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In this time of war, even the world of the living was not free of the Demons hiding in their midst. Of course there were havens free of the more public evils that ravaged the planet, but the unknowns remained just under their noses, perhaps even in their own ranks. The predator's false eyes looked over the utopia the remainder of Humanity had forged. Science had progressed vastly since the earlier age of Karakura, a time it knew only by stolen memory. The towering buildings, hovering fortress and countless armed soldiers that filled Karakura had turned it into quite the powerhouse. Through the seldom times it had come to the world of the living, observing the greater monuments of the near-apocalyptic place it had become took priority in its book for the time. There wasn't a need to spread chaos when things were so consumed by that aspect already. Still, the more fortified places like these clung to an order nearly a kin to the way things once were. Surely disrupting it would be fun, but it wasn't something currently in its power.
Fitting of the world it now resided in, the masked fiend took the body of a more innocent soul. It rested in the flesh of a Human; a young woman no older than twenty; though adorned in the gear of a hunter. Her hair was a darker pink, eyes crimson and skin a tanned white. Various firearms, daggers, and new-age weaponry were holstered on her attire for the chance encounters with Hollow kind Before their meeting, the subject served as a soldier, taking out the few Hollows that crossed through the forest and neared the Utopian city. She sat above a large branch in a tree not far from the city limits, but a distance from the barriers and other contraptions that kept the fragile order of Karakura in place. The sun was just now beginning to set, the bright light that once covered the sky dimming, but still present. Hollows were more active under the cover of shadow, matching the reason the hunter chose a time close to the present to make their rounds. Of course, one could never expect the monstrosity they met not too long ago.
A struggle had taken place, but before a transmitter could be activated to signal for help, darkness consumed her. Now it laid claim to a new host, slowly adjusting to their body and taking in their power and memory for its own. It was odd inhabiting a woman again. It didn't have a true gender, the true physical manifestation simply being an eldritch abomination fit for battle. Still, the stolen personality of multiple subjects had lead it to develop a more male mentality; so the flesh coat of a female form seemed a little unfitting.. It wasn't problematic enough to effect it outside a mental tic in the confines of the future deceased's soul. Every now and then the woman's eyes looked down, scanning the forest floor for others. Given their guise, it could only be assumed they were still on the watch for the coming hoard of Hollow that ventured through the night.
Surprisingly the fiend took much enjoyment from watching the sun slowly descend. Many people enjoyed the sight of the sun's fall, but the creature did for much more nefarious reasons. The darkness, not unlike other Demons of the night, served as the grounds where it was strongest and had the most freedom in the world of the living. The constant night of Hueco Mundo made the passing of day to night feel less like a time of prosper, but the day itself being a time of weakness. With the sun's light coming to an end, any restriction left on it would pass soon. It was just a matter of waiting patiently. The dulled red light continued to rain over the forest, the woman's eyes looking over the darkening landscape below them periodically. It wondered, would there be any others around the Forest? Perhaps someone more interesting than the wanderer it now inhabited..Only time would tell.
Minutes passed, only the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees and the faded sounds of the city gracing the forest. The red light passing down began to dim, the latter transitions to the eternal night coming to be. This silence did not remain for long, the distant cracking of fallen twigs and the subtle footsteps of another entity drawing close. The Human remained still in the trees above, her thoughts interrupted and instead focusing on the disturbance. It couldn't be another Hollow, or they would be a lot louder than this. It was too loud to count for most animal life, were any to remain active in this Hollow-infested place.
The woman craned her head, looking down from above to see a not-so-distant figure. While certainly not a Hollow, they definitely weren't a normal person either. Though their power seemed inferior by what could be sensed, the dragonian aspects of their person and the seldom unknown robes of the Shinigami told a tale of abnormality. Even in the ranks of the death gods, such mythical traits were extremely rare. The parasite wondered just what one would be doing a midst the forest in night. The potential numbers in Hollow were too many in some areas of the forest, and one such as this Shinigami didn't pose an apparent threat to the stronger of their kind. The hunter leaned back further from her spot on the branch, purposely falling back in an instant. Before gravity could seize her and take the woman to the forest floor; her feet dug into the branch, special material in the bottom of the footwear reacting with trace amounts of spiritual energy to create a bonding effect with any material it touched, The result was the hunter standing upside down from the bottom of the branch, viewing the world through inverse eyes. Her gaze fixated on the dragonian Shinigami, ruby-red eyes looking over the horns, tail, and fins protruding from their body.
After a moment of potentially disturbing looks of examination, the Human girl spoke in calm, but authoritative tone. "You know its dangerous to roam this forest near the break of night. Powerful Hollows still roam this place, ones that even most Shinigami could have trouble with. " Her hands rested near the holsters of twin daggers reinforced to combat the Hollows and Demons that would come through the shadows and approach Karakura. "Were you just on your way to the city, or do you have some other reason for being here at this time?" The parasite took the guise of the guardian, playing the role of the woman it possessed flawlessly and perfectly capturing her original likeness in each word. Her eyes portrayed the emotion and feeling of one attuned to combat, but out of a protective nature for those around her in opposition to the malevolence of the serpent in shadows. Standing her ground under the branch, the nameless soul waited for the Shinigami's response, unsure what direction to take this meeting from that moment on.
The Human kept her stance under the tree' limb, defying the laws of physics as the dragon-like girl made her retort. For one having the features of a mythical monstrosity, she certainly had an oddly innocent act behind it. In a time like this where war, tension, and literal Hell on Earth ravaged the land; such things were far less common to see in people. As much as the uniqueness of it interested it, the innocence also bothered it. Such creatures devoid of some form of nefarious will and spite didn't do much good for its own ambitions at all. Yet, doing anything so close to the closed city of Karakura could surely merit some problems it would be better of without. Perhaps she might know something worth prodding for. Being a Shinigami, they had a wealth of information even Hollow kind in the age of evolution had seldom access to.
The woman disbanded the spiritual particles on her shoes, breaking the link between the branch and herself. In a skilled fall, she landed on her feet only a short distance from the dragon. Her ruby eyes maintained a somewhat serious flare despite the more benevolent aspects of her being on display. Her statement remained true though, a testament of a growing soldier just making their first steps in the world. She mustn't have been very experienced yet, perhaps contributing to such a shell ;of childishness. That would come to end one day though, especially in a time as theirs. Keeping up its performance, the puppet spoke again, her tone mellowing out only a little.
"That is all fine and dandy, but there is one problem. You can't choose the Hollow you meet, and not all of them here are easily bested fodder. You could easily find one above your caliber and meet a premature execution. You should have at least brought back up or something." That was, if she did and they just hadn't shown up yet. The woman's eyes searched through the canopy for a moment, feeling for any spiritual resonance aside their own and the various Hollows dotting the land further inward. It didn't seem like it, but they could always be hiding. Even the secondary sensory at its disposal couldn't find a trace. At least for now, they were mostly alone. At the comment of another soul unknown, she could only assume the stature of the mentioned combatant to be some higher ranking member of her squad.
"I don't know who that is, but fighting them is part of my job. I work as a private body guard, mostly for the less spiritually gifted that wander the land trying to get from one safe haven to another. I'm here to keep some of them from getting too close to the city and causing problems for the people there. It also suffices as decent practice as well." There was a time when this place hadn't been infested by Hollows, a time long past that neither itself or the host had direct memory of. Now hoards were tucked away in the shadows, waiting for the dusk of night to feast on those foolish enough to leave the confines of the attempted Utopia Karakura had become since the dawn of war.
The child-like thoughts of the Shinigami went above even normal innocence. Guardian angels? The very concept seemed hilarious in that context. In a much darker upbringing and conception like the parasite's, such warm outlooks on everything seemed absurd. Even with the perceptions of others filling its mind of more peaceful and benevolent times, talking with someone that so endorsed a view of the world in such light struck the feeling of the unorthodox. The woman's eyes blinked at her words. She was a hired gun, not some soldier for the Vanguard out to help anyone on a whim. Even before the darkness entered the pictured, that was a few she carried strongly.
"As I said, I'm a private guard. That means I don't work for the city or the Vanguard. Even my rounds out here are part of a job I'm being paid for. I'm not going to just leave the spot to keep you from getting yourself hurt and risk some of them crossing the line I've set up between here and Karakura. " As that was mentioned, the woman moved her eyes to scan the trees to the left, then the right. Everything looked clear right now, but it was only the beginning of night. The sun had just set and the monsters of the forest were sure to begin ther approach. Masked in darkness, one had to be at their utmost caution to catch any dangers that passed.
At the Shinigami's further prodding of what the woman was capeable of, she shrugged. Despite being a death god, she acted a lot more like a Human that had just attained the slightest touch of spiritual awareness and was trying to figure everything out from the most infantile state of spiritual knowledge. " No flying or anything like that. I'm strong enough though. Effective reaction time, standard things any decent warrior should be able to do. My specialty is in my weapons though. They're more than a match for most things I tend to deal with." She briefly gestured to the various small items scattered over her attire. Not only were there multiple daggers, but small firearms, explosives, various gadgets for all sorts of things and slightly visible metal plating under the cloth fibers of her outfit.
"Though if you want, you can stick around here. Can't tell you when they'll be here, or how strong or how many, but they always come this way at some point in the night." the hunter sensed through the forest once more, everything coming back to her like a pulsar moving out, then returning with everything she needed to know. They were definitely out there, but the question remained when they would come and how strong they could turn out to be. It was at this time the creature began to get caught up in its own fallacy again, taking the mind set of the victim it inhabited and playing out her role in things more extensively than need be...It would snap out of it eventually though..It had become a problem the fiend needed to sort out when putting on these more long-terms ruses.