The shepherd and the reaper [Group R./ Closed. Sacha]

Sacha had just been through one of the longest days in his life, hunting down hollows and explaining situations to the public. Combat and democracy with the local police was always so taxing. Other spirits such as the Shinigami had much easier times when facing hollows, they couldn't be seen doing it after all. While humans such as Sacha, pulling out firearms in front of locals in order to destroy evil spirits that nobody else can see. Thankfully, he had identification that allowed him to get away with it. Although some humans were keen to shoot before finding out, namely the police themselves, although commonly there were civilians with guns that also didn't give him a chance to explain. Thankfully, Sacha isn't a normal human. His speed is supernatural, in letting him dodge bullets, those that police and other normal people use.

This was all of little consequence of course, as Sacha had been walking around trying to find a pub for the past hour. He needed to wash down the sorrow for those poor souls, to forget about the day and let loose. Although, his idea of those words would differ from a lot of drunkards thinking the same way. But that was all to be found out in good time as he pulled out a local area map and began reading it under a street light. "Sooo, I'm here... There's a railway station there, pubs are usually near railway stations." Sacha realized that he'd been looking over the obvious target as nothing but what it was, however, where he came from there was almost always a pub about one hundred meters or less in distance from a station. He quickly hopped to it, moving into the direction of said railway station to see what he could find.

It was quite dark at this time, thugs roamed the streets and couples with little regard for their own safety in twine. Sacha didn't understand some people, unless you had super human powers like he did and an arsenal that rivaled the common soldier, why risk your life at a time like this? It was then he noticed a couple running into trouble across the street, he couldn't let it happen without stepping in. But the methods he used were those of peaceful resolutions, when it came to humans anyway. He walked up to the robbers, they'd just stopped the pair and told them to empty their pockets. Sacha reached out to the robber and held his shoulder, looking into the man's eyes for a moment before he fled the scene. The reason why he fled? Sacha's duel handguns were in plain sight at this time and the robber saw everything he was packing, naturally running away.

That was the thing though, Sacha always had two pistols and one shotgun with him, plus grenades that were specially supplied to him by the Vatican. The pair thanked Sacha, noticing his silver cross and smiling humbly for what he had done. It was rare for a priest to come running, saving a pair in distress, however, these were strange times. Awkward things happened, spiritual beings existed, a lot of people knew it but refused to accept such things. Some worshiped people that claimed they could destroy evil spirits, and see them. Most were fakes of course, that had previously been exposed by the Vatican's special division, some had been removed of their claims and forced into stopping their false acts. While others were supported to continue the good work, due to the difference in opinion of each fake.

Some did it to make others aware, while others just did it for profit and fame. Of course, the ones that were stopped weren't the latter. Although it would be the right thing to do, exposing the truth was a lot more dangerous than letting some fakes get away with it. Sacha didn't know which to approve of, but he was busy with matters at hand and quickly came back to his situation. Finding a pub, it would have been difficult if a sudden surge of Reiatsu came from its direction. Sacha immediately began running, dashing around corners and searching for what made it, until he came to a very humble looking establishment. Sacha neatened his coat, brushed his hair back into position, then stepped through the door. He had a very priestly looking smile on his face, with his black priest robes and silver cross in plain view of everyone.

He scanned over the room with his eyes, what could have made that signature? Sacha wondered, before quickly realizing the man in the most secluded area. The Vatican had taught him to notice things most wouldn't, to read into people in a matter of seconds, it was him alright. Sacha walked in the man's direction before he spoke up. Pay his respects to the dead, he didn't quite understand what the man meant at first. Although he did know that Shinigami used special devices to hide their bodies, the thought didn't occur to him. Sacha prepared to sit down before remembering he didn't order a drink yet, he flicked his hand at the bar tender, signalling for a bottle of beer. He sat down afterward, waiting for the beer to come as he was on the far side of the table from this man. "Do you know who I am?"

Sacha asked in a very forward manner, letting introductions wait as he wanted to understand this man a bit more before revealing his information. Although he had to pay respects to this humble little tavern, it had everything that was required to relax. A very nice atmosphere also accompanied it, Sacha's Reiatsu may have made the area somewhat uncomfortable though as he chose not to suppress it before now. Most just assumed it was the feeling they got when being around priests, that weird hair raising experience when asked questions and expecting honest answers. Although, Sacha wanted to allow people to enjoy their time off. He suppressed his Reiatsu a little, removing some of the uncomfortable effects before receiving his beer. Sacha thanked the bar tender, giving him a few coins as a tip and cracking the bottle open for a swig.

He would listen to what this man had to say, then judge whether or not he should feel threatened by his presence. It didn't matter who he was, but what his intentions were, after all. Sacha removed his coat as well, placing it onto the chair he sat in to reveal nothing. He had stashed his pistols into holders beside either thigh that remained looking like full pockets, allowing nobody to suspect what he carried. The shotgun itself was carefully tied into the coat, which now had Sacha's back to it as well, fully concealing its presence at the moment. Although he had no doubt that the person before him had already observed the shotgun, his pistols were hidden much better. Sacha's thoughts were on the people around him at this time, as well as the man before him. If he had to engage the man in combat, only if he were forced to that is, then the people had to be protected.

There weren't many near this table, so it seemed fair to say combat would be a breeze in the way of stopping casualties. That is, not including himself being one. After all, you couldn't count yourself as being deceased before even trying something, where would the fun in that be? So it was now that Sacha began to write down this man's appearance in his memories. The first noticeable difference of this man from many other Japanese locals was that he had dark brown hair, instead of black. Which lead Sacha to notice the length of it as well, sitting at what he'd guess was shoulder length for the man. He was also quite sizable, around about the same height as Sacha although he was definitely sitting under his own weight. That may have posed a problem for building up speed if Sacha had to fight the man, but for now he hoped to play it cool long enough to judge this man's intentions.

Sacha noted also the chair he sat on, it was quite well balanced. If he let off a shot using one of the pistols, he believed it would support the sudden jolt. They were after all conveniently pointed toward the man's position if he should try anything, and Sacha was aware of their every move so nothing could come near them without him knowing. He leaned back in the chair though, comfortable enough to trust this man for at least a few minutes. Although, any man that came to a tavern and decided to have a drink, was a man worth having a yarn with. It wasn't often that spiritual beings drank, which lead Sacha to believe this man was simply a Shinigami. However, he had heard of hollows that took the form of humans and did such things. Sacha believed that to be a rumor, and nothing more, since evil could not possibly take the form of his god, could it?

Maybe this man knew something about that too, Sacha could ask although he didn't want to blatantly take this man for anything more or less than he was. High ranks in the Shinigami had to be respected, so long as their intentions were good. Ascended beings were believed to be peace makers, with any force they used it rained holy light in the Vatican's eyes. If this man were indeed one of those, Sacha would have the utmost respect for him, that was definite. He would then investigate whether that respect was merited, or a mistake. Whatever the case, all would be found out in due time and he knew that. Sacha simply laid back and continued to take sips from his beer, gradually progressing toward the need for a new one. If the man asked a question, he would be prepared to answer. If the man answered his question, Sacha would graciously pose a new one. All in due time the questions and answers would be decided, the current situation posed no rush.

He was however in a rush to find out why this man called him here, his flash of Reiatsu. Although it may have required to be posed as a question, he hoped the man would tell him right off the bat why he called him. Such questions weren't really fun to pose, or exciting in nature to answer. While receiving the answer could be fun, dangerous, exciting and otherwise cunning. Sacha was far too impatient to want to question why the man did what he did, if he had to he'd work his way around questioning the man about it without directly asking. That way would be far more exciting, wouldn't it? He hoped so anyway, as there wasn't anything in the world more boring than listening to music and drinking while no topics lingered with passing interests. Whether this man could lose faith in whatever made him bring Sacha to the area, depending on whether or not he found what he came for, that was of no consequence to Sacha himself.

He wanted to know what this man was most importantly, and if it was indeed him that showed this intense Reiatsu level. Because after coming this far, seeing this man and wondering so many things, such a let down it would be if he wasn't the right one. Sacha did after all only go to him because he looked so mischievous compared to everyone else in the bar. Although there was an old man looking across at him, that was kind of creepy and not very interesting to read into. The man might as well have slapped, "Priest Stalker" on his forehead and walked into a church. As his eyes did seem to linger on Sacha's cross, which he realized had just taken his attention away from this VIP sitting in front of him. His glasses shimmered as his head turned, reflecting light into the surrounding around and upon his shotgun which could clearly be viewed by this man now if he was looking and still wondering what the object was. Sacha was aware of the light doing this, because he did it purposely. He wanted the man to know that he wasn't an average human after all.

What kind of average priest carries around shotguns? That's a question you could pose to anyone, they'd either mock it or deny it. Sacha was obviously different from the majority of his cast, as priests generally looked down upon killing. He hoped this man would recognize the signs, and that he was looking when the light reflected upon it. Otherwise Sacha's efforts would have been in vein, he would have wasted time upon another attempt to set himself apart from the other mortals in the room. Not that he wasn't aware this man knew that already, his Reiatsu would naturally have given it away. Then again, this man was still a target of questionable circumstances, as whether or not he was the one whom flashed his Reiatsu remained in debate. Sacha's instincts told him that this man was, and therefore he believed he was, that was the only reason he remained seated. Other than the fact that his chair was extremely comfortable, and the atmosphere suited him rather well.

He couldn't think of anything else at this time, everything was set in motion already and prepared to move on. Sacha patiently went over in his mind about what had just happened. He'd been walking through the night, fought off a robber, followed the scent of someone's Reiatsu, sat in front of the man he suspected had done it, ordered a bottle of beer, looked over the man and questioned who he was in thought, asked the man if he knew who he was, then waited. That pretty much summed it up, he believed, so now everything was ready for him to listen instead of thinking so damn hard.

WC: 2350
GP: 47 [Total]