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player age: 23
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10 Jul 2018, 02:35 AM
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<p> Hospltals made Takumi feel...wrong. He did not like being in places that reminded him of the weakness of man, and reminded him of his own vulnerability. He luckily did not visit them very often, outside of the hospital wing at school (and that always felt homier and not as clinical as a place like this did). </p>

<p> The last time he'd even been to a hospital when he was much younger, and his father had sustained an injury healing that needed more then a quick medic in the arena to attend to. He had remembered skipping down the tiled floors of the hall trying to land his feet on only colored squares, while his father had been healed up. </p>

<p> He fought the urge to do that now as he paced the floor, trying to decide if he should go through in seeing Jim Hawkins in the door beyond. </p>

<p> Did the man even want to see him? Did Takumi himself want to see him? But after all the man had done for him, he felt wrong just...ignoring the man. </p>

<p> He finally steeled his courage and entered the room. </p>

<p> "Professor Hawkins, its me, its.... woah." The 'woah' was almost a whisper, totally neutral in tone, lacking any emotion , as he saw the state of the professor in front of him. It was a 'woah' of wonderment, of seeing mechanical limbs on the man, and of horror, as his mind went to how it must have felt to receive them. He let out a nervous laugh, and rubbed his arm as he did so, suddenly aware of how....soft and fragile it was. "How are you Professor?" That was a good neutral thing to ask, right? Not that he expected a positive answer, but talking would maybe keep his stomach from sinking lower and lower within him.</p>

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<p> Whenever Hinoka was back in France, she liked to treat all her siblings to their own days with her if time allotted. She knew that the three that remained in France were all very different people, and trying to hang out with all of them at once could cause conflict. Or well specifically Takumi would get upset over doing some girly thing. </p>

<p> But it was also nice to hang out with her siblings on her own. She felt bad especially with Sakura, who she felt sometimes she was the least attached to. She blamed it on the age difference between them, when Hinoka graduated Beauxbatons, Sakura began it. And their personalities were also extremely different, and Sakura was sometimes just too shy to relate to at all. </p>

<p> But that didn't mean Hinoka didn't want to treat her. And that was why she had taken her to one of the best resteraunts in Champs Elysium. </p>

<p> "Remember sis," Hinoka said as they were seated, "You can have whatever you want. Its not like the Quidditch people pay me with peanuts." She knew if she didn't say something like that Sakura might object to being treated for the day, "Also you deserve a break after another year of school...speaking of which how did that go this year? " Hinoka felt bad, she couldn't even remember the year her sister was in. </p>

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<p> Quidditch practice had felt extra exhausting today. </p>

<p> The snitch catching practice Takumi had done today, felt like it'd taken forever. Normally he could complete that in an hour, or so, but today must have been an off day. Then again in some way everyday was an off day for him. </p>

<p> He felt so tired, and knew he should return back to his dorms. Thats what the rest of the team was doing. Go get some homework done or whatever, he knew he had a lot of it....but god maybe for three seconds, he could just... </p>

<p> He found himself wandering to the Quidditch stands instead. It was a lovely day, the kind of day his parents would have told him to go outside and play in as a kid, so to not waste it. </p>

<p> He found himself laying on the first row of seats, holding his bag of gear in his arms, and taking a deep breath. Obviously laying on the rough surface wasn't ideal, but still the peace and quiet made up for it didn't it? </p>

<p> He heard a clang. </p>

<p> So much for that. </p>


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Sigyn ! wow using your real account for tagging is weird, but here you go.
13 Apr 2018, 06:18 AM
This is both an Age AU and a "Takumi's dad doesn't die in his first year" AU, and basically just a "what if" of mine and Sig's.

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<p> "Dad...Dad I REALLY don't like this!" </p>
<p> Takumi had practically just hidden behind his father, shaking as his dad pushed him forward, away from the dog that had jsut snapped at him, as Takumi had trid to pet it through the fence. </p>
<p> "Why is it barking at me, and trying to hurt me, most dogss like me!" </p>
<p> "It probably just thinks you're an intruder." </p>
<p> Takumi pouted, "Well I sure feel like one." </p>
<p> That was the main emotiont that Takumi was feeling walking down this Nottingham neighborhood. That he didn't belong at all, he looked nothing like the inhabitants he walked past occasionally, he certainly didn't dress like them, and based on the loud shouts coming from the house they were passing by, he didn't sound much like them either. </p>
<p> "Dad lets just forget about Ed...he's not even like my BEST friend, or anything, and...I want to go back to the hotel. " </p>
<p> His dad smiled at him and patted him on the head, "Taku-kun...you have to get out of your comfort zone more often. If I hadn't asked about your friend who lives in this area, you'd just be sitting in the hotel room reading." </p>
<p> That stupid comfort zone speech...Takumi always heard it anytime he was taken on a duelling competition trip like this. But usually it was something fun, not walking down the scariest street he'd ever walked down. </p>
<p> "Here we are. This is the address I found, go on and ring the doorbell, Takumi." </p>
<p> " What if its the wrong one?" </p>
<p> His dad laughed, as he pushed him forward, "I don't think there's many Nygmas around. Look I know you're shy but just go up and ask for him...and I'll be right behind you if anything happens." </p>
<p> Takumi sighed. He probably should have said to his dad at some point, that he wasn't exactly friends with that strange boy they had met on their way to the carriages...but he wasn't sure how to say that without his dad thinking he was mean... so he might as well get this over with. </p>
<p> He crossed the unkempt yard with his father slowly behind him, and rang the doorbell, his stomach twisting in knots over awaiting for the sound of a door opening. What if Ed's parents were just as weird and invasive as he was? </P>
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<p> After being “dismissed” from the interview (if you could call it that) Takumi had bolted in...any random direction in the head office halls. He had just wanted to be...away… </p>

<p> He had parked himself by the first door, after turning the corner from Mr. Nygma’s office, so that when the man exited his office, Takumi was out of his line of sight. He found his whole body shuddering, his throat tightening and his entire being was consumed by the sheer terror that had been inflicted on him only minutes earlier...though it had felt like centuries earlier, time itself felt like an illusion. </p>

<p>... had it even happened at all?</p>

<p> He heard the door open from behind him, and heard a sound of surprise, as if the occupant hadn’t been expecting a whimpering terrified boy on the verge of an anxiety attack in front of him. </p>

<p> “May I help you, young man?” </p>

<p>Takumi spun around, seeing the stranger’s blue eyes narrow, and his thick eyebrows quirk as he awaited an answer. “ He uhh...he hurt me.” </p>

<p> “Nygma?” The man asked without skipping a beat. </p>

<p> Takumi nodded. </p>

<p> “Yeah step in for a second then.” </p>

<p> Takumi swallowed as he entered the room. He felt like he was going to throw up, from the nerves from his fear, but this carpet was too damn nice to do that on. “Am I in trouble?” </p>
<p> “What? Oh no you’re fine kid. Name’s Riegel. I’m the Press Secretary for the Minister. So tell me, what did Nygma do? I need to know for tomorrow’s blood bath.” </p>

<p> Takumi’s eyes widened, “Blood bath?” </p>

<p> “Oh, its just what I call me meeting with the press.” Mr. Riegel chuckled, “Please take a seat, before your knees give out from all that shaking.” </p>

<p> Takumi gladly did so, but Mr. Riegel still stayed standing. That was perfectly fine with Takumi, the idea of looking at another man staring at him from a desk, made him want to heave into the nearest trash can. </p>

<p> “Its my fault...I got upset at him when I realized who he truly was.” </p>

<p> “A murderer? Or just an asshole.” </p>

<p> Takumi was surprised to see the man’s inferior speak that way. Not that he’d ever repeat the words, “Uhh...both. It escalated real quick...and then he…” Takumi couldn’t bear to say anything, and instead unbuttoned the first few of his dress shirt, revealing his stomach, and making Mr. Riegel bite his lip, and look at the door as if afraid another person would enter. </p>

<p> “Umm kid, what are you doing?” he asked nervously. </p>
<p> “Can’t you see it where he…” Takumi looked down, and saw his stomach was clear of any sort of marking at all. “What? Ugh he must be really good at healing magic then...he didn’t want proof. He cut me Mr. Nygma! Used a very precise Sectumsempra, I didn’t know you could do that I’m…” He found his throat tightening again, and he barely choked out, “Thats how my father died.” </p>

<p> Takumi could see the sympathy in Mr. Riegel’s eyes, but the next question he asked threw him off a bit, “How old are you? Whats your name?” </p>


<p> “I’m Takumi Sumeragi...I turn seventeen on the fourteenth.” </p>

<p> “Scheise” whatever the press secretary just breathed, was practically nonsense to Takumi, though he could parse the gist of it. “Listen Mr. Sumeragi I believe you. Mostly because that is exactly the kind of thing he’d do. But...please keep quiet about it. I know for a fact that if you take this any further, the Minister of Magic himself will bring his wrath on you.” </p>

<p> “So what you’re saying is… I might cause a political scandal.” </p>

<p> Mr. Riegel cracked a nervous smile, “Yeah I guess...you must be talented, most people don’t do that until they graduate school. But this is what I want you to do. Just go home and rest, and try not to let this bring you down too much.” </p>

<p> Takumi wanted to argue back at the man, of how that was useless how it wouldn’t help any, but now he was afraid of any retaliation from anyone, “I...will Mr. Riegel. Thank you for your hospitality.” </p>

<p> “Of course...and also...Mr. Sumeragi?” </p>

<p> Takumi had gotten up and was heading for the door when he heard his name, “Uhh yes?” </p>

<p> “I’ve heard your name before, in passing. A very old family aren’t you?” </p>

<p> “Yes sir.” </p>
<p> “...you’re better than him Mr. Sumeragi. In many ways. Don’t ever forget that.” </p>

<p> Takumi felt his stomach flutter at that, “I...thank you sir.”
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