First Day On The Job (Lazarus/Nanaly)

Lazarus had come to Japan as part of his first mission, apparently there's been an increase in hollow activity in the area, and as a result, more humans have been attacked or even killed. It was strange to see a sudden increase in hollows seemingly out of nowhere, but then again anything was possible in this realm, for all he knew someone could be luring them out for one reason or another. He had been tasked with investigating the area of activity and dispatching any hollows he deemed enough of a threat to the surrounding populace. It was unfortunate that such a thing was happening, however Lazarus didn't see it the same way as his superiors, though he'd never openly admit to it. In his eyes this was just the natural order of things, hollows eat souls, humans have to die one way or another, and everything is in balance. This uptick in hollows might simply be related to an uptick in human births, but it wasn't like anyone looked into the specifics of that, just go out and kill the hollows they say, no thought to how that might effect anything else.

The cirmson-haired Quincy found himself sitting in a farther large park, and although it was midday with the sun hanging high in the sky, the park itself was relatively quiet. There were a few people here and there but nothing like he imagined it to be, perhaps the humans were still busy with work or whatever it was they got up to during the daylight hours. A sigh escaped him as he found a bench to sit on, sun-kissed skin a stark contrast to the amber eyes that scanned the environment around him. He wore unassuming clothing, a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, both grey in color, with a pair of black sneakers. As he sat there he would start the process of investigation, first, he'd open his mind to the spiritual world around him, letting his sense of spiritual energy scan the area. Next Lazarus would go about controlling his reiatsu output, holding it for a moment, and then letting it rise back to its normal level after a few seconds. He'd repeat this process while he sat on the bench, more or less using his spiritual energy as a ping for anything around that would sense it. This served the purpose of alerting any hollows in the area of a tasty morsel that was ripe for the picking, but in the same vein, it also called out to any that might be spiritually aware. If he happened to find anyone who could sense him, it might prove to be more interesting than just fighting off some lowly hollows.

The sensation of a chill ran down his spine as the presence of a hollow came into range, feeling the monster stalk about somewhere behind him, prey sitting ready for the taking. While it did feel like a low-level hollow anything was possible, and he wouldn't get up from his spot, going so far as to pretend he was unaware of the hollow entirely. He wanted to see how close it got before actually attacking, he would be ready to draw his weapon if needed, but it was better to study the creature's movements and actions before dispatching it, or that was the plan at least.

'Oh well this is interesting, let's see how this plays out.' Lazarus thought to himself at the presence of another coming into range. Given the pathing and speed, they were moving quickly, and from an angle that meant they weren't bound to the earth, someone was flying. Content to see the events play out before him, Lazarus remained stationary as this would-be protector came in to save him from the hollow hunting him. His eyes would catch sight of the arrows as they were fired, counting them off as they flew by, sensing them all the while to hear and sense the hollow falling victim to the third shot. His amber hues fell upon the woman who had defeated the hollow, taking in the sight of his savior with mild intrigue. Taking in information about this stranger for his report if nothing else, Lazarus would make a mental note of anything he thought might be worth remembering, like the fact that she had fired arrows and was sitting on a reishi broom. If he had to venture a guess his mind would come to the conclusion that she was a Quincy like himself, and as such he would pull his peft hand from the pocket of his joggers to reveal the Quincy cross specific to the Vandenreich. It served the purpose of giving his being here legitimacy as well as letting her know what kind of person she was talking to, a fellow Quincy.

"Pretty sure you're supposed to start by introducing yourself when talking to someone, but hey, I can't complain much after you took the time out of your day to come help." His other hand would come out to join together with his left in front of him, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward with a smile. He had to be inviting enough to not scare her away without being too friendly, he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about the organization he worked for after all. "I'm just out on reports of increased hollow activity, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?"

Her lack of acknowledgment when he showed the cross was a sign that she might not be as aware of the organization as he first assumed, interesting to have found a Quincy who wasn't a part of it, even more so that she had no information about it. Lazarus took a mental note of her moving away from him, as well as what she said about the increase in activity which would confirm the reports they were getting. "Well you'd be correct in that spiritual beings can be particularly interesting to hollow, considering the stronger the soul they eat the stronger they in turn become. My name is Lazarus, I work with the Vandenreich to protect the people of this world from the other beings who might be of danger or harm to them."

"It would make sense that more of us would be dispatched to deal with the problems, though I can't say for sure if all of the Quincy you've met have been with us or not. There are several sects and family lineages that separated generations ago, much like any large group of people do at some point." She mentioned that her father also dealt with the hollows in the area, he wondered just how wide that range of territory spanned for a pair of Quincy.

Lazarus sat up a bit more to look at Nanaly, smiling a bit more as he spoke once more. "Does your father travel far to deal with these monsters, or is it more keeping the local population low?"

His mind was still open to the world around them, scanning the area around them every couple of seconds to make sure nothing else was creeping around in the park. It would be a shame to cut their conversation short due to some pesky little hollows.

He would nod along as he listened, a small affirmation of his attention to show her respect as she spoke. It was surprising to find that only two Quincy were looking over such a large area, it would explain much of why Lazarus had been sent out, something to think about as he continued to scan the area as they had their conversation. "I can imagine how exhausting it would be to have to hunt for hours at a time, though I'm sure travel is pretty easy with that broom of yours. Tell you what, why don't you help me help you, if you know where the hollows are more concentrated I can help in the effort to keep them from attacking other people. I'd have to do the searching myself otherwise, and that takes time, more time means more hollows, I'm sure you get the picture."

His tone was matter-of-factly, though it wasn't condescending by any means, more so the way a businessman would strike up a bargain with a potential customer. It helped that she had an idea of what the organization did, however, that left a grey area for misinterpretation that he wasn't fond of. He'd have to see how she felt about them as the day went on, perking up a bit at the sensation of something creeping into the realm from another. Lazarus would sit up, turning to look in the general direction of the presence, too far to see but just at the edge of his range of spiritual awareness. "They weren't kidding about the hollow problem huh..."