Learning Parabola (Quest, Medium, NDE, R)

[MrDoctorDo]

Quest Name: Learning Parabola

Who can participate?: Aevus and Kisala Shihoin, for Mission One. Additional spots may open for later Missions.

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes): However long it needs...

Quest Setting (NDE/DE): Emergent Jureichi, located in the outskirts of Sendai, Japan. NDE

Quest Synopsis: A team of researchers from the SRDI have planned an experiment to be conducted in the Human World. This team is travelling to a northern region of Honshu, the major island of the nation of Japan. The nearby city of Sendai is showing signs of growing, spiritual activity. It is possible that Sendai is developing into a Jureichi(Important Spiritual Ground) that might rival Karakura in the future. The research team is interested in closely monitoring the situation. To do this, they plan to establish advance survey equipment in the Human World itself. Setting up this equipment is the issue. It will take time. The fear is their activity could draw unwanted attention; due to the concentration of Spiritual Energy their presence will create. As a result, two seated officers of the Special Operations Squad have been sent as a detail. It is their responsibility to assure the safety of the researchers, and if possible, the completion of their work. The Quest Line will begin following the first post by the DM.

Maximum Number of Participants: 2-4

The quest will also include 8 NPCs. The researchers conducting the experiment.
- Jiro, male, appears late 20’s, Communications
- Daiki, male, appears late 30’s, Team Leader
- Chiyo, female, appears early 20’s, Rigger
- Mika, male, appears early 20’s, Analyst
- Masaru, male, appears late 20’s, Rigger
- Osamu, male, appears early 30’s, Rigger
- Isa, female, appears late 20’s, Analyst
- Akemi, female, appears early 30’s, Lead Analyst

Overall Goal: The safe return of the SRDI group to the Seireitei.

Number of missions involved: 3-4

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:

Establish a base camp for the researchers. Maintain a watch through the team’s work. (Easy)

Collect the surviving members of the group, and call the Seireitei for backup. (Medium)

Objective not yet revealed.

"Nothing bad ever happens to people with a plan..."

[MrDoctorDo]

It was quite a humid day. The sun was up, piercing through a cover of fleeting clouds. The world was cast in a dim lighting. Everything tinged with just a dab of blue. It really added to the “wet” feeling of the air. Miles outside of the the human metropolis known as Sendai, a mountain top lay soaked from heavy rain. A typhoon had just passed through the region. It left a heavy handed signature across the landscape. The storm had done a number on the nearby forests. Pushing over some trees and scattering all kinds of leafy debris. Even the animals had been uprooted. Fleeing from the area days before to escape the now disrupted storm. Without their presence, there was not one single soul available to sense the spectacle. A bright flash of light that faded in an instant, only to reveal a very out-of-place Senkaimon.

A small, circular gate formed from nothing more than shoji, paper doors. With a soft clack, the doorway parted and light spilt fourth. From this new luminance came the many figures of men and women dressed in black and white. Shinigami. Adorned in their customary black shihakusho. Most everyone garbed in a special addition. White coats which all but hid the darker, standard uniform below. Ten of them in total would emerge from the gateway. The first being a shorter man. Thick black hair and beard. Thin glasses which seemed strapped to his face rather than resting on his slanted nose. With only a few steps out of the portal, this individual found his sandals feeling quite damp. Oh the grimace that covered his face when he realized the situation. ”Alright everyone, Squad 3 got the prediction wrong. Everything is soaked.”

This man was Daiki. The leader of a little expedition being held by the Shinigami Research and Development Institute. Like most members of the institute...he wasn’t too fond of field work. ”Spread out the equipment. If we bunch it up, the soggy ground might give. Damn it…” Angrily, Daiki grabbed for his denreishinki. The spirit phone that Shinigami patrols are almost always issued. Dailing at the menu on it impatiently. Clearly, eager to make a call. ”Damn it, third.” From behind him the rest of the figures began to split. Among them were four women and five more men. Seven of them dressed in those same SRDI robes. Of those seven, five of them were carrying heavy containers. These containers were all rectangular in shape. Each was supported by two long beams that stretched from the superior edges.

They were kagos. Wheeless carriages that required two individuals to carry. One in the front, and one in the back. A sixth individual, not sporting a SRDI robe, could be seen assisting with the final bit of cargo. ”Alright then, let’s get these spread out. Chiyo. Osamu. Move that crate back some more.” A voice that carried itself with the slightest shrill began directing the group’s efforts. At the front of them was a tall woman, with a tightly curled bun. A a small smile on her face as she gave her instructio-”Careful Osamu!” Akemi. Head analyst for the excursion. The specialist whose research this entire endeavor is fueled by. Seemingly unphased by the poor quality of the climate. She was quick to help the other members. Between here and Daiki, there was a dichotomy of goals and methods. On one hand the stern Daiki wanted to see this project a success. On the other, the more gentle Akemi wanted to enjoy seeing what might happen.

The group set to laying out the test site as they had practiced in the Seireitei. There were, of course, a few changes. Where they had practiced outside of the Rukongai...wasn’t this damp. The air was dry and the sky had been clear. Here the soggy soil made moving around with the gear a bit more troublesome. The cloud coverage was actually a blessing. It meant they didn’t have to rush putting up a tent for their displays. They could begin connection testing them right way! What was bad was the temperature. The worst of all was that damn, humid air. Screens became cloudy. Everyone was sweating. the humidity was going to share that terribleness with the day’s scheduled work. Or so was Daiki’s fears. Such was why he was calling Squad 3. Talking rather caustically to whomever was on the other end of the line. ”We only had the one request! I just can’t believe you guys couldn’t detect a typhoon. A pause, ”Oh yes. Yes I am aware the system is broken up. I can see that just fine for myself.”

That conversation was...proving fruitless. Well, except for the entertainment it provided Masaru and Jiro. Two younger blokes who already had their cargo. set down, and opened up. ”Masa. Does he expect them to change the weather?” spoke Jiro. A flashy looking soul with dyed, red hair shaved low. Only on the sides. ”No. That sounds like something they would ask us. “Hey...uuuh, Squad 12. Could you like...uh...do something about the sun?” Masaru retorted, voice turning into a cruel mockery. Himself a more neatly groomed individual. Brown hair combed carefully to the side. ”Yeah, do you guys have a...like maybe...an outside air conditioner?” Copying Masa’s speech pattern, the both of them broke out in light chuckles. Each shutting up as Akemi marched past them. Deadly silent as she stepped right beside them, peeking over to check and see if all their equipment had made it here undamaged.

Across the way the last pair was setting down their crate. One of the members wore a SRDI robe. A quiet girl, with a very short bob cut. Her name was Isa, and she hardly made a sound. Talking or otherwise. She was quick to set down her crate as soon as they reached their goal, and rush to thank the fellow Shinigami who assisted her. Doing so with a mute bow, and quick exit. This thought to be a courtesy, considering the other’s station. For it wasn’t some low-level SRDI grunt who helped out, but an actual Vice Captain. Kisala Shihoin, second in command of Squad 2. It had been the gracious offer of this VC to help out...once it was revealed that Isa’s original partner was a scrawny, one-armed, asthmatic.

”Again, thank you ever so much for you help.”, said Akemi approaching the officer. ”We when we wrote up the pairings, we only had names on a list. We didn’t know tha-” Akemi stopped, lips closing as she turned her gaze to the side. Past her and Kisala walked the rather lopsided eighth member of the SRDI team. A strange, young man. Beady eyes and bucktoothed smile. Face painted with a thick layer of blue foundation, making him practically blue skinned. As soon as he passed, staring blankly off into space. Lost in thought it seemed. Paying no mind to them in the least. ”A-again. Just names on a list. Thank you ever so much.” With her own bow, she excused herself from the officer’s side. Quickly returning to oversee the setup of their camp.

A few minutes passed before Kisala was approached again. This time, by Daiki. With a bit of red in his face, it was clear his conversation had not gone over well. Stepping up, he pocketed his phone and gave his own little bow. ”Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Looking over his shoulder briefly, to check the status of the other team members. To make sure they were working as was expected of them...not playing or slacking off. ”We are all really grateful for your presence.” Taking this moment to bow once more, Daiki showed due respect to the second member of the protection detail. The Shinigami only known as Aevus…”When we requested an escort, we never thought they would actually humor our plea for officers. You have no idea how comforting it is to have you both here. It really sets my worries to rest.” Up came a voice, sounding rather chirpy with enthusiasm. ”Yep! There isn’t anything out here that could scare an officer.”

Daiki glanced over his shoulder, revealing a young woman carrying some supports on her shoulder. ”Command down right spoiled us.” Sporting bright blonde hair, done up in a ponytail...and a far too happy grin, was Chiyo. A cheery girl who was working hard to get the broadcast tower upright. A bold soul all too willing to interrupt Daiki’s words, and steal the officer’s attention. ”Yes, very fortunate…”, not quite sure how to scold his underling with two superiors looming so close. ”Anyways. Getting set up. As you can see, I have the crew working on our project first.”, as Akemi walked by giving instructions behind him. ”You two can go ahead and set up your tents wherever you like. I’m...I’m sure you have your own plans about how to take care of things on your end.”

With the way he spoke, it was clear Daiki wasn’t used to speaking with officers in such context. ”Those packs we gave you have everything you’ll need. New designs straight from SRDI to Squad 3.” A bit of grumble in his voice at the thought of that group. ”Tents. Sleeping bags. We will break for dinner later this evening, but you should have some rations in there too. If you don’t want to wait….uh…” Yet another awkward hesitation. ”So...let me know if you need anything.” With another bow, he went off to do his own work. Leaving Kisala and Aevus to examine their surroundings. Finding themselves near the top of gentle, sloping mountain. In particular, their camp was made in a grassy opening that stretched between the forest that crawled up the mountain’s base...and rocky slopes that appeared much less pleasant to climb.

The camp itself was nothing more than a gathering of rising tents. Six in total. Spread out equally around the center of the flattened area that they marked as the camp center. under each of these tents were either cargo crates or work stations. Areas for them to set up the few consoles they brought, and the spread out the parts to their project. From just a glance, and the description given at the briefing, what they were setting out to contruct was a tower of sorts. In many ways, it would rival the design of cellular towers that the Human World already possessed. Not a coincidence. So, the officers could watch as the group of six grunts split into two teams. Chiyo, Jiro, Masaru, and Omasu. They worked quickly to arrange the larger pieces of materials, and prepared the foundation of the tower. On the other team was Isa, Akemi, and the make-up kid. They worked to check wires and other, more delicate pieces of tech. Then there was Daiki...anyways. Around them they had a view of almost every direction from the north, to the east and south. The west was the mountain slopes at their backs. Other than the humidity, it was a lovely place to be...on a lovely morning.

Quest Notes:

+10 QP awared to Kisala, for lending assistance to the team.

(OoC: Do note the gain and loss of Quest Points that occurs. It is quite important for later events. Do not think the QP is a contest to be won. Both participants are out to beat the challenge, and the points help them both regardless of who has them. Hope for every point you can! As of right now, the SRDI crew has arranged a circular camp. Six tents being put up around the edges of a flattened area. At the center, the tower. I already placed the participants in the area as they sensibly would have been. Sorry if I ruined a dramatic entrance. D= If everything checks out and you're both OK with this beginning, then please make your introduction posts. From there...the first night begins.)

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

The night fell from the land, the light from the sun seemed to singe everything in its absolute luminant embrace. Painting the world in its translucent light, distantly trailing forth against the greenery in the world. Lights from the stars, distant suns scattered across the very sky would die off one by one fading from sight as the reign of the sun rose. Foreign sapphire blues fell over a backdrop of lit up skies. A man peered over a ledge sheltering his blues to the encampment below.

The man knew very little reasons he was looking over these people but it was nice to be out again, even if he had to deal with the humidity. Fastening the strap that sheltered his artifical Zanpakuto he would let loose a yawn his lazy blues dropping to the ground beneath him. Overlooking these people was one thing, interacting and communicating with them was another. The Shinigami bowing to him was a nice sort, full of praise and bravo but he wasn’t quite used to such humble behavior.

He also didn’t know how to act on it, so he would just remain still feigning that half hearted smile of his. Squad twelve and their crazy experiments baffled the man to no end. Science was a foreign thing to the pale faced reaper and he would never get used to it. For it was but alien to the man in this mad world. His eyes would trail off the beaten path, to the canopy surrounding the murky encampment. What matter of beasts paraded through such a place and how many lost their live and their homes?

Settling himself the man would begin to to scan the horizon, his sapphiric gaze sheltering the very form of a Mockingbird. It seemed to swoon as it dove into the ravaged copse beneath its feathered being. A forlorn silver lined gaze sheltered itself within him as his eyes followed the mimicking avian. Freedom was a desire of the wolf spirit and he felt that want the same way he felt the heat beating against his very back. He also understood it, yet he had grown accustomed to being but a dog to his superiors.

He had done it, he had signed his life away his very freedom just to realize the dream of a stealthy teal eyed girl. Hollow eyes fell into him and Aevus would hide his forthcoming fear by stepping away from the group. Ever since that night with the demon child he had been plagued in his dreams by that curiosity of a silver tongued hollow. He knew very little of what resided within his being but in his research he stumbled upon the name vizard and the rumors of a Kuchiki captain carrying the very name “Vizard Killer” slaughtering the masked fiends known throughout the land.

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala was all too willing to help the member of the team with whatever they needed. She thought herself as a common woman more so than the daughter of a powerful noble house. She was the type to identify with the lower grunts of the squad than she would with those that share her rank of Vice Captain. She smiled and waved away the praise and sweet words thrown at her. Really she didn't like all that attention just for her rank, but she would appreciate it none the less.

Kisala did not care much for this weather though. She would tough it out without saying much, but she was starting to sweat a lot without even doing anything. She sighed a bit trying to find other ways to help to get her mind off the heat. She was glad to be out of the Seretei though. She doesn't get to get out as much thanks to all her responsibilities at the barracks. She was starting to envy the lower ranked shinigami for actually doing something.

Kisala looked over at Aevus concern on her face. She did not know much about the man even though he was in the same squad as her. She felt a bit bad for that. True that she could not know everyone, but she liked to be friendly whenever possible. Her orange eyes looked over at him as he seemed to space out. She wondered what was on his mind. She walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. It may have been bold, but she felt it was appropriate.

"Hey Aevus, is there something on your mind? You know you can talk to me about it if you want." Yeah it may be something that a good friend would say to another, not officer and subordinate, but she never cared about rank or any of that. She smiled softly at the young man trying to hide the concern on her face. If someone like her looked concerned it might give the reserchers the wrong idea, and that was not something she wanted.

[MrDoctorDo]

The afternoon passed quickly. The sun’s descent seeming much like a true fall. The speed with which the day passed would prove a blessing. The uncomfortable heat and humidity fading away with the light. The researchers made great use of the improving conditions. Allowing their own attitudes to turn for the better in the process. Quickly the circle of tents had been filled. The various cargo crates emptied and supplies appropriated. There were now several, isolated workstations inside each sealed tent. Most of them just tables with computers.

The exceptions to this were the occasional relay device. Components that seemed akin to older tools used by Squad communications offices. Perhaps arrays needed to observe the effects of their coming experiment? In addition to these setups, there was another tent solely assigned to the individual named Jiro. Inside of which he arranged a few different monitors and what appeared to be a transmitter console. The device seemed much more advanced than much of the other gear being used. For this reason, the tent for housing it was far nicer as well. The newest of those brought. A sacrifice to best secure the most valuable equipment. Well...second most valuable.

There was still the matter of the central construct. The spire that rose higher and higher with each successful addition constructed. It was here that Chiyo, Masaru, and Osamu labored under the dedicated instruction of Akemi. The younger researchers proved quite adept at the “hard work”. ”Alright. You two know about the fastening changes, yes?” If there were any notions of the gang being “frail bookworms”, they should be dismissed. ”I do. What I don’t know is why he is taking his time. Come on Osamu, get it up there!” This was a crew of builders. ”If only you taller instead of louder, then maybe you could have had it up already.” Good ones, too. ”That’s it...I’m getting the ladder-puwhahaha!”

Something about productivity really seemed to get this crowd going. A fact that the guard detail should make easy note of. ”Nothing motivates better than curiosity…” Especially with Akemi’s input. The more seasoned scientist finally taking time to walk away from the work, and speak with the protective retinue. ”My crew has been waiting for this opportunity for quite some time. Months now, just to hear if we had been given approval.” Having moved to stand by the two officers, and observe the continued labor from the outside, ”I wanted to thank you both again for agreeing to this special duty. I can’t imagine how much longer it would have taken without such qualified volunteers.”

With her dark hair pulled up in a tight bun, and brow covered with the glimmer of sweat, it seemed that Akemi had been putting in her fair share. A feat that seemed slightly more difficult, given the age that her crow’s feet implied. Still, she had been by them all day. Working just as hard. Helping to get the tower up and situated. ”How quickly they got our tower up, you can just see their excitement.”, she gave a warm, rather proud chuckle. ”We’re going to learn a lot in the next few days thanks to you two.” Giving a polite pause, she wanted to provide her saviors with whatever time they might need to reply in kind...or not.

Honestly, their attitudes now was of little consequence. Whether they were happy to be here, or if this was something torturous. For her it was all a blessing, and nothing could possibly ruin it. Thought, it might be a delight to hear what sorts of inputs the two officers had. What were their questions about what was going on here? Why did they agree to be apart of this project? Maybe there was something more than simple security that they could provide this expedition. Talking was the only way to come to any sort of realization. Hopefully they would take advantage of their time with scientists before this evening drew to a close.

Hours Pass, Night Arrives

It had been a long and trying day, but...the labors were finally coming to their ends. The toiling of the research team had produced marvelous results. Before the sun found itself sinking beyond the distant hillsides; the team had completely finished construction of their tower. Though it was of bare construction, it was something reliable and altogether impressive. Stretching nearly a dozen meters into the sky. The tempered hue of its steely construction struck out against the natural charms of the neighboring environment. This only added to the quality of its appeal. A monument hidden in the wilds. And yet, the might of its appearance was nothing in the face of its power. Its true power. For this device had not been erected as an art project.

No no. It had grand and magnificent purpose. It was to be an eye...of sorts. An means of observing something that had never truly been observed before. Something that had intrigued minds within the Seireitei for centuries. The tower was to watch and record the formation and stabilization...of a Jureichi. A Spiritual Ground. The same phenomenon that had turned Karakura Town into the spiritual hub that it was today. Only, this time, things were different. For this Jureichi was not happening as those before had. Normally, there is only one Jureichi in the world at a time. A new one may form, but as it does, the original. The Spiritual Ground is a physical manifestation of the spiritual connection between the mortal realm and the afterlife...and there should only ever be one.

Now. However. A new one was forming. And yet the previous one, in Karakura, had not diminished in the slightest. To make matters worse; the new Jureichi was forming in a most unfortunate location. Any area that had been ravaged by loss and tragedy in the years past. The Japanese metropolis known as Sendai. An urban center that had managed to thrive despite its closeness to the nuclear disaster of the recent past. An area with increasing spiritual activity...in the form of near constant Hollow attacks. This city was suffering, spiritually; while the humans who lived there go on with their daily lives. It could only end badly if such a place were to develop into an active, spiritual beacon. It would invite the same suffering that has faced Karakura town in recent years. Only...with more Hollow ferocity...and more people to be caught in the devastation.

Yet. There was nothing that could be done to stop the event. It could only be observed. Monitored, and hopefully, learned from. Thus, this team was given the go ahead to establish this small camp. To build their observation tower. To study the events that might unfold. Now, with the construction finished...the real work could begin. However. The first night would be one of celebration! The riggers had moved faster than was expected. Beating their time tables by nearly two days time. It seemed that camaraderie and passion has fueled a very successful effort. This is something that the assigned sentinels should note. The officers sent to protect these people should know, above all, that this team worked like a family. They were close, and together, they were successful.

”I am so very proud of all of you! A month ago we didn’t think that we would get to come here. Now look. Our first evening, and our tower is done! It’s so beautiful to see, but not as beautiful as all of you.” The whole of the group looking on with bright smiles. ”Aaaaahw. Kemi-saaaaaan. Bleeeehhk.”, Chiyo teased. Mimicking vomiting with her outburst. Saying what all of them were thinking in their post success exuberance. ”I know. I know. Mushy-gushy-feelings. I mean it though. Every word. You all deserve the gratitude.” Having given a sigh at the rudeness of the subordinate, but understanding the relationship behind it, Daiki tried to take the reigns. ”Yes, excellent work everyone. Our report here will reflect greatly on your hard work. A great beginning to this project. Now let’s keep working hard to make a great conclusion as well! Yeah!”

Even though such enthusiasm would earn him eyerolls from the rest of the crew, this time they all just laughed and nodded. Two-faced politician or not, Daiki was apart of the team. Jiro wasn’t above twisting the gratitude; however, ”So. What I am hearing is. We can open the sake now. That sounds like what you are saying.” Masaru there for the assist...”Yep. Sake. I heard it too. Come on, Isa! Grab the cups.” Turning to point out the right crate for their quiet counterpart. ”Ok.” Turning again to face the big fellow, with his arms outstretched in an brovitation pose. ”Osamu, let’s start the hibachi!” The larger fellow shooting Masaru a thumbs up before heading over to the cooking pit.

”On it. Mika? What was the recipe for those pork buns you had for lunch last week.” Panning to the scrawny fellow already unpacking the assorted foodstuffs that had been selected for the retreat. ”Well, I can assure you that the recipe doesn’t call for pork. Just let me handle the preparations. You can mind the fire.” Coming over to the two guards who would not be allowed to do any of the cooking or serving; Chiyo greeted with a happy smirk. ”You two will need to let us know what you want to eat. We packed the sort of stuff we all like, so we might have to improvise if either of you are picky.” The banging of a few boxes interupting her, ”Aaa-aaaaaah! Chiyo-san! Please help!” Isa was already struggling with the task of fetching the cups for everyone.

Unwilling to trouble anyone to help her before, she tried to carry the sake and the cups all at once! ”Uuh. You guys just let us know when you decide! I’m coming, Isa!” Bouncing off to the rescue. And so the rest of the evening would continue. Loud and exciting. Everyone sharing laughs as the unwound from the stress of labors. Delicious food and drinks being served for all. Lots and lots of talking. After all, there wasn’t much else for enterainme…”Got it! I managed to pick up one of the mortals’ broadcasts! Let me move it to a bigger monitor.” Suddenly there was a feed of a television program. Some sort of game show about guessing which celebrity was lying when asked embarrassing, personal questions. The researchers tuning in and out of it as they continued their conversations. All in all...a fun evening.

Until…

A shriek tore through the night. It echoed off the hills that surrounded the camp, and happened so sudden and abruptly...that it would shake one like waking from a dream. It was Chiyo. Unleashing the otherworldly scream from the center of camp. Her body frozen upright...as her shimmering eyes stared immovably ahead. Body shivering. Lips trembling. Eyes beginning to tear. She was simply falling to pieces one bit at a time.The young woman just couldn’t come to grip with what she was seeing. It didn’t make any sense. It was just so surreal...like a dream. ”O...Osa-chan.” How could it be? How could he be like this? What could have happened? Why would did it happen?! ”Osa-chan!!”

That was all she could do. Scream his name. In vain. Screaming with hopes that somehow he might hear her and come back. Sadly, that was not to be. For even as she cradled his head. Even while she stared into his dimming eyes...there was no retrieving the life that was. It was flowing from him. Just like the blood that was staining her researcher’s robe. Osamu’s blood. Bubbling out of him, from the inside. Oozing from his nose and lips. Dripping away like the last few moments of his life. ”Chi…”, his voice softened. Fading to nothing. Just like his breath. In another moment...he was gone. All that was left was Chiyo, coddling his head...trying to keep back the flood of screams which resided in her chest. Doing so successfully; while the same could not be said for her tears.

By now...the camp was alive. Everyone came running from their sleeping tents. The guards should be joining them. ”Chiyo...Osam...oh no. No no no.” Coming running in her nightgown. Akemi slid and fell upon her knees next to Chiyo. Reaching to quickly check Osamu’s breath and pulse. ”Chiyo.” Color fading from quickly. The realization setting in quick. ”Chiyo! What happened? Talk to me!” Akemi-san tried to get answers, but the young woman was a mess. She was rocking now. Back and forth. Shaking her head while her hand gripped her lips tighter. Tears pouring over her straining fingers. She couldn’t dare speak. Not without unleashing the anguish which filled her. Akemi then turned to the rest of them…”Wha...what happen...where are the...you two! Which of you was watching?!”

Daiki finally exiting his tent...left aghast by the sight. ”Wha...what is this?! What?! How… Akemi speaking up again...much more forceful, ”What happened!?” Whoever decided to take the night portion of the watch would need to come forward. To explain what they had seen that evening. Which would be nothing. As unbelievable as it was...it was the truth. The night had been clear, with hardly a single cloud blocking the stars. There had been the sounds of insects and wind in the distance, but nothing else. Throughout their patrol of the camp, after everyone else finally winded down, they would have noticed nothing. There was absolutely no answer for this.

Yet. ”Where...where are the others?!”, Daiki spinning about in his evening robe. Bringing attention to the gathered group. A number much smaller than what they had before. There were faces missing. Three to be exact. Jiro, Masaru, and Mika. All of the other young men. All gone. Akemi’s face suddenly turned cold. Eyes darkened by dreadful thoughts. ”Masaru!...Jiro!” Twisting to look behind her and all around once more, ”Mika! Masaru!...Daiki! Check their tents…” ”I…” ”Just check their tents!!”, her voice broke into mild hysteria. Then she turned back to Chiyo and grabbed her cheeks. ”Chiyo. Chiyo...listen to me. Listen!”

The young woman looking up with reddened eyes. ”Let’s get Osamu inside a tent.” Her words met with confusion. ”Yes...in a tent. Then we are calling home. We are going home. Ok?...OK?” Her repetition made Chiyo jump, but got her to nod like Akemi wanted. ”We are going to call home, find the others, and leave. That is what we are going to do. Ok. Ok...ok.” The two of them began moving Osamu’s heavy body. A slow act. One that would need much time. Meanwhile, Daiki returned in rush. ”They are not in their tents. None of them…” Akemi glaring at him, as if he offened her with the words. ”Find them. We are going home!” Daiki tossed his arms with a deep, strained breath. ”Where am I supposed to loo…” ”FIND THEM!”, Akemi’s voice broke again. Her mind like cracked glass. Only get worse with each new strain. Fortunately...there was someone to lend some insight.

”I...I know where they went.”, Isa spoke. Barely audible over the commotion unfolding. Causing the rest to turn to her in shock. ”They left. I know where though.” She spoke, shakingly. ”Where?! Where did they go?” Daiki nearly made the quiet girl jump, but...he got her attention. ”There! They said they were going there!” Her hand stretched out, and pointed far to the southwest. Off in the dark distance, was the human city. Sendai. Glowing and swirling with activity. A colorful display of lights in the pitch black of night. ”They...they said they were going to sneak out. I heard them say so.” Daiki drew closer to Isa. Looking off towards the city while she spoke.

”Wh...why the hell would they go there?!” Isa just shook her head. Going silent again. Daiki...didn’t approve. ”Why did they sneak off?!” Daiki’s fists clenching with the blossoming of his newfound rage. ”We have to get out of here. Those little s**** are just gonna get left behi-” Akemi piped up from where she toiled with Chiyo. ”We won’t leave without them.” Raising his hand to point at Akemi, ”You don’t make those decisions. I do, and I say we are leaving..” Daiki quickly reached for his denreishinki. Quick to flip it open, and dial in Squad 3. However...there would be no answer. ”What the f…” He tried again, with the same results. ”F***! Why won’t this work?!” Akemi shouted back, ”What’s wro-” ”The d*** phone isn’t working!” another attempt failling, ”F***ing piece of s***!” Akemi was no reaching for her own device. A few moments, and she gave a grim look up to the tower. ”The tower...its signals. They must have…”

Daiki twisting about violently. ”Must have...must have what?!” Akemi was still staring. Her look growing much more anxious. ”The tower must have damaged them.” Daiki looked to the tower, then back to his phone. Quickly he pocketed the device and stomped over to the radio tent. ”Then we will use this!, he said proudly...before developing a dumbfounded expression. ”You. Get over here. Make a call.” Pointing at Isa, Daiki made his demand sternly. She only shook her head no in response. ”What? What do you mean no?! Get over here!” She shook her head once more. ”I can’t…” He didn’t like that…

”What do you mean you can’t, that was an order!” Akemi started to speak up, but Isa surprisingly beat her to it. ”I can’t! Only Jiro and Osa…”, he words stuttered as she thought of her friend, ”Only they knew how.” Daiki blinked bewildered, ”Wha...what?! But this was your job too!” In his furios state, he took hold of Isa’s arms and gave her a rough shake. ”It was your job!” This caused the poor girl to whince and draw in her arms. Akemi was quick to try and interject, ”Stop it! The radio was probably affected like our denreishinki! She can’t-” ”It was her job!!” The yelling and the fear. It was causing Isa to shut down further; while they all needed answers. A plan...

Then there came a new sound. One that had not been heard this entire evening. One that was both familiar, and unwelcome. Off in the distance. Somewhere. Hidden. The unmistakable roar of a monster. The shriek of a Hollow. Bellowing loud and horribly. It echoed off the countryside. The sound travelled for miles and miles. Perhaps...it had travelled for miles and miles already. One that could not be seen...or sensed. There was no way to properly discern just where it was. However, it was no trouble to determine where it would be. After all, these beasts are simple. They want only one thing. Crave only one thing. Food. Fresh and plenty. And what was a group of Shinigami, if not a mouth watering feast. If the Hollow was infact nearby...it would be here soon. And no one was leaving without a fixed radio…

(OoC: This is now the time that QP may be spent. The options will be available so long as they are listed at the bottom of my posts. Once they are gone, the opportunity to use them is too.

Radio Message - Spend any or all QP to transmit a message through the damaged radio.
Supply Crate - Spend 2, 5, or 10 QP to unlock one of the research team’s supply crates.
Boost - Spend 10 QP to receive a temporary boost to one of your Stats.

When or how you choose to spend your QP is up to you. Just don’t think you will be punished for choosing to or not to spend them!)

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

As his lieutenant placed her hand on his shoulder the Shinigami would wince faintly turning to face the girl with his cold gaze. She was concerned, well it seemed that way at least. He could tell she meant well as she spoke and with a feigned smile he would betray her with a lie. “I was just watching the horizon, Lieutenant you needn’t be concerned.” He would return to that sky, the backdrop of trees scattering over what seemed like miles. His voice would carry his yawn as he began to parade towards one of the tents that were already placed.

“You take first watch, i’m gonna take a nap.” He waved his hand without looking back as he nonchalantly began to walk away. As the shinigami walked he would overhear the constant prattle of those he was hired to guard over. To be honest Aevus wasn’t much of the social butterfly, he preferred his solitude and taking the night shift would hopefully get him away from prying eyes at least most of them. He barely slept, maybe a couple hours at most but those couple of hours would help him through the night.

Taking a stroll out of the tent, he would overhear a speech of sorts. He stayed back yet he watched with an open mind. They seemed almost like a family of sorts and it was well kind of nice to say the least. It was enjoyable and with the sun now down, the cool air brought him much comfort. The mention of sake perked his interests and he would gladly take in the nights festivals. “Just the sake, thank you.” He would pass that feigned smile of his.

Nestling neatly next to the fire with his Zanpakuto resting on his shoulder the shinigami would begin to enjoy himself. He wasn’t going to get shit faced but getting a little buzzed wouldn’t hurt. “I really shouldn't but oh well~” He would pause taking his second drink. “Ah, this is why i’m alive.” He would chuckle lightly at that. It had been a long time since he actually let go. But getting a little drunk would let him falter away from his worries if just for a time. Allowing him to escape the prying golden eyes of that pesky silver tongued hollow.

~ Some time later ~

“An-Another!” Aevus would raise his cup with a shaky hand and yet he knew he had enough but oh how he wanted to embrace the heavenly drink. As his watch began he had found himself perched on a nearby tree overlooking the encampment. For a time the silver lined eyes of the wolf would pass over him, murmuring gently to him. “What was in that drink?” She’d question the pale faced reaper. “A very fine poison.” Aevus would whisper under his sake stained breath. “A fine poison indeed.” He would manage before hiccupping.

Lumina would giggle at that. “It's made you rather silly” Aevus would shake his head at that. “Silly?” Hiccup. “Wha-what do you mean s-silly?” The wolf would find herself giggling once more causing Aevus to chuckle along with her.“I’d very much like to try this poison of yours.” The soft breeze found itself sifting through his dark hairs and he would sense something astray. There was a longing in her voice, if ever so faint yet he still picked up on it. “Maybe one day you~” But he’d be interrupted not by a hiccup but something else entirely.

The hairs on the back of his his head would stand up on end as a blood curling scream echoed causing the man to turn his head towards the encampment. Nearly falling from the tree, Aevus would move on that scream. His sapphire eyes attempted to adjust to his fast movement but he wasn’t completely sober and he was somewhat sluggish in his attempts. Cursing himself under his breathe the shinigami would arrive late, his eyes meeting a so familiar scene. It drew coldly upon him as he watched the woman cradle the dead man. What happened? Everyone was questioning the scene, the encampment had been thrown into complete chaos.

As he was questioned the still semi-drunk Shinigami would shake his head solemnly. He had saw nothing and guilt would quickly corner him. Even in his drunken stupor he was still sober enough to keep a ever vigilant eye on his surrounding at least he thought he did. It was his job to watch over these people and he failed them. Osamu had died on his watch and yet he saw nothing. Clenching his Zanpakuto the pale faced reaper would fall into himself. He saw nothing, he saw nothing, he saw nothing.

The shinigami paraded frantically shouting, arguing as they desperately tried getting a signal and find out where their allies had disappeared off to and all the while Aevus stood there clenching the handle of his Zanpakuto. That was until another scream sheltered itself throughout the land. Carrying a familiar coldness, something stirred within him. The golden eyes of a hollow cast themselves in the back of the Shinigami’s very mind as he felt her voice slither into his very ear.

As that hollow scream rang out Aevus would find himself at a battle with himself and suddenly he would move towards that very scream. He would shake his head ignoring the wolfs pleas as she told him to go back, to think before leaping forth into the darkness. His cold eyes narrowed on a resolve and the influence of the beast within pulled on him and he stopped at the edge of the encampment. “I wont wait for it to come back, I didn’t see it before. It must have eluded me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala was not convinced that her subordinate was just checking out the view, but she new that pressing the issue was not going to get him to open up to her any better. She accepted his explanation removing her hand from his shoulder. She wished that he could have been straight forward with her, but everyone had their secrets. She just hoped that his was not something that was going to complicate things. “You take first watch, i’m gonna take a nap.” Kisala thought that was a good idea. He would need to be well rested for his watch. Maybe a good nap would also help him get over whatever it was that was eating at him. She was one to care about her people after all.

Kisala nodded and watched him go one of the tents. "Just make sure get enough rest. Your no use to anyone sleep deprived." She said trying to joke a bit to lighten the mood. She was sure that it didn't work. She sighed and walked over to the edge of the camp looking out to the horizon as far as she could see. Though Kisala mainly stood watch to make sure no hollows approached the area, she still found some time to try and help around the camp wherever she was needed. Thanks to her acute ability to sense spiritual energy, she did not have t rely as much on her physical senses, and split her attention. Besides there were more people awake and aware during the day, so it was generally safer. 

When everything was completed the group celebrated with food and drink. One of the researchers approached Kisala wondering what she wanted to eat and drink. She heard the mention of Sake. She may not be the biggest drinker, but she is able to hold her liquor better than most. As she was about to leave Kisala shouted at her back. "Sake is go for me, and give me anything you got, the spicier the better." She said enthusiastically. She joined the team for the festivities still not fully letting her guard down. She was used to always keeping her guard up even when she was having fun. Just came with the territory of being with squad two and a shinigami.

After everything was winding down, Kisala went to her tent. She made sure to wake up Aveus before she retired for the day for his watch. She wondered if she should have taken the night shift. She shrugged thinking that there was no use trying to convince him now. She didn't drink that much in her opinion. She had quite a bit, but not enough to get her drunk. Before she would go to sleep. She would sit next to her sword and meditate communicating with it like she does before going to bed. Kisala and her Zanpakuto talked for several minutes noting how quiet everything was. She started to turn in getting comfortable. She was a light sleeper able to keep her senses active even while sleeping.

A scream caused her to bolt upright in her bag. She rushed to the origin of the scream to see one of the researchers had been wounded. She was not sure what had happened. She should have sensed something if it came from an outside source. Then there were the missing members of the research group. Why would they have disappeared without a struggle? She could not think with all this yelling. She glared at Daiki who was harassing one of the girl in panic. ”It was her job!!” he kept repeating. ”It was her job!!” Kisala clenched her fist and broke the man's grip from the girl before punching him square in the face. She didn't care about the consequences it needed to be done.

"Will you shut up and pull yourself together!?" She shouted over everyone else. A quick flare of her spiritual pressure would let everyone know that she was not in the mood for any back talk. "If your not going to do anything to help the situation stay out of everyone's way." She turned to the others that were around. "Try to get a signal though to the Seretei, and open one of those crates there must be something in there that we can use!" She turned to talk to Aevus when the howl of a hollow could be heard. How could a hollow have gotten so close without her knowing about it? She didn't like what this was leading up to. She saw that Aevus already running to face it.

"Damn it Aevus wait for me!" She shouted after him. "You guys find something to defend yourselves or signal for assistance. Something tells me this is going to be a rough night." She ran as fast as she could after Aevus. What was he thinking trying to go out alone. Did he think that taking out a hollow by himself would make up for his mistake? She just needed to focus right now. She had more people depending on her than just Aevus. This was exactly what she was afraid of when she accepted the promotion. It was one fo her first missions as a lieutenant and already shit was starting to hit the fan. Hopefully things can be recovered and lives saved."

[MrDoctorDo]

The camp went quiet. Every cry hushed. Every frustration stomached. Every notion of raising a dispute...forgotten. Everyone looked now to Kisala. The pressure of her reishi feeling as a hand on each of their throats. Except for Daiki. No, he earned the pleasure of feeling her actual fist against the better half of his face. The punch resonated with a loud crack and meaty pop. It through him from his feet, pouring over a few crates at the camp’s center. Were he still conscious on the other side of the boxes, he would still have no sense left in him. The sudden act of authority very much having its desired effect.

For everyone in the camp conceded to the orders which the Shihoin now laid down. There was a quick nod from the younger girls. Both Isa and Chiyo were somewhat awestruck by the aggressive response of their caretaker. Maybe not as much as Daiki, but certainly they had a new hero in their hearts. Akemi felt...differently. That much was clear in the uncertain look that she shot the Vice Captain’s way. Still. Orders were orders. ”Yes, Shihoin-san. Chiyo, start with those two containers. The ones with the triple 3’s in their serial numbers.”, her hand outstretched to a pair of elongated boxes. Then, turning herself back to Osamu. ”Isa…” The young woman nearly flew out of her skin, ”Hai!” Already Akemi was trying to loop her arms under the large boy’s shoulders, gesturing with her head towards his feet. ”Help me get him into the tent.” With an unsure affirmation, Isa went to hoist the bodies’ legs.

...and then the roar came.

Echoing off the hills that surrounded the camp, the Hollow sounded as though it were everywhere at once. The already deafening cry of a monster, amplified by the silence and the openness of the terrain. In the same moment that saw Aevus darting off into the night; the grouped researchers were brought to a frightened pause. Without anyone saying a word it was clear. They all knew what that sound was. The danger it posed. The justified terror it should instill in their hearts. Though often silent, ”Kuso...” ”Isa! Hurry!” Twisting back around the pair resumed their work.

Chiyo, still fumbling with the cases, was losing all the color in her face. Daiki, roused by the monster’s call, struggled to get back to his feet. Face already swelling as fresh blood dripped from his busted lip. Wobbling a bit where he stood. Trying to get his bearings again. The older bureaucrat found his spine growing quite chilly with the sight of Aevus sprinting away. ”Whe...where is he going?” Then, with Kisala leaping after him, ”Where is she going?! Becoming more frantic now, the fellow found himself looking for some new way to cope with the anxiety. Turning to see Chiyo working hard at unpacking equipment…

However, the real danger lay far outside of the camp.

At the base of the massive hill on which they had settled, Aevus and Kisala would find an expansive forest. It stretched seemingly forever. A wall of towering Japanese Cedars. Looking like pines, but twice as thick. Their shadowy figures mixing with one another in the poorly lit evening. Layers of layers of them stretching further east, separating the open wilds with the far off city lights of Sendai. The land between here and civilization an almost impassable sea of black. In which there lurked the beast they pursued. The creature’s call echoing once more before the both of them could reach the edge of the woods.

Beyond the wall of trees, the foul aura of corrupted reiatsu seemed to pulse. The foul odour of Hollow reishi emanating outward from the dark. Proceeding into the black was the only way to further track the threat. No doubt the brave Shinigami would maintain their pursuit. Trekking into the lightless labyrinth. Inside they would find they would find that even starlight was strangled and removed. While their superior senses would afford them reasonable awareness...the situation was less than ideal. What was worse? The roaring had stopped. In fact, so had every other sound. From the crickets in the bushes. To the wind in the leaves.

The reign of silence had begun.

Meanwhile…

There was no escaping the noises of Sendai. From the streets filled with people and cars. To the buildings filled with people and...more people. The city was a thriving tourist attraction. It was renowned for its nightlife. Clubs. Theaters. Shops. No matter what people could desire in the dark, Sendai could offer. Bringing in both foreigners and nationals, alike. On this particular evening, it even played host to visitors from another dimension. The wide eyed, enthusiastic young Shinigami researches...and their awkward tag along.

Jiro, Masaru, and even Mika, too. The trio had snuck out of camp long before anyone had actually fallen asleep. Years of breaking curfew in the Shinoreijutsuin had prepared them for this moment. All three of the boys eager to immerse themselves in the world of the living. If only for an evening. Having made great time, it was only barely midnight by the time they managed to arrive at the city limits. Giving them plenty of hours to schmooze among the human populace.

”O mai gadu. Look at this place.” Jiro gave a Masaru a elbow check, face fitted with a broad grin. ”Calm down man. We don’t want to look like tourists.” Interrupting with the daily recommended dose of sass, ”We don’t look like anything yet, none of them can see us…” With eager, almost synchronized movements; Ji and Masa squeezed up closer to their shorter compatriot. Each laying a single hand onto each of his shoulders. ”That’s why you brought the goods.”


”Come on, hand them over. Sooner we get physical, the sooner we can start getting…” Trailing off in his thought, Jiro’s eyes suddenly snapped to a group of local girls. Gladly following the sight and sound of their happy procession. ”...physical!” With an almost childish laugh, Jiro began daydreaming of the times they could have in such a city. Masaru and Mika already unpacking the gigai they had smuggled with them. Nodding his head, turning to spot a nearby clocktower. ”2.4 hours, to be safe. If we plan to get back before morning roll call.” Trotting over with spring in his step, Jiro snatched up his own gigai. Practically giddy. Pretty soon the stooges would be dressed to kill, and looking for thrills.”Psh, we aren’t in that kind of a rush. What’s the worse that could happen…”

Somewhere in the woods…

The world had frozen. Nothing in their somber surroundings dared to move. Everything was motionless. Still. Yet, the air seemed to vibrate with horrid tension. The Hollow’s pressure had only continued to grow with every moment they spent away from the camp. Whether the duo had chosen to run faster in their chase, or simply wait for it to arrive. For reasons that seemed illogical or even unreal, the pressure created by the menace had grown to dramatic proportions.

Even now their joints should be aching under the weight of their still hidden opponent. Somehow...somehow it had remained completely hidden in the evening before. Just how such a strength could become concealed, well, there was just no explaining it. All that they had now was the knowledge herein earned. They were in the company of a real monster. A threat, not only to their camp, but to the human lives in Sendai.

...and their own.

Sound returned. Slowly. Creeping back into perception. All around them, hidden in the inky distance, there was movement. A chorus churning to life. Growing louder and louder with their every heartbeat. Sounding as though a mighty wind were welling up from nothing. Pushing and shaking every branch in every tree that encompassed them. Yet, they would feel no breeze on their skin. No gust through their hair. Instead the rustling of leaves and timbers would rise. What faint edges of the trees that they could see through the dark, shivering and waving madly. A new sound coming ever more into focus. Not from one place, but many. Something that may have been very familiar to them both...though perhaps, not in such a treacherous setting. For the clamor that spread all about them, was the flapping of wings. Many. Malicious. Maddening wings. Filling the night with their rancor.

Until finally; the descent.

Cold lashes would pour upon the pair of Shinigami. Chilling swipes that felt as hail, falling from a stormy sky. There would be no denying the danger in which they now found themselves. Not when every icy slash that dared to fly past them, brought with it a fleeting image of their winged tormentors.

Torments
Strength - ?
Speed - 400
Spiritual Pressure - ?
Reiatsu Strength - ?
Instincts - ?
Senses - ?
Energy Sensory - ?
Healing Expertise - 0

[Kiera Bright]

Keira Bright looked out in the distance easily seeing he bright lights of the city of Sendai. Keira hardly left the comfort and safety of her asylum. Usually she only left when she needed to get more supplies and research material. It was this search for materials what drew Keira to the region. She had picked up a high presance of shinigami reiatsu energy. She knew that there wouldn't be a reason this many shinigami would converge in one place. The possibilities were too good to pass up. She had to investigate. 

When she got there it was dark and very late. Keira's diet of coffee, chips, and candy usually gave her as much of a buzz needed to last for a full day or two easily. The trip to the location was not eventful thankfully, and her reiatsu arms were just as good as any normal human means of transportation. She traveled for days straight, or was it? She was never really good at keeping track of the time when her mind buzzed with ideas of future experiments. When she arrived in the outskirts of Sendai, it seemed that somethings were already going down. 

She could sense something in the forests between the highest concentration of shinigami energy, and the city itself. Whatever it was she didn't like it, and planned to stay far from that area if she could help it. She could sense three shinigami in the city itself. They were close together meaning that they must be there to protect the city from whatever was inside the forest. Maybe it was a very dangerous hollow that required several units of shinigami to take down. As interesting as it would be to see, her needs were more pressing. 

She would divert her path to avoid any "hot spots" of activity, and made her way to the city itself. The failure scientist would not have too much trouble fitting in. She looked human enough. Her skin was rather pale, but she could wave that off with her occupation. She did have bright pink eyes that seemed to glow, she would say they were experimental contacts. Her darker pink hair, merely hair dye. Her choice of clothing? Well that one was none of their damn business was it? She smirked at the last part and dismissed her reiatsu hand to walk on foot. 

The three shinigami were not hard to find or track. It seemed like they were not trying that hard to be stealthy. Where they that confident in their abilities? None of them felt anything special. Still Keira could be on her guard. It doesn't take much for her to detonate and take out the city with her. Even better though their lack of stealth would make them far easier to track down. This was almost too easy. She popped a watermelon jolly rancher in her mouth and walked through the streets. The city was too busy and lively for her taste. She would want to get her business over with as soon as possible. 

With each step Keira grew closer and closer to her prey. As she got closer and closer, the anticipation in her breast was growing more and more. The failure's simple white dress only fell to her thighs showing off her pale legs. Her lab coat hung around her thin, slender form, the pockets full of devices to help her in the field, and snacks when she gets hungry. She soon caught sight of the three shinigami. They appeared to be nothing more than boys to her, but that was irreverent. Appearances didn't matter to this scientist. She could tell that they were not in gigais yet. no matter. "Hello gentlemen, what brings you to this fine city?" She asked once she was easy hearing range. 

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{Spoiler - Stats and Skills}
Strength - 100 - 25% = 75 Points

Speed - 100 - 25% = 75 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 270 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 750 Points

Light Aura - 20 Points

Dark Aura - 80 Points

Instinct - 225 + 50% = 338 Points

Senses - 50 + 50% = 75 Points

Energy sensory - 100 + 50% = 150 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Battle Analysis 2

Mental Incantation 2

Learning 2

Illusion Resistance 2

Analysis 2

Science 2

Strength of Will 2

[Mika]

"Hello gentlemen, what brings you to this fine city?"

The words were spoken softly, but the struck with the power of lightning. A crack of thunder left each of the young men twisted in her direction. All six of their eyes flashing with light. The light of recognition. Each of them left a little stunned by the occurrence. Bodies frozen where they stood. Breathes held. Hearts delayed. It would take a moment before any of them could process reality. Let alone react. kuhkuha Mika was first to speak up...by coughing. Followed quickly with, ”How the fu-”

Masaru interrupted Jiro’s exclamation. ”Evening…” Possessing, even in current state, a cool and level head. Though this didn’t prevent him from eyeing the stranger with astonishment. Each of them stared at her as if head were on backwards. Her ability to see them in such a circumstance would be just as surprising as this one. Just how the hell could this young lady see them? Masa, well that made sense. He had already slipped on his gigai. To them and the world, he was just another human dressed in a dark, business suit. Just a man making his way home from his time at work. Such had been the intention of all their disguises. For a moment, this truth was considered.

”Maybe she misspoke.’ raising and waving his hand between himself and Kiera. Jiro wondered if perhaps it was only because of Masa’s gigai that she had spoken at all. The two faux bodies that he and Mika possibly appearing as slouched drunkards. Jiro was the only one who considered this, however. The other two were at least keen enough to follow people’s eyes when they spoke. They saw her eyes shifting between the three. Knowingly. ”No. You can see us. Hear us too.” Giving a little smirk, Masa awaited Kiera’s response with little doubts. Mika remained silent. Distant. Eyes seemingly unblinking as he observed their new acquaintance.

The three of them were all very curious as to what sort of oddity this lady was.

Straightening himself out from his former tension; everything about Masaru began to soften up. Especially the way he looked at the peculiar human. A detectable level of charm coming off of him as he spoke. ”Sorry for being rude. You startled us, but we are doing well. Possibly even wonderful.” Darting his looks about like the typical young man. Failing in discretion, but in a way it made his clear interest all the more flattering. Or so years of success had taught him, ”How about yourself? I can tell you aren’t as surprised as we were. You must be used to...seeing strange things like this.”

Though he didn’t need to turn away or gesture to Jiro clutching the doll-like gigai, it was clear what the spirit referenced. ”Which means you know you are safe.” Smooth talking turned more cheerful. Suave smile curling into something a bit more playful now. Yet this was only really a facade. A rather honest one, but still a show. For Masa might think the young woman was pretty and interesting...he was just like his comrades in wondering of her intentions. All three of the Shinigami had much of the same education. The same training.

They had learned quite a lot about the mortal realm. The unusual developments that can form there. Given their recent project, all of them had become especially familiar with the topic of spiritually aware humans. Something that tied in closely with their current work. Yet, they didn’t know everything. They hadn’t been taught the more delicate details. The ways to distinguish attuned human spirits from those things that could pretend to be them. Things like Bounts. Mod Souls. Or Failures. No, in these regards their lessons had been quite lacking. And experience with such things was not easy to comeby in the Seireitei.

”This is awesome!” *hic* Jiro was brimming with a smile from ear to ear. ”We were hoping there would be humans like you! It means this place really is changing!” My oh my, he could barely contain his excitement. Even as Masa turned back to waving his enthusiastic friend down. Noticeably perturbed by the outburst. ”Hey hey, calm down.” They didn’t need this human getting an earful of their intentions. Even if there was no danger to it, there was no reason to divulge who they were. What they were doing here.

However, Mika and Masa both knew that Jiro was right. If Kiera could see them, because she was spiritually aware, then she was evidence of their theory. This place, Sendai, was transforming. Spiritual activity was skyrocketing within the city limits. Reishi was becoming a natural component of the region. Its presence giving rise to more humans who could perceive the spiritual reality that intertwined with their mortal one. Whether they explained why or not...it would be in their best interest to learn what they could from this woman.

And so, facing back to Kiera, ”My name is Masa. It is nice to meet you.” Giving her a little, respectful bow as was custom for a greeting in this country. ”My friends and I are here to look around the city. Take in the sights. Do you happen to live here?” Stepping closer to her. Looking past her to the street and the lights beyond. ”Could you recommend some things to see?” These last few words pouring on a fresh batch of charm.

While Kiera answered these inquires in any way she saw fit, Jiro would work to get his gigai completely on. Filling up the doll of a body. Becoming as corporeal as the rest of them. Leaving Mika along in the back. The only one not yet willing to slip on a mortal visage. Whatever could be the third one’s hesitation? Perhaps...it had something to do with the way he stared at Kiera. Lacking all the charm of Masaru, and all of the obliviousness of Jiro. Certainly he was not the most socially inclined. What was worse than merely an awkward fourth wheel, was the fact that he knew.

Or at least he watched like he did. As though he saw something that the other two were content to miss. Watched, but said nothing. Choosing to remain still and quiet. Until...a wave of reiatsu pushed through the alleyway. A flood of it that travelled past, indiscriminately. Washing over the buildings and down the roadways. Going by, unnoticed by the likes of Masa and Ji. However, Kiera would not be able to ignore it. Not with the talents she had. Not with her...sensitivity. The rush was that of Hollow’s reiatsu.

Though it was extremely weak. Having travelled for quite a ways before getting dispersed by the combined pressure of the city’s residents. The energy told a story of struggle. One that occurred far outside of town. Somewhere out in the dark of the countryside, a powerful Hollow was throwing its spiritual weight about. If Kiera could fight the urge to turn her head and focus towards the source, then she would see Mika fail at the same incentive. Turning quickly towards the direction the energy came. Eyes widening as they had when she first spoke to the three. Yet, once more, remaining quite silent. Unlike…

”So lady, have you met Shinigami before?”

Masaru wanted to kill his best friend. Not completely dead, just enough to really get the frustration out. Jiro wasn’t stupid. Not be any means. Maybe not that wise, but certainly he had his mental talents. Those meant absolutely d*ck in a scenario such as this. Where the boys would have benefited from a healthy dose of subtlety. However, the honest streak that plagued the researcher would be Kiera’s greatest ally. Giving away but after bit of anything she could hope to learn. In time, that is. Assuming that Masaru could be kept distracted enough to not turn his balled fists onto the cheerier fellow. And Mika...well, there was no real telling that one’s thoughts and motivations as of yet. Though what is good science without its share of challenging breakthroughs?

[Kiera Bright]

Keira mentally rolled her eyes during the three's interactions with each other, and their initial interactions with her. They were surprised that she saw them, maybe they were trying to be descreat after all, and if so, why? She thought that they were rather rude. Talking about her like she was not there, or unaware of their conversation. She managed to maintain a pleasant enough look on her face during it however. She didn't want to tip them off just yet. ”Sorry for being rude. You startled us, but we are doing well. Possibly even wonderful.” Looks like we are heading in the right direction now, she thought. ”How about yourself? I can tell you aren’t as surprised as we were. You must be used to...seeing strange things like this.”

"I see some weird things from time to time. Mysterious bowmen, the odd monster or two." She kept it brief for now. ”Which means you know you are safe.” Keira detected the change in his voice. As Masa introduced himself, Keira could tell that he fancied himself a lady's man. She didn't particularly like some of the looks he gave off, but she was willing to role with it knowing she might be able to manipulate him just being a hot young woman. "My name is Keira it is good to meet you." She bowed back might as well be polite. ”This is awesome!” *hic* ”We were hoping there would be humans like you! It means this place really is changing!"

Despite Masa's attempts to quiet his friend, Keira was already getting some information from them. So, they came here specifically for humans that are spiritually aware? What was their purpous? Or was it that he meant young women? It was still hard to tell, but it shouldn't take her long to figure that out.  ”My friends and I are here to look around the city. Take in the sights. Do you happen to live here? Could you recommend some things to see?” Keira shook her head. "No I am from Karakura, I am just visiting myself." She felt the wave of hollow energy flow by. The third shinigami that had been staring at her the entire time turned to look away. Keira fought the urge and noted that seemed to be more aware of energy signatures than his friends. Another piece of important information. 

"I have an idea." She approached the two she had been talking to wrapping her arms around each of them casually turning them to the third shinigami. "Why don't we experience this city together. I am sure I would be safe with three strong men like you. Inside Keira was cringing. She didn't like acting girly or anything like that, but she knew that it would be a good way to get things going. The naive one would be a source of information, and the other would be ok as long as he thought that he was a smooth talker. The third one was going to be a bit more challenging, but she was up for one. It would be boring if it was too easy. 

[Mika]

(OoC: Zef, sorry again! As I explained before, it has been one heeeectic week. Then, to top it off, my whole post gets erased last night when I was finishing it up. Forcing me to start over at the fraken finish line! Whateves. It is done! Hope you enjoy the read, and get ready for a monster mash.)

-Mt Funagata.-

There are truths about the world...that aren’t known in life or death. Things that are and yet are unknown. Mysteries, sometimes. Forgotten memories, others. Knowledge once known and shared that faded. Recollection passing with the last few to remember. Such a truth was hidden quite close by. Embedded in the rocks and in the trees. Apart of the mountain known as Funagata. For once there was a time when the souls of the dead found rest beyond the afterlife. A simpler time where spirits could die without regrets, but not migrate to the other realm. Instead, upon death, the would become one with the world. From the soil to the stones. Within plants, animals, and even the wind. Spirits that gave up their identity to become one with the elements that made their world.

A cycle and rebirth of energy, in countless new forms. These spirits were content. Unpolluted by the regrets that form hollows...or the desires that force them to retain their former identity. They found peace in becoming part of the land. Forgotten, over time, as all who remembered them passed on. Times changing. Until the secret to their serenity was also lost. Leaving the world with only Pluses and Hollows in its modern form. Yet. Because a thing is forgotten, does not mean it is gone. And deep within the mountain...these souls stirred. While on the surface, powerful spirits did battle. Shinigami entangled with a mighty Hollow monstrosity. And in the city that lit the horizon, unwitting scholars continued to look to themselves and their surroundings for what was awakening, far away.

-Sendai-

”Karakura! No way!”, Jiro quickly scooped his arm with Keira’s. Blissfully taking the offered escort. Even happier now that she proved even more interesting than before. Nearly pulling her into a one armed hug in his excitement. ”We know that place! People we know talk about it all the time.” enthusiasm propelling his words at her like an attack. The loud, rambunctious outburst yet another product of delight. Though, delight unnaturally inspired perhaps. The dry smell of rice wine heavy on the young man’s breath. ”Guys! That other Jureichi, the one the officers are always being sent.” Of course mika and Masa knew where she had mentioned. They didn’t need Jiro’s ecstatic explanation. Hell, what Masa needed was less of that energy. It’d make yelling at Ji for getting carried away that much easier.

Still. Harm was done. Plus, this girl was already aware of them. It was possible she’d lived through much worse where she was from. So what was the harm. ”What was it like growin up ther? Did ya see Hollows? Bounts? Fullbringers?!” Jiro’s pinked face stuck close to her. He didn’t mean to be as rude as he was. Keira was just a superstar in his eyes. His drunk, inhibited eyes. It was clear this man was fascinated with things in the human world. Even more so that he probably didn’t get to interact with them often. He was just trying to learn. Albeit in a poor condition. And he wasn’t the only one. Ever since being taken by the arm, Masa had proved much quieter. Hell, he was even a bit more tense than before. Certainly keeping to himself through much of Ji’s inquiry. Though the way he paid attention, and didn’t pull away, showed he retained interest. A lot of it actually. Looking now to Keira much the same way that Jiroshi did. With hopeful eyes and a curious tilt of his head. These boys were dying to learn more about the oddities of the human world. Like research students who finally go to where their theories are truth. Maybe Keira could relate to this one, tenuous similarity? Could she recall ever being excited to finally see her study in live action?

”And what are ya doin this far from home? I thought Karakura was a long way away from ere?” Turning to the others as if one of them had the answer waiting. Giving up on that thought rather quickly as another bright smile painted over his momentary confusion. ”Are you on vacation?!” It was at this point that Masa couldn't hold back anymore. ”Ji, calm down man.” Trying his best to be as delicate as he could with the young lady so near. ”You’re drunk. You need to take it easy.” Well, to this Jiro found his first offense of the night. Puffing out his chest and tightening his arms. Even the one interlocked with Keria’s smaller, paler one. ”I didn’t drink any more than Osamu, or Mika!” Speech sounding rather hurt. Raising his free hand to point at the smaller Shinigami. Who was fidgeting with his own gigai at this point. Finally interested in something besides Keira or the distance echos of reishi. ”That’s my point, Ji. You kept up with them. Now you need to take it easy.” Trying not to be frustrated. Having at least some experience with this. Masa looked down to the shorter girl, and dipped his head.

”Sorry about running into you in such condition. We’re on our own vacation, and...it got off to a strong start.” There was the slightest hint of alcohol on the good looking fellow’s breath, as well. Though far more mild. ”Plus, he’s just overstimulated.” Jiro seemingly struck quiet by embarrassment as Masaru continued. ”We all kinda are. Or, what I mean is…” Changing a bit of that suave for stutter. ”It really is amazing that you’re from Karakura.” A trailing tone of concern in his voice; though light and fleeting. ”The chances of meeting someone from somewhere we know, in such a big city-””Approximately one in seven hundred million.” Masa stood with a straight, unflinching face. Masa’s was a bit more on the surprised side as he continued, ”Yeah, so. It is really nice to meet you is what I am trying to say.” Giving Mika the “what the hell, man” glare. The third seemed to ignore it. Even if it was obvious. ”If you wouldn’t mind. We would love to hear about your hometown.” Again, not acting quite the same now that Keira was all up on his arm. Speaking much more softly instead of pushing some sort of confidence. ”Like Jiro said, we’ve heard so many things about it. Never actually met someone who lived there, though. So that would be a first.” Just what could Keira tell Shinigami about Karakura? Even better, what would she choose to tell them. After all, there was nothing keeping her honest with this lot. They seemed, for better or worse, to look to her as a font of knowledge. Within were all the answers to their sincere curiosities. ”So, what was it lik-”

”Can we get off the street?” The voice spoke up in interruption. It didn’t sound so much urgent, as it did annoyed. Mika looking all three of them bundled together across from him. Giving the impression that he wasn’t entirely pleased with what he saw. But, as Keira should have noted by now, this was nit uncommon. The other two seemed quite accustomed to Mika being distant and displeased. ”We came here to see the city. Let's do that.” Turning his dark, little eyes towards Jiroshi. ”We should get you some tea. Only way you are going to stay up through the night. And I won’t be carrying you if you pass out.” Trying not to reference his missing arm, but...well. ”Also. Maybe we could…”, the deep sound of a rumbling tummy raising up where his voice should have continued, ”Get some food. Something to dry up Jiro’s head.” Already the sauced Shini was starting to laugh.

Masa, while as entertained as Ji, chose to hold back the laughs ”Yeah, sure. We’ll get some food for Jiro. Come on Ji, let’s go find you some food.” The moment certainly lighthearted enough, even if Keira’s senses could detect the uneasiness hidden within it. After all, there was a monster somewhere out there. Big and powerful. And it was bound to get hungry eventually. Where better to find a meal than this city? Who better than the likes of four spiritually potent beings...such as theirselves? It would do them well to be ready and sober if something did come for them. Surely Keira could understand that? Surely it wouldn’t interfere with her plans to build trust with them? And all the vulnerability that comes with it? If not...she would get her chances to speak up. ”So, Keira was it? Know somewhere we can get some food and have some fun?”

”We already have a destination.”, she would have to be patient a little longer. ”We’ll go there.” Pointing out towards the street. To the bright lights that illuminated the populated thoroughfares. He drew their attentions to a large, digital billboard. Across its face were moving images of all colors. It displayed, quite brightly, an advertisement for a local shopping district. A location named Izumi. A whole neighborhood of shops, stalls, and entertainment venues. The whole of the district an attraction in its own rights. The message ending with directions. Instructions on how to find Izumi within the sprawling cityscape. It was as easy as boarding a train and exiting at the district’s own station. Masaru and Jiroshi both gave nods of approval. One turning to their guest, ”That looks like fun. Have you been there yet, Keira? Seems like something at least seeing.” Only a flicker of that former boldness showing itself. ”Would you be up for us escorting you?”

Pushing past them, the smaller Shinigami came busting through their little group hug. Mostly because three people standing side by side in an alley in Japan-of-all-countries was effectively a roadblock. Mika wasn’t about to wait for their tag along to disrupt their planned excursion. No matter how interesting she may be. ”Let's get moving. We don’t have all night.” The third reaper looked different. Dressed, now, in a poorly fitted business suit. Attire that fit in very well with the human world. An outfit matching the ones worn by Ji and Masa. With one, clear, exception. The gigais they used were fully equipped. Coming with four limbs, standard. Mika’s too. As stupid as it was. By his side swung the limb, useless arm. An awkward looking hiccup in his disguise. One that Jiro couldn’t ignore, ”Ha...hahahah! I guess we have an answer!” Breaking away from the rest. Running up to Mika’s side. Jiro grabbed up the arm by the wrist and wobbled it around.

All while Mika kept walking...trying to ignore his antics for the childishness they were. ”Sorry bout ya dead weight, bud.” The taller chap throwing an arm over the frustrated one’s shoulders. Biting his lip as he tried to hold back his snickers. Watching Mika’s face. Hoping for a reaction. That moment of dawning comprehension…so when it didn’t come. ”Get it?” kekkekkek “Dead...weight.” Mika wasn’t giving him the credit he thought his pun deserved. His gigai, without the white makeup the boy sported before, turning pink with aggravation. Fortunately, Ji was in enough bottles to give himself the praise he thought he earned. Breaking out into further laughter before waving at Masa and Keira. ”Come on! He’s mikan that angry face. We’d better hurry before the baby gets even crankier.” The two of them marching off to the nearby train station.

-Inari Line, Car 5-

The train ride proved to be a much quieter affair than the alley. Well, if only at the start. The train ride was a cozy one. The rhythmic sound of wheels passing over tracks permeated everything. Isolated by steel and glass; the outside world seemed a picture of peace and calm. The city was blanketed in the late night dark. Yet, shimmer with the warming glow of inviting lights. Things seemed almost frozen as the train floated past them on an elevated railway. It made it possible for the Shinigami to get a good look at a mortal city. In a way they simply had never seen before. It should be a strange site. Not just for them as foreigners, but for Keira. In a way. To see people seeing something new with such fascination. Cold she relate to that sense of discovery and wonder? Hmmm...how about the uncertainty? The knowledge that somewhere out in those shadows, terrible things could lurk? Such was the nature of the spirit world in the realm of the living. Only bad things creeped among the lights and the shadows alike. Only Karakura having the benefit of good souls occupying it as well…mostly.

Regardless. The train ride interlude gave a moment for contemplation. What helped the most was Jiroshi passing out the second his head hit cushion. And that cushion was Mika’s head. The angry boy unable to push the heavier one off. Trapped as he was with a grimace. Adjacent from this adorable display of suffering was Masa and Keira. Assuming she did not chose to abandon them. Only still locked at the arms if she had kept it up. Watching Jiroshi snore was quite amusing. Especially for Masa who waited for some droll to eventually fall onto Mika’s forehead. And the cataclysm that would follow. Until such hysterical apocalypse came to pass, ”So what is living in the human world like? Not just Karakura...but, all of it. What do you do to have fun?” Once again. The first parts of his questions were more sincere. There was at least a fraction of sweetness to the tone. Genuine interest and what have you. Hoping that with the train ride and momentary lull in energy, Keira might open up some. Though...the last part had him fcking up. Almost like the release of nervous energy. He just couldn’t manage the last question without it sounding like he was trying to lay down a line.

In the end she didn’t have to answer. For, whether or not she did, Masa was looking to tell her more. Having her talk first would mean he was returning the favor. Repaying her for her “honesty” with some of his own. If she kept to herself, then he would do so as an attempt to build that bridge. Maybe buy a few answers about Karakura or herself by trading his own. Never realizing that his niceties were unwanted currency to one such as her. Speaking softly, without ever noticing her distaste, ”This is nice.” Examining the train. Listening to the rhythmic clacking of the tracks. The world, beautifully lit. The young woman sitting nearby. Admiring the calm that prevailed. ”We don’t do things like this often. Hell...ever really.” His attention drawn back to the pair sitting across from him and Keira. Thoughts stumbling as he tried to avoid more questions. Choosing instead, to follow through with more from his honest self. ”This is all new to us, but I’d bet its boring for you.” Glancing to the girl. Trying not to drop his eyes from her own. Referencing the vast expanse of human civilization outside. ”Karakura is probably far more exciting. We’re actually here because of Karakura.”

Mika perking up at this new supposition. ”Since Jiro couldn’t contain himself. And since you’re from there. You probably know that we your hometown is a Jureichi.” Masa was smiling as he disclosed, but Mika was not. This new line of discussion had him turning his attention away from Keira for once. Watching Masa with that same uncertain curiosity. Not interrupting, though. ”It has a excessive concentration of reiryoku. Umm, that energy that you humans call “dark energy”. It's what causes all the, uh, ghosts...and the people who can see them.” Masa went on, certain that she was at least familiar with the concepts of ghosts. She saw and was unsurprised by them, after all. Still unaware just how much she knew. How much she had seen...and done. ”What makes your home so “important”, is how rare such a place is.” Getting a little excited about the idea. Masa’s smile growing a smidge more, naturally confident; while he was in his element. ”There are only a few around this entire planet. And we’re here because we think this place is becoming one. Changing into it.” There it was. Their purpose rolled out with zeal. Masa revealed to be just as forthcoming as Jiro. Maybe even worse.

Mika clearly put outby this level of honesty, but yet still...avoided interruption. Returning to his vigilant watch of the girl. Just in time for Jiro to shift and choke in his sleep. A momentary lapse in his snoring that also happened to suck back in the long drop of saliva that had threatened to splash on Mika’s painted forehead. The sight causing Masa to chuckle, ”The theory is actually his.” Pointing out the slumbering drunkard. ”You should have him tell you about it when he’s not like...this. He does the description more justice.” Tilting his head towards her, speaking much quieter. ”You wouldn’t thi k it, but he’s a genius. Intelligent well beyond his years.” The soft words failed to remain a secret. Producing a noticeable ire in the smaller Shinigami. ”He’s not that smart. We’re all “intelligent beyond our years”. That's why we’re here, and others aren’t.” While Masa heard the gripe, he didn’t pay it any real mind. Having learned the futility of trying to argue or correct his one armed peer long ago. ”Regardless. We are eager to see this place during this possible transformation. To see how it affects the people who live here. If they will become like you and your neighbors. Plus…” Scooting a sly bit closer to her. ”To see how humans choose to have fun with their lives.” Man. He tried really hard to be sincere and real for all that time...just to fudge it up at the finish. For then the train gave a jerk. Slowing as it began its arrival into Izumi station. Tossing the four of them enough to...

Drip.

”Damn it, Jiro! Wake up you dribbling fool!”

The train had reached its destination. Doors opening and depositing the gang within a mass of quickly moving people. Each and everyone of them silent, as was public custom in this land. The massive crowd all working their way to board the train the tourists were exiting. They, the common crowd, were done with their evening romp. All of them heading home before the hour grew any later. The quartet finding the the shopping district was still quite alive. Filled, now, we the: youthful, irresponsible, and hoodlum crowds. Intrepid couples. Enthusiastic businessmen. Ruffians who saw themselves as gangsters at home in the dark...even if they were more suited to a high school slumber party. Those that had nothing to risk staying out past the last running train. And, of course, the Shinigami and their guest. Izumi was their’s to explore. A winding, long alley way that was modern and quite classy. Within its stretching body were countless establishments that remained open even into this late hour. Many of them retailers and bars. The occasional game hall or karaoke to break them up. All of them pouring noise into the central thoroughfare that linked them together.

Bursting from the train with rejuvenated vigor; Jiro marched himself into the opening plaza of this mortal marvel. Pointing his free hand at all the most brightly colored shops. His other arm tucked tightly at his side. Restraining Mika in a sturdy headlock. ”Look at this place! I love it! What do you think, Mik?” No answer coming to him. The smaller scientists words muffled into Ji’s business coat. The captor turning to motion the other pair onward. ”Come on, lovers. Catch up! Let's get us some drinks. I want to see if they have a pub. One with those crazy cups that have arms and flappy lips.”...utter fucking nonsense…”Frankenstein! Yeah, one of those!” Yeah, real genius. Couldn’t even remember what the proper name of a stein was. But Jiroshi was right about something. There were plenty of pubs to choose from in this place. The entire borough was very westernized. Having many of the shops one would hope to see in Europe. Meaning there would undoubtedly be something worth seeing for everyone. In particular, a certain attraction was already drawing attention. In a way that was practically unavoidable. For the moment they exited the train, the group would detect the most alluring of scents in the air. A sweet and bitter mix of tasty smells.

Permeating all around them. Calling them. Tempting them with the heavenly flavor of chocolate and sugary treats. The tempting fragrance coming from very close by. A shop clearly modeled after a Swiss bakery. One with the most peculiar of names, “Gefährliche Geschmäcke”. The two G’s written far larger than the rest, and in a style that mimicked a western signature. Written in the local script were the symbols for ji. Twice. Implying that the locals simply referred to the establishment as GG’s. A deliciously stocked candy shop...that already had its claws dug into Jiro. ”Oh, now that smells good!” It wasn’t until he started marching off with Mika in tow, that Masa yelled out to him. Having intended to scream something like, “Hey, wait up!” or “Slow down, Ji!” Instead, all he managed was a raise of his hand. In doing so his wrist slid from his jacket sleeve. On it a small device was revealed. The same size and general design as an ordinary watch. The difference...was that it began emitting a terrible noise. The kind one might suspect as an alarm, yet far more subtle and somehow...menacing. Masa quickly reigned the gadget back. Looking to the display which showed two distinct images. One looked something like the digital representation of a Richter scale. One that was going wild. Above this was a small indicator. An arrow, like the one you might see on a compass. It was pointing straight towards the chocolate shop. Past the entrance where Jiroshi carried Mika through. ”H-Hollow…”

The color in Masa’s cheeks seemed to drain. His original delight fading with it. Though there was no visual indication of such a monster inside. Though there was no disturbance in spiritual pressure to suggest a strong being was nearby. He seemed quite sure that the device was telling him an accurate truth. Somewhere inside the shop was a lurking terror. And Keira’s subjects were marching into its clutches.