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[Z]

"Your northern soul,
so filthy and so corrupt."

"Not all who wander are lost..." The rogue spoke to herself as she wandered the streets of Karakura, lost. She's always found the pronouns her old woman used to spout dumb and unrealistic, citing situations like the one she was currently in as evidence. Most proverbs, she found, were disingenuous in nature and often threw out common sense to make a point. Like, taking the one she muttered for example, while not technically wrong it was in bad faith to say that most who wander aren't lost. It was like a lie of omission, in a sense.

But anyways, proverbs aren't what got her in this situation. Really, the only person she could blame would be herself. For being too careless--or for not caring enough--the life that Ziyou was basically keeping together with duck tape and sheer willpower was now tossed out of the window. What replaced it, was a rusted sword she used to kill her brother. Oh, that and empty pockets in a town she barely knew. Wandering the streets, it was surprising to her that most people just ignored her. Normally, in Shukai, if someone had a weapon on them the entire district knew. Whether or not they cared was entirely different, but eyes would still be on them regardless. Here? Nobody really batted an eye at her, as if they couldn't see her. It's like she was invisible--a ghost to these people.

This gave her an idea, however. Ideas tend to end poorly for her but this one might actually prove itself to be useful. Slowly and methodically, Ziyou made her way through the sea of bodies with relative ease. The fact that most people just went through her contributed to this fact but Z wasn't really paying attention to take note of this. This was because her eyes were dead set on finding the nearest elevated ground, which happened to be the edge of a fountain nearby. Briskly making her way over, once she did the woman stood atop of it and yelled.

"Hey! I need help over here! Help!" Despite being as prideful as she was, Z didn't mind looking for aid when she was out of her depth, which she clearly was at the moment.

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[Elias Underfisher]

Elias had been walking down the street with his nose buried in a book. 'The Book of Five Rings'. It was a text he'd read before, but never in Japanese. This was a practical exercise he'd made use of in the past - after all he would describe his Japanese as fluent at this point, but the broadening of his ability to articulate as a native speaker might require deeper immersion into to the language. In a new and unfamiliar land that he would be spending quite a bit of time in, this was a priority for him. He glanced upwards from his book at the sound of a woman's voice as he navigated through the crowd. He hadn't been following her per say, but the fact that he'd felt a spiritual energy in the vicinity of the mall he was headed to was of some interest to him. He doubted that he'd made anyone's radar yet, so it could only be described as a coincidence.

He directed his eyes back down to his book and kept walking, as if he didn't see her at all. He pondered the request with a fair head. She seemed to him disoriented in some way, his gut feeling told him that the expression on her face was one of loss and confusion. Never one to let a crisis go uninvestigated, Elias provided himself with the convenient excuse that his current goal was to interview spiritual beings in the area anyways. Never mind that it was likely that she had nothing of value in information that she could offer him, but perhaps she might be an asset in the future.

With his mind made up, Elias walked into a book store a short way into the mall. He stepped behind a shelf out of view as he tucked his novel into his back pocket, rolling the edge for the fit. Raising the hood of his lime green sweatshirt, he donned his sunglasses. With a flash of light they became a golden mask, a skull-like affair that hid his features. With another flash of light, he disappeared from the book store entirely. Pages fluttered in his wake as black motes drifted in the air of where he'd just been.

If she was able to, Z would sense his appearance at the same time that he appeared with a flash of light on the fountain beside her - a sudden, strong presence of spiritual energy that he could not suppress with his mask formed. "I can help." Elias spoke, his voice even and neutral, "But I won't talk here. Not all of us are ghosts," He said as he extended a hand out to her in offering. True to his word, already there was some amount of confusion forming at his sudden appearance on the fountain. Elias couldn't wait long for her decision - he was already making a scene.

[Z]

"Your northern soul,
so filthy and so corrupt."

At first, there was a look of disgust and judgment on her face. Of all the people she would meet first, this was the guy? In the back of her head she was expecting something normal, like a person to walk up to her, but instead there was an entity of light that occupied the space next to her. It was so sudden that it almost caused her to jump, almost. Being a woman of some composure she was able to stifle a yelp and respond to the stranger. Or at least make an attempt to.

"I..." She muttered a single word, taking a moment to even recognize that she spoke. "Help me how?" This was more of a question spawned from curiosity rather than a place of rudeness, however any reasonable person would beg to differ. Slowly, the look of disgust left the spirit's face and was replaced with one of interest. It's not everyday she gets to meet someone in attire like the person who sat next to her, so perhaps pursuing their offer would lead to an interesting end.

"Though I guess I should state, the wasn't a no. I'm just...wary, to say the least. Maybe even... a little bit scared." A lie, Ziyou would never view herself in low enough light to think herself scared, because then she would be weak. Yeah, it was a little daunting getting thrown into a new world like this, and she was most definitely lost, but to go as far to say she was scared? It was nothing more than a ploy to appeal to emotions. While having no intention of manipulating this person, seeing where her words could get her could be fun.

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