Hammer Down

[Nakajima Kimiko]

Long ago, before the advent of the eight in line for the position of Captain Commander, the Thirteenth Division of the Gotei 13 was dedicated to the accomplishment of the most inhumane policies conjured by the Soul Society. The systemic elimination of the impure, the eradication of all that was corrupt and tarnished, and the annihilation of their means of survival. They delivered these cruel actions without hesitation, absolved of sin and punishment, and in essence, they were considered to be among the cruelest beings to have existed on this plane of existence. Some believed their divine task to be necessary, an evil required for the optimal balancing between the ones who remained in the Soul Society and the beasts who roam the Hueco Mundo wasteland. However, over the course of time, this task was revealed to be nothing more than a needless act of utter barbarism. Once this was realized, the Thirteenth Division's motives required a change, and so now, they instead have taken onto them one of the many duties which once were undertaken by the Kidō Corps: traveling operations.

From that point onward, the members of the squad became responsible for the handling and care of every device that permit travel between worlds. This includes the maintenance and occasional repair of the main Senkaimon - the Tunnel World Gate which stands at the top of a tower nearing the Senzaikyū - that is used everyday by those who travel to the Living World, the surveillance of any incoming requests for outside access to the Senkaimon, and the placement of spiritual limiters onto those accessing the gates. This latter practice was once extensively conducted by the members of the division, as it was believed that the energy within Shinigami officers could potentially ripple into the Living World to the point of causing incredible damage. Today, as the strength of Hollows and other forces alike sharply increased, this practice was effectively almost abolished, instead to only be applied to particular individuals with exceptionally-large pools of energy.

As one can potentially imagine, these tasks can be considered as rather mundane. The officers of the Thirteenth, despite being the ones who interact the most with the realms, are among the least active Shinigami of the Gotei 13. They do not go hunt down dangerous Hollows in the wilds beyond Rukongai or the Living World, they do not participate in any kind of political endeavor, and they do not attempt to search for anything beyond means to ease the traveling between worlds. Moreover, they have suffered many hardships in the past, namely a period in which many of their members were lost. Due to this, the majority of the division's forces are currently composed of rookies which have only recently graduated from the prestigious Shin'ō Academy, and so it is often seen by those assigned to the other squads of the Gotei 13 as a sort of temporary home until further notice. The respect for their duties is there, though it is unfortunately misunderstood or simply underestimated.

And yet, on one faithful day, it was a past member of the Thirteenth Division that struck fear in the hearts of many Shinigami as they ran through the many hallways of the Senzaikyū.

"SEIZE HER! DON'T LET HER RETRIEVE HER SOUL CUTTER!" A voice screamed loudly throughout the halls alongside roars and many calls. The footsteps were loud, enough so to echo throughout the halls alongside the voices. The majority of them were heavy, booming, clearly caused by the smacking of sandals against a wooden floor, though there were a few that were much quieter in nature, instead sounding more similar to the tapping of bare feet. The owner of these particular steps was a single woman. Her green spiky hair was long, enough so to almost cover her entire body like a coat, and underneath it was seen the white robes typically adorned by those imprisoned behind these great walls before their execution on Sōkyoku Hill. For much of the chase, these features were all that they could see. Under such a large, literal mane of hair, it was impossible for any of them to actually see her face or even so much as the rest of her body. Perhaps it was for the better.

It went for minutes on end. Hall after hall, these officers would cross as fast as they could, going from one end of the Senzaikyū enclave to the other all so that they could catch this woman as quickly as they possibly could. She, of course, did not make this objective easy for them to achieve. With inhuman dexterity, she dodged every oncoming officer as acrobatically as she could. She jumped over them, tripped them, and in certain cases, even employed Hakuda techniques, albeit rather crude ones which lacked mastery. Something about the way she moved felt almost unnatural. It was like watching a beast more so than a woman, an animal that could somehow move quickly and nimbly seemingly without any difficulty. Some of the officers even started openly wondering if they were even chasing a woman of the Thirteenth, and not instead someone more fit for the Second, and considering what was unfolding before them, no one could blame them for thinking this way.

As they would chase this woman, the officers would eventually attempt to corner her into a dead end, a part of the foundation which they hoped she would not escape through any further. In there, only a window would be available to her, something which should be borderline unusable for her at such a height. After all, they were many stories above the ground. "Pin her to the window! The window!" Another voice would shout as, then, the unsheathing of many blades would then resonate throughout the room. The woman would stop, seemingly hesitant enough so that the other voice would call again: "That is as far as you go, Nai! We're going to give you one last chance! Return to your cell! NOW!"

There was no answer from the woman. At least, not right away. Instead, there was only muttering. It was quiet, rapid, and for a brief moment, the officers believed that she was simply sputtering random words. However, they would soon find that her voice was starting to increase in volume behind her mane of hair. "... I seek to harness the source of all life, the upholder of the day..." could be heard almost maniacally, frantically then from high to low. In response, the officers stood there, confused, unsure of what this all meant. It was only once the woman slightly turned and allowed her right hand to breach through her hair that some of them would realize what was happening. "Condense a star in the form of a beam, and allow it to expand and consume all that stand before it. No matter how overwhelming the darkness, there will be light!" Her hand then raised a finger towards the Shinigami's direction, all the while a wide eye could be seen underneath her hair as she screamed:

"Hadō #79: Rēzā Hikari!!"

Thereafter, the hallway was filled with light and the Shinigami's pain.

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The name of the criminal is An Nai. About twenty years ago, she was considered as an upstart graduate of Shin'ō Academy that had an affinity for Kidō, though not enough so that she would have been admitted to the Kidō Corps. Nevertheless, she persisted and rapidly became a favorite amidst her assigned division. However, not even a year after her graduation, she was suddenly arrested for having attacked several of her squadmates while tending to the Senkaimon, and was never seen again by her bewildered comrades. As per the laws of the Soul Society, she was trialed and soon after sentenced to imprisonment until her execution on Sōkyoku Hill. Naturally, this did not happen, as instead, before they could so much as prepare her the day before her planned execution, she suddenly was capable of breaking the seals that prevented her from using her spiritual energy, and in so doing, she escaped. There were many who were injured during her escape, many of which currently remain within the Fourth Division barracks to rest, and there were many others who instead perished, namely the ones hit by her execution of Rēzā Hikari and those who were guarding her Zanpakutō. All in all, it was a disaster... one that the Gotei 13 have decided could be fixed by a certain officer of the Eleventh.

It was needless to say that Kimiko had not been expected such news. She had yet another bad night in which she had to deal with a rather awful nightmare, and after all that's happened with Teresa during her latest escapade, she didn't really think she would be sent on another assignment for some time, so she was taken off-guard when she was suddenly given this assignment. They of course had their reasons behind why they were actually sending her to deal with that woman. For one, they specifically wanted someone from the Eleventh Division, as the recent activities reported by it had caused a few concerns to be raised in regards to the Seventh Division's credibility, and for two, Kimiko was potentially amongst the strongest people of that division. An was able to take out several expert Shinigami, after all, and they didn't want to send too many officers after her due to that specific fact. Given this, there was no better candidate out there than the dual swordswoman.

Still, that did not mean she was going to take that very well. She was flattered by the fact that they thought of her before any other officer, but she did not believe today to be a good day for a mission. Lately, she has realized that there was something within her, and so, she wanted to deal with it alongside Shizukakane and - if all else fails - Taishokukane. This reflected well in her current attitude, to say the least. "Damn it... I wanted to train," she found herself muttering to no one in particular as she now stood on top of an electric pole above the sunny streets of Karakura Town, the place in which An's spiritual energy was last located. She gazed at the streets quietly, simply standing there as she calmly reconnoitered the area. Down below were a few cars passing by alongside skateboarders riding onto the sidewalks. If it was not for what happened last night in the Soul Society, you would think this to be a rather boring and uneventful summer day. "They keep sending me on these missions alone even though I can't even sense people that well..."

[Corvus]

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Walking at night was always preferable to walking in the sunlight, but Corvus didn't really have the choice today. He wanted to get out, he knew that for sure, but his current schedule and bookings prevented him for having any kind of choice in the matter. If he wanted to get out on the town, he'd have to do that today and right now, at a not-so optimal time. With the blistering sun out in full force this afternoon, he'd need some sort of protection. Since he wasn't really going to be using his powers today, or at least he hoped he wouldn't be, a generous lather of sunscreen would be enough to protect his skin from the sun's purifying glare. It was difficult to cover himself in a way that prevented any lotion from staining his black clothes, but he managed just fine since he had taken his time.

Give the general coverage offered by his outfit, he really only needed a little bit of sunscreen over the exposed portions of his face, head and neck, and hands. With that done, though, Corvus had a generally pleasing aroma of coconut beaches. He liked the smell, so he never bothered going fragrance free. As soon as Corvus walked out of his front door, he could feel that something was wrong. It was as if the tall buildings of downtown Karakura were looming over him to an oppressive degree. It was like his surroundings were boxing him into a panopticon towards which he was the only subject.

Needless to say, Corvus felt like he was being watched by something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Corvus paid it no mind, though, as he went for a stroll around the neighborhood. If anything, it was probably just Arcadus or one of his disciples keeping an eye on him so that he could be protect and out of trouble. Yeah, that's what that had to be. It couldn't be anything else, especially since he had really taken great care to keep himself safe from the reapers and other threats as described by the handsome Arrancar. Walking down the streets left his hairs on end.

It wasn't unusual, though, for Karakura to be under some sort of miasma. There was always something wrong here, like the town was cursed. Arcadus had lectured him about Karakura and how it was some sort of natural hotspot for these sorts of things, and it really honestly made sense given all of Corvus' experiences once he had moved here from Italy. It was like something new was happening every day he stayed here instead of moving to some rural part of Japan instead. It was honestly seeming to be quite the option, now that he could just use Arcadus' gifts to travel around when needed.

Turning the corner of a street was what solidified Corvus' desire to move far far away from Karakura. She was impossible to avoid staring at, with how she was seemingly perched upon an electricity pole just to watch the ongoing business of the people beneath her. Dressed in ominous black robes, she watched him with cold unwavering eyes. This was the source of the panoptical feeling, the same sort of feeling given by Arcadus, but almost flipped on its head. It seemed as if she was looking for something- maybe someone- in particular.

Perhaps she was looking for him? Corvus' mind went spinning as he momentarily locked eyes with her before quickly averting his gaze and turning back the way he came. Picking up his pace, Corvus did his best to power walk away from the person he assumed to be one of the Shinigami. With his speed, long flowing locks of blond trailed behind him as they were disturbed by the wind from their once immaculate presentation. It's not like they hadn't seen each other, given their momentary eye contact. What was he going to do? Corvus wasn't sure if the reaper even know he was a Vampire, but she did probably know he was somewhat spiritually aware given their eye contact. He'd just have to play dumb. That's all. Corvus attempted deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

The scarlet eyes of the dual-bladed warrior scouted the city down below as much as she could, albeit with slight frustration. So far, she has been officially out into the Living World for what could be considered to be a lengthy amount of time. When she had arrived, it was roughly around late morning, and now, it was about the middle of the afternoon. The woman could tell this due to the positioning of the sun, something which she has had to get used to during missions. For the Japanese people (especially the students who were currently on summer break) who were currently tending to their daily lives, this was great, as it meant that they still had plenty of time to enjoy the sunlight before it would eventually come to an end. However, for this hopeless Shinigami who wished she could have stayed in the Soul Society for the time being, the more she was made aware of the big ball of flame's position within the bright blue sky, the more disappointed she was starting to become in regards to her observation skills.

As unfortunate as this may appear to be for a Shinigami of her caliber, the woman's previous assessment wasn't wrong. Compared to those attributed to people who had a greater affinity for magic, her spiritual sensory was much more meager. She could not detect Souls very well, and sometimes, even Hollows are rather difficult to find for her. Considering this particular aspect of hers, it was somewhat dumbfounding that the Gotei 13 seemed so convinced she could take care of this job rapidly and efficiently without even a partner to back her up. She obviously, once again, did not mind the fact that they believed her the best fighter to take care of An Nai; in fact, she herself was a bit excited to see what that lunatic had to offer. However, surely, someone that is more experienced in hunting particular creatures or individuals would have been better suited for this. They would have been able to immediately pinpoint that woman's position, arrest her, and then bring her back to the Soul Society.

Well, at the very least, the people of the Ninth Division were gracious enough to supply her with rough estimates of An Nai's position. According to them, just like many other threats she has had to deal with in the past, the criminal had apparently escaped to Karakura Town, and her spiritual energy has been detected here and there within the city ever since. Should Kimiko refer herself to this information, this meant that the person she was looking for was very active in the area, and so it theoretically shouldn't be too difficult to find her if she focuses hard enough on the task at hand. A few hours have indeed passed, but so long as she makes sure be as effortful as possible in her endeavors, she should be back in the Soul Society by the end of the day. Alright, come on... Let's do it again, her thoughts in her head as she observed the streets below. A girl with long green hair... A girl with long green hair... If they said she's here, then she's definitely here...

It was with this thought process that she would then resume her observation down below, the last one she would complete before she would proceed to the next few streets deeper into the residential area. For now, those who currently were passing through these streets hadn't changed. There were still a few cars passing here and there, about one or two per minute, and the skateboarders were still there, seemingly having stopped to simply converse between one another. There were four of them, each of which were wearing casual outfits that mostly consisted of both a t-shirt and a pair of pants of moderately-popular brands. They spoke of popular entertainment, music, and video games, all of which were subjects that Kimiko once was very much into. For a moment as she observed them, she stopped to listen to their conversation on the electric pole, to hear their laughter and excitement. She perhaps wanted to maybe share their happiness and casualness, the emotions oh-so tied to the global peace the Living World believes it is currently experiencing. However, there was nothing. She couldn't even feel a modicum of emotional energy from them. It was enough to briefly make her forget the mission she was supposed to fulfill.

Before she had the chance to really think about the disconnection that has started to form between herself and the inhabitants of the Living World, however, something strange occurred. From the corner of the street that she was presently reconnoitering could suddenly be seen a single man. Right off the bat, Kimiko could tell that there were something odd about him. His clothes differed greatly from the skateboarders' and the rest of the civilians' that had passed by the electric pole she was standing on, appearing less casual and more so... gothic? Was that the right word? The Shinigami couldn't say at this point in time, though considering he literally appeared as a black spot onto the sunny streets, perhaps that was the appropriate way to describe him. The skateboarders too noticed this, as no sooner after the man appeared, they would turn their eyes towards him and grin mockingly. "Wow, look at him," one of them would comment quietly to keep his words reserved to their group. "What a creep."

Kimiko had honestly seen worse during her time in the Soul Society, though she couldn't blame the young men for thinking this way. She herself has not seen many Humans wearing clothing like that, and the most she has seen actually do so were mainly located in downtown Tokyo where all of the fashion shops were. Karakura Town, in comparison, was a bit secluded from that environment, so it was just odd seeing someone wearing such extravagant things here. Moreover, he seemed to be staring in particular. In fact, if she could pinpoint where he was exactly looking at, it seemed as though he was looking towards...

... her?

The Shinigami stood still on the electric pole once they made eye contact. It did not last for long, though in that brief amount of time their eyes met each other, it was very clear that he was staring at her. At first, she was surprised by the fact she could even be seen, though that eventually subsided. It wasn't the very first time she had experienced that feeling of being observed by a Human; after all, this was Karakura Town, the place in which there is the greatest amount of spiritual activity in the entire Living World, and so it is inevitable that there will be some spiritually-sensitive Humans in this place. Hell, she has even spoken to and fought against a few in the past. However, that wasn't what surprised her the most in this instance. What did was the fact that not only she could be seen by that man... he also seemed to fear her. Indeed, he had immediately turned his gaze away from her and was now starting to walk away. No, not walk away, rather almost run away.

"What the hell...?" She muttered underneath her breath as she and the skateboarders watched the man go in confusion. Something about this was wrong. Why was this man running away from her like that? She was tall, sure, but she was hardly the most intimidating Shinigami in the Gotei 13, or at least that is what she personally believed. No, there was definitely something more about this, something more than just someone being scared of some scary ghost samurai. "Hey. Hey, dark coat guy, wait!" She called towards the man as he ran away before she herself would try to catch up to him. Even though she wasn't going at her full speed, she was undoubtedly faster, though then again, perhaps that was because she was sprinting towards the man while in the air. Once she would be close enough, she would jump and let herself drop onto the street below before landing in front of the man. Unbeknownst to her, from up close and personal, she was... arguably more intimidating. It was most likely the sleeveless Shihakusho that was adding onto that aspect of hers. "You didn't need to run away like that."

[Corvus]

Being a Vampire left Corvus with many enhancement over his human brethren. Most notably, for example, were his enhanced senses and overall instinct. He could see things in the dark, hear even the quietest noises, and so it wasn't hard for him to hear the voices of the people making fun of him. Strange for skaters- practices of overall counter-culture, to be criticizing him for his method of dress. Though perhaps skateboarding had become mainstream, and less of a counter culture phenomenon it had been back in the nineties. It did really seem ironic though, for skateboarders and punks to be judging the way he dressed, not that he was even dressed badly to be honest, just not in a way typical for Karakura folk.

When they locked eyes, the Shinigami made a startled sort of expression. From the look on her face, Corvus assumed that the woman-reaper was surprised to have been seen by him. The skaters were definitely weirded out by him now, if he was running away from something they couldn't see, not like it really mattered anyway, but it still hurt just a little to know what random people thought of him and his style. While he turned to flee, however, the reaper called out to him in a particular sort of way. Her voice wasn't commandeering in a way expected of a hunter having finally found its prey. In fact, it didn't seem threatening at all, something that kind of confused him.

It seemed friendlier than Corvus had anticipated, and Corvus was normally pretty good at these sorts of emotional intuitions. He could sort of maybe tell that she hadn't recognized him for being a Vampire, instead appearing only confused that she had been seen in the first place. Crisis averted, or so it would seem, thought Corvus. With deep calming breaths, the vampire found his heart rate slowing down to a more acceptable level, one that did not leave saliva welling up in his mouth. Corvus found that in terms of the Shinigami, he was not interested in taking chances, instead only acting in a way that would avoid his apparently guaranteed execution.

Looking behind him, he noticed that the reaper was running on air towards him. This would have been an impressive feat, if not for the terrifying speed at which the woman was approaching. It was as if each step she took was on the air itself, something he was interested in learning how to do himself. He could pass through objects, sure, but that wasn't really as useful as being able to stand effortlessly on air. Maybe he wouldn't need that ability anyway, given his technique that grants flight. He'd have to weigh the pros and cons of each, alongside the general cost to his Reiatsu. Perhaps her abilitiy to walk on the air was related to how Arcadus could seemingly do the same, but he'd have to study that to be sure.

Corvus came to a screeching halt when the woman reaper landed in front of him. It was difficult to gain traction in his fancy shoes, but he managed to come to a stop before barreling into her, something that probably would have taken away any amicability to his encounter from what Arcadus had told him about the reapers. According to him, they were a quite rude and prejudiced race, one that would not hesitate to take him out due to how he was born. Definitely not the most progressive bunch. Now that Corvus had been directly addressed though, it was probably wise to actually answer her instead of pretending like he couldn't hear her.

"Oh, my apologies. I just saw somebody standing above a telephone pole watching all of us and I got a little spooked, that's all. How were you able to stand up there, anyway? If I saw anybody just balancing on a pole and watching me, trust I would have left as soon as I could. Not sure why the skaters didn't either. Didn't mean to come off rude." This was a delicate thing, for Corvus had to pretend like he had no idea what Shinigami were in order to maybe avoid some sort of suspicion. It was better to let the enemy tell him what they knew anyway, rather than just put all of his cards onto the table from the start.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

The skateboarders wore odd looks on their faces as the odder man started running away. They, simple Humans who have lived in Karakura Town since their birth, were used to seeing strange things on the regular much like the rest of the Japanese people, or at least they were used to do so in entertainment. They all watched television regularly, and in so doing, they all witnessed the sheer utter power of the modern idol culture, as well as live-action drama, paranormal shows, super sentai, and animation. Of course, this naturally allowed them to accept certain trends such as their own... and yet, they couldn't quite accept this one. These clothes were too dark, too moody, and they were being worn by a foreigner. The culture shock was such that they all just stood there in response to his sudden dash towards the opposite end of the street. "Was he scared of us or something?" The earlier skater asked to the others who simply shrugged, with another rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know, man. Gaijin are weird."

Oh, but he was scared of someone. Not them per say, but rather the swordswoman that dashed right above them in the air. Perhaps if they would have been as spiritually-sensitive as that man seemed to be, they would have reacted in a similar fashion. Either way, the aforementioned swordswoman wasn't too glad to hear about what she had just heard from them, enough so that she was cringing disappointingly as she left the electric pole. Even today, it seemed as though her country was still very much against the idea of accepting foreigners. She herself never cared about the fact they were people from outside of Japan back when she was a Human, and to say that this lack of care has long since further decreased ever since she became a Shinigami was an understatement. If anything, their treatment of this man reminded her of how her father kept pushing that matter onto her whenever she interacted with American food or beverages. It was all really just pointless patriotism or fear of strangers.

Nevertheless, she couldn't quite deny that the man was strange if one looked beyond the fact that he was a foreigner. Once she was able to get close enough to him, she could tell that there was something about him wasn't quite normal. His clothes were of an absolute pitch-black, something that did not fit well with the rest of his surroundings to the point that he stood out rather intensely, and the body that they covered seemed to be either sick or not in a good physical condition, as noted by how pale his skin tone seemed to be. This became more apparent when she saw his face and noticed the makeup around his eyes. It was clear that he had put an ample amount of eyeliner or concealer to hide heavy bags which hanged from underneath his gaze. Man... This guy literally looks like a vampire, her thoughts pointed out as she analyzed the man with a bit of a frown as she ran. Maybe it's a skin condition and he's just really tired? Either that, or this guy must really like Brightstalkers.

The scarlet-eyed warrior would eventually reach the man's position by landing in front of him, which caused him to quite literally slide towards her position. Blinking, she would awkwardly take a few steps back just to make sure he would not literally barge right into her. Given how awkward this whole thing has been so far, that would have only been a mess, and she did not have the time to deal with that. Still, from such a close distance, the man somehow looked even stranger to Kimiko. To her, his face looked less sickly now, and more so just downright... exotic? That probably was not the right word, but she really did not know how else to describe him. She has seen a few patients herself who had awful medical conditions due to her father's profession, so she knew how someone who required aid looked like. This man didn't look like he needed aid at all; in fact, he looked rather well if one ignored his skin tone and eyeliner. That, and he oddly smelled like coconut. Huh. Those ignorant punks would have probably had even more of a hard time accepting him if they stood near him.

"Uh...  Are you o-" She was about to ask to the man to make sure that she wasn't making any assumptions about his medical condition, though before she could do so, she was then bombarded by a rapid deluge of words that prevented her from talking at this point in time. She was taken aback at first, as though comically pushed back by the avalanche, though soon, she was staring at him in slight disbelief. Much of the tsunami was composed of justifications for running away from her in the way he did. Apparently, he hadn't done so out of rudeness, but rather because he had become very afraid of what he had seen. To put it as bluntly as possible, he had been, well, frankly shaken by the sight of someone standing on an electric pole and staring right back at him as though she was watching him. He was also surprised by the skateboarders not seeing her, something which he visibly found to be strange and unsettling.

In normal circumstances, Kimiko would have not really questioned his shock. She had never been spiritually-sensitive prior to her death, so she could understand how terrifying it must be to see a Shinigami standing like that above the streets. The problem she had with that statement was that the man was far from normal. For one, he was spiritually-sensitive. There have been cases of people being able to see ghosts that have somehow never seen Shinigami before, but they were very rare. For two, he appeared to be a resident of Karakura Town, the current Jūreichi. Although Hollow hunting is not always being conducted in these parts of the Living World, there is obviously a huge amount that is constantly being completed here, and so he should have at least seen Shinigami in action. Of course, the Soul Society have means to erase memories, but some people are bound to be forgotten or ignored. Finally, for three... well, look at him! Not only did he look like a modern, younger rendition of Count Dracula, but he was also suspiciously courteous.

She didn't want to be impolite with him by making assumptions. Oh, she really didn't. However, she almost couldn't help it. For now, she kept those assumptions in her head, but the more she kept staring at him, the more this man reminded her of something she has read about long ago during her time at the Academy. It was something about vampires supposedly being real. What was their name again? Bind? Bound? Well, whatever they are, this man reminded Kimiko of them. Again though, she was not going to make assumptions. Instead, she would simply answer the man appropriately. "Alright, that's fair enough... I didn't really mean to scare you," she would reply to him as calmly as she could in an attempt to appease the man in some way or another. After she did so, she let out a sigh and tensed down before looking over her shoulder. From where they stood, the skateboarders were gone. Good. The less amount of people here the better. The last thing this guy needs is rumors floating around about him talking to nothing. "I'm gonna assume you can see ghosts, so I'll make this quick... Have you seen anyone with huge green hair lately? As in, huge enough to completely cover her body? She's the same as me."

[Kitai Yoru]

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