MAGICAL GIRLS AND FOX GIRLS. IS THIS JAPAN?

Another day and another patrol. It was weird, Vandenreich was all over the place. It seemed to be growing pretty big and as they were the presence of Shadow Fall was loosening. It felt less like Shadow Fall now though and more like a bunch of loose demon groups that had made their homes in America and therefore more willing to defend it to the death.

It was pretty unfortunate but her job wasn't the lives of Demons or people. It was in fact, the protection of the Soul Cycle. Yep, yep and with her familiarity of America thus far it's why she always found herself travelling here.

"Hey there little guy, don't worry. I'm Mikocchi, are you doing okay?"

She asked the little boy with an eroding chain. He looked sick and it was pretty close to being finished. Good thing she was here to save him from being a hollow. Spending a good half an hour chatting with him and reassuring before he felt comfortable to undergo the konso process and get sent to Soul Society.

"It's okay. Mikocchi promises it'll be okay after this, okay? No one will hurt ya."

When he vanished the fox girl gave a good sniff. Did she smell the faint scent of a person. It took her a moment to think about whether or not she call out her shikai and get Tenken to sniff out the person but if it was a poor soul or hurt person then she didn't want to scare 'em.

America was a strange place compared to her homeland, something to be expected, but still shocking, to say the least. She wasn't really there to aid the Quincy in driving out whatever remained of demonkind in America, despite being half-demon herself, she wasn't seeking out souls to purify and send them to the Soul Society -- though she would if she came across any -- she was mainly there to see what America was like.

All she knew about it was what she had heard about it through the rumors and stories passed around back home, and the experiences that her brother had when he had returned from the front. Thus, it was fairly expected that her knowledge was extremely limited, extremely negative, and obscenely focused. From what she had found so far, America had been a fairly interesting place.

There were countless amounts of things that she recognized from the days of their debut and creation in Japan having been imported, be it food, technology, or media, and she certainly could appreciate that the wonders that she knew in her younger years before her death had become a trend in more than just Japan. The girl smiled softly as she rounded the corner, her smile fading instantly and her body locking up just as quickly.

A Gotei Shinigami was standing there -- and they were...a fox girl. It was a mixture of shock, concern, fear, and confusion all at once as she found herself staring at the fox girl in disbelief. She could detect faint traces of spiritual energy in the air -- she must have been there to perform a Konso, and Kitarune just...had to basically walk right into her, didn't she? Very slowly beginning to take a step backward, she kept a hand ready to pull out a hairpin and turn it back into her Zanpakuto.

Even if she was ready for conflict, she was still practically a deer in headlights right now.

She stared at the intruder. Her ears flicking while she gave a studious look to the purple haired girl. Who was she? Time to check it out and investigate, she jumped at Kitarune. Not really showing much speed befitting really powerful foe.

Himiko was strong in other areas though, closing the distance and sniffing Kitarune.

"Oh wow, your hair is totes cute. Who are ya? I'm Himiko, Shikamura Himiko. I'm like totally cool and cutest of the Seventh Division. So what squad are you from Miss Mystery Shinigami?"

This was her power. The power of talking to people, kind of. Until they got bored, annoyed or tired from hearing her talk. Himiko never got tired of her own voice though. Never ever... Ever.

As the fox Shinigami leaped forward, closing the distance between herself and Kitarune without much trouble, Kitarune jumped as the woman was suddenly a lot closer to her, and the hairpin between her fingers turned back into her Zanpakuto, a long naginata polearm as she kept a tight grip on it, ready to attack if need be -- only for the Shinigami suddenly start...sniffing her.

The mage blinked a few times in confusion, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, the words that came out of the fox girl's mouth only drove her into further stunned silence, followed by her cheeks flushing red at the compliment. Blinking a few times and shaking her head, while also trying her best to hide the naginata behind her back, she managed to find the words to say something, at least.

"Um, t-thanks. I'm...Kitarune Astillon -- er, I guess it should be 'Astillon, Kitarune'. I'm not part of a Division, because, well, I'm not with the Gotei."

She paused, her head lowering as she thought of what to say, lifting her head to return her gaze to Himiko. Dismissing her Zanpakuto back to her Inner World as she slowly wrapped her arms around herself, looking to the side for a moment before shaking her head and sighing softly. She really had fallen out of the habit of her homeland, everything to the surnames, to honorifics -- but, a few centuries in a lawless land would do that to a person.

"It's, uh, nice to meet you, Himiko. I'm glad that you like my hair. I was looking around because I sensed a spirit and I was gonna perform a Konso, but, you got here first and purified him."

Part of her wanted to just run, right there and now, say that she had to leave and get the hell out of there. She still kept the thought of re-summoning her Zanpakuto in mind, just on the off-chance that she would need it again. She really doubted that she would, but, she kept it in mind. She didn't trust anyone from the Gotei -- or anything about the Gotei. Even with what Hannah had said to her, she just couldn't let go of what had happened to Katsu. Perhaps it was just stubbornness, but the mage's antsiness was definitely showing.

"What? That's so weird. Almost all the Shinigami I know are part of the Gotei. Are you part of some organisation here or something... Oh, oh. Don't tell me, it's the Vandenreich, right?"

She almost wanted to make a guessing game out of it, it was a jolly thing to do. These patrols got lonely sometimes. Her attention wasn't held long though, she fiddled with her hair while thinking about Kitarune's words.

"Do a konso? Yeah, I did. I'm pretty cool like that. Nothing gets past me. I sniff 'em out and send 'em to the Soul Society real good like."

Himiko laughed, it was a good joke in her head and you could never not laugh enough. It made you smile and then it made you happy.

Was it really that common for Shinigami to be paired up with the Gotei? Admittedly, that gave her more anxiety. If that were true, then would it only be a matter of time before she was forced into the Gotei? Would she have to hide from them in order to be safe and not stand out?

But, as if it were nothing, Himiko quickly dismissed changed subjects, asking if she were a part of an organization on Earth, but as Kitarune went to open her mouth and respond, she said not to tell her. So, she shut her mouth, now just awkwardly standing there as the fox Shinigami tried to guess what she was a part of. But, as soon as the thought came, it seemed to go away -- with Himiko choosing to focus on her mention of a Konso.

She couldn't help but laugh a little bit -- from what she understood, Konso was extremely basic for Shinigami, as well as one of their basic duties. For some reason, Himiko saying she was "cool like that" in regards to Konso made her laugh, it was a good kind of laugh. A laugh that seemed to calm her down, to make her anxieties slowly recede -- something that made her feel safe.

"Well, if you're so good at it, I guess I must be pretty average, especially since you got here first."

Giggling softly, Kitarune sighed as she relaxed, smiling warmly while keeping a hand on her sleeve.

"I'm not a part of any organization right now. I'm still just trying to adjust to everything, because, I've been in the Rukongai for over...I think six-hundred years. I'm so far out of my time, and I don't understand anything about the world anymore, much less my own homeland. Everything's so different, and it's so overwhelming."

"Nope. Don't worry, kiddo, you'll pick it up eventually. I bet."

Himiko affirmed that she was probably the better, after all, one of them was a kid and the other was an adult. She just nodded to herself, all the way up until she heard the talk of being over six-hundred years old. This girl was hundreds of years older than her?

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Back up sweetie, you're totally that old? No way. Awww, it's okay. If ya want I can take you somewhere, you'd need to come back with me though to Soul Society. I am here on a patrol though hehe. Can't be slacking~"

The woman immediately stopped talking as Himiko began showing disbelief of her age, blinking a few times. But, just as she was about to remark on it, Himiko mentioned going back with her to Soul Society, and that she was out there on patrol. Kitarune froze in place, her hand slowly moving away from her side as her Zanpakuto began to manifest again in her hand.

Immediately, a wave of anxiety crashed into her as her eyes went wide, the woman's body trembling slightly as she started to take a step back, her knuckles turning white as she instantly held a death grip on the polearm. Her voice grew quiet and small, with Kitarune starting to stammer as she started to slowly move the naginata in front of her.

"N-No, that's fine...why don't we j-just stay here? Earth is really nice, and, I...I need to figure out what's changed in Japan since I've been here last. Y-You know, almost six hundred years since I've been there, I think."

A forced smile began to form across her lips, and if she had been any physically stronger, she might have started to crack the handle of her own Zapkauto from how tightly she came to grip it.

"Plus, I-I doubt anyone in Soul Society would want me! I'm not that special, so, I can just...stay here, you know?"

"Now listen here, kiddo. You don't gotta go back if you don't wanna but you better put that thing away."

She pointed nonchalantly at the zanpakuto. Himiko's first concern was the danger here, she wasn't going to deal with anything until the hostile act of pulling out a zanpakuto was addressed. It was just the smart thing to do and Himiko might be out here making rocket ships but she had a bit of it all figured out up in her head. She was totes on top of everything.

"Um, Japan. It's alright. Kind of weird, I don't like it personally. It's full of weirdos but I guess it is the place that exists just below where I live so I have to acknowledge it somewhat. Is that were you're from? You've got a funny sounding name for a Jappon person, how do you spell it?"

Despite the fact Himiko's name was of Japanese origin and the culture was wrapped up in Soul Society, she was not a big fan of the actual living world equivalent of it. Just wasn't as fun. She wasn't good at dealing with people having nervous breakdowns, plus this girl said she was older than her by like a whole six times if she was right. Older people were meant to be the one's taking care of younger people, not the other way around.