while matches with Yukimura generally ended with a cease fire. It was too dangerous for two of the universes most powerful psychics to go head to head over something trivial.
Although Yukimura could be incredibly childish sometimes.
