Ill Met By Moonlight [Closed]

What a night, first she got soaked and then she had been locked inside of the supermarket as it closed its doors for the night. Sure, she'd survive plenty of delicious treats and other kinds of food to go by, but she was a hollow and she needed those delicious souls for actual nourishment. Her stomach howled through the night, begging its owner to give it something worth while to digest ''Shut up, seriously!'' Are you talking to your gut again, just eat someone! She sighed.. Kusari never understood, she didn't want to kill an innocent being just for her own nourishment ''I'm not killing some poor sod because I am hungry.'' A sigh was heard in the back of her mind you can either do it now when you still have control, or you'll do it yourself after when you lose it. Another sigh, this time from Amira herself. Kusari was right, she needed to eat someone... It wasn't going to be avoided, as much as she writhed and squirmed to avoid it. She already felt it deep within her mind, that hunger ripping at the mental chains she had attached to it. Was it just her weakness? or was this something all Arrancar experienced? She huffed, she now understood why Shinigami disliked them so. They'd never be able to surpass this hunger, none of them were above it. 

She breached the door of the supermarket with a thorough kick, perhaps a bit too thorough as she managed to splinter metal, clearly forgetting her own strength once more. She sighed, atleast it hadn't hurt anyone... beside some shocked faces on some bystanders who immediately rushed past her to look what could have caused such a thing to happen. She then felt someone brush past her, the man was running.. and fast, as if he was being pursued by death itself ''Someone stop him, he stole my purse!'' A heaving voice neared her, an older woman about in her fifties came to an halt next to her and looked at her ''Couldn't you have stopped him?''  Amira looked at the woman with a surprised look, she wanted to ask the person why she could see her, but felt that would just make things a lot weirder. Instead she lowered her head ''I'm sorry, I was day dreaming.. but never fear, I'll get you your purse.'' Like that, she was gone. Her sonido leaving the woman baffled and alone in the dust for a moment she wondered why the woman spoke English to her, perhaps her attire made her seem foreign? she shrugged the thought off, it wasn't relevant.. She could help someone and eat at the same time. It didn't take her long to track the man, who typically had hid in an alleyway to check whatever price he may have looted. She stepped into the alleyway, noting the man look at her. Could he see her too? damn, these people surely were spiritually aware around here. She huffed at least it'd be more fun. 

''Back off missy, I'll kill you.'' the man threatened her with a small pocket knife, an amused grin crawling onto her face as she felt his confidence, this man was very certain of his abilities and was convinced he'd be able to overcome this little girl... Such conceit. She took a step forward, her hands neatly tucked behind her back ''You are filth, stealing like that.'' She was one to talk, breaking a door and causing other sorts of damage, but still... she felt she had an excuse, she tried NOT to do it.. this man deliberately caused others pain and misery ''Your arrogance will be your downfall.'' The man then growled and charged her stabbing her several times with the little knife as she made little effort to defend herself, He then backed away, hoping to find her collapsing to the ground. However, to his dismay.. Amira stood unhindered by his attack, she moved a hand to lift her shirt just far enough to show him where he had stabbed her just below her breasts, just in time to show him the wounds closing rapidly. ''I am beyond you, human.'' She stepped forward, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall ''Tonight, you will become food, nothing more.'' The man screamed, his his cries echoing through the street. She then parted her lips and just like that.. silence, as his soul passed behind her lips who in turn slid shut immediately after. She let go off of the body, watching it droop down against the wall. His screaming was going to cause her trouble, some glorified Shinigami would show up and try to beat her into submission no doubt. But she was content with that, at least she'd get a new play thing. 

A scream. Alexander turns his head to the direction the sound comes from. He hesitates. Not exactly a big city, it is none the less, an Earth town and so an Earth level of population density. How out of place are sounds like this? Surely, with this many people packed in together, it could just be some normal mortal killing off some other human in an everyday, simple act of murder. Okay, in theory, even if normal people can't see a Hollow, they can still scream at a person being dismembered by invisible forces. However, after an hour of waiting, he's no reason to think that there's actually any sort of supernatural threat here, or that this one scream in a sea of people should mean anything. . He sighs.

"Fuck, it's too cold to be dealing with this shit."

He mutters under his breath because even here, on an empty rooftop, with no people around, he's too 'dignified' to say something so vulgar out loud. Even using such language, it only comes to him after rain and cold of night, but... well... a bit of bad weather, some chilly wind, would that normally be enough to get him so... discontented? No, not really. If Alexander was to speak honestly then he'd say that recently, ever since joining the First division, it's felt more and more lately, like something's bubbling under the surface...

Okay, so he's been stuck out here for a while now, probably aren't any Hollows, but at the very least, where there's screaming, there's often death. Somebody dies and a Shinigami needs to, eventually, get around to sending the soul on. This is his job, isn't it? He walks over to the roof's edge, looking down into the black, blind darkness. Nope, no way he's going to try and jump down onto one of those unlit rooftops. Once again, he considers not doing anything. His skin is pale and clammy, his uniform is soaked through...

It'll have to be the street level. He ponders. There'd been some report or other about the people around here being a bit more 'spiritually sighted' than most. Well, having a better vantage point aside, this is part of the reason he'd been keeping to the rooftops. He climbs up on the roof's edge. Well, souls tend to wander after dying, and by the sounds of the scream there'd be one walking around pretty soon. The quicker he got there, the sooner he could find some place warm to buckle down for the duration. Nope, he hasn't the time to worry about being seen. They want to leave him out here? Well, they can clean up the mess. Not exactly a logical thought, but he's feeling a little short with those people right now, ignoring the fact that, most likely, any 'mess' made, Alexander would probably be the one made to sort it out.

Leaping down to street level, controlling the speed of his decent, he at the very least takes to the top of the street lights, where he'd be a little less noticeable than if he actually took foot to pavement. Where would it be, a murder? At home in the Rukongai, the alleyways were the most common location for that. There's a few of those around here, but now that he's actually down here, he can feel, something. Could you actually make out a normal soul with one's spiritual senses? Would something that weak actually be noticeable? Whatever the answer, his instincts guide him to one place in particular.

[Too dark...]

Little better than the rooftops, as he steps into the alleyway, eyes still adjusting, he can only make out one figure standing there.

"Hello?"

Hmm, what to say exactly? Though at this point he's still speaking Japanese, so who knows how much it matters. He could have spoken in English, his native tongue, apparently English was well taught around here and more so than anywhere else in the country, this was a good place for non-Japanese speakers to come. However, living in the Seireitei, he's used to speaking Japanese by now and, if it's a local he's talking too, he's no reason to speak any other language.

"Don't suppose someone's been attacked around here, or that you can actually see me."

Word Count: 712 (1540)

GP: 14 (30)

Amira quietly observed the now dead man's body. Watching it grow pale. It was a sight that appealed to her darker nature. A darker nature she really wanted gone for now. As such she stepped toward the body. Beating it over the head in one last sadistic stroke. Causing the skull to make a sickening cracking sound before she turned and faced away from it. Hoping to suppress that darker nature. You had your fun... now get out of my head. I am a- Don't... I know what you'll say and this'll just be the same fucking thing all over again.  A sigh echoed through her mind as the dark copy of herself retreated once more. Leaving her alone in her head, for now. 

She turned to face the voice creeping out beside her. In all her internal fuss she had forgotten to stat on guard and thus this -shinigami- found himself close to her. Although it struck her how he for some reason couldn't see her. Did the dark block his vision? She smirked. She knew the dark all to well and her eyes adapted with insane easy. Probably part of her abilities to control fear, cause some fears involve complete darkness. She didn't understand a single word the man spoke. Japanese wasn't her strong point. As such she simply turned back to the corpse of the man she had so vigorously murdered. ''I reckon you came for this, Shinigami!'' Her hand shot forth and grabbed the dead man by the collar flinging it at the Shinigami in hopes of pinning him down beneath it. 

Whether it was successful or not, she stepped out of the alley way. More than willing to confront the man. ''That man I just threw at you had no right to live, he was a scoundrel and a bane upon all those that had already fallen victim to his crimes.'' She was trying to get reason from a Shinigami? She chuckled. Naturally that wouldn't happen. They were all the same, consumed by some stupid ideal. But she could try and hope that perhaps some man like Walkren might show up. One who knows to look beyond their own nose. She shook her head, that was all wishful thinking. 

Her hand slowely slipped to her blade, Kuro Zetsumei. The snake figurine coiling around her hand as she unsheated it. Giving her a better grip. The ghastly blue mist seeping from it, coating it in mist. She didn't hold it to threaten him though. No, instead she held it neatly pointed downwards, only prepared to defend herself if need be. ''Why are you here anyway... I don't think you came her just for little old me.'' She bared her fangs at the man, smiling from ear to ear in a sinister way. 

His eyes are still adjusting, but he's starting to make out the person in the shadows. Whoever they are, they appear to be slightly shorter than him, thin build and... it's little more than a silhouette he can make out at this point, but this figure's figure defiantly seems to be... especially around the chest...

He has confirmation soon enough as she speaks, the voice is definitely not a mans, at least, not that of most men. As for the language, originally from England itself, it's easy enough for him to understand.

[English is it? Been a while since I've heard any of that...]

Something else...'Shinigami', well she certainly isn't some local. Something big and heavy comes flying towards him from out of the dark. Taking a few quick steps back, he braces himself for the impact. Catching and quickly deflecting it to the ground, he notes the sheer force that's behind the object, and hence the strength of the one that must have thrown it. No, definitely not some normal passerby. Stepping back a bit further, to be alongside where, whatever this thing is, had slid to a halt, he continues to face towards the alleyway, but glances down at what was now on the floor.  

[Well, that isn't good...]

Lit well by the street light, Alexander can see, there's no need for him to reach down and check for a pulse, this person is most certainly dead. As the woman emerges from the shadows, he pays careful attention to her appearance. The clothes seem to be fairly normal for a resident of the human world. She otherwise simply appears as a fine, attractive, young woman, only with a few unique features. The sword, the fangs and then... her eyes are different colours. Seeing her, despite himself, the eyes had been the last thing he'd noticed... He switches to the appropriate language, fluent in what is being spoken. The accent is surprisingly British, a mild Queen's English with a hint of Yorkshire. 

"I heard a scream..."

A blade is being drawn, it would be bad if he's caught off guard. He still doesn't know exactly what this is, but he begins to draw one of his own Zanpakutou, there being two on his waist. Spiritual sense isn't his best skill, so he's left speculating as to what this is, with only his normal senses to provide clues. They have a sword... A Shinigami? No, something tells him that's not it. He sighs, taking a sarcastic and more importantly tired tone.

"But this is just what I need... My day just keeps getting better, doesn't it? First, I'm out in the cold and rain for no reason, and now there's a hostile with a sword."

He takes a defensive stance, a basic Chuudan. It's a balanced, solid stance, with the tip of the blade held at throat height to prevent an enemy from just charging in. That said, it is very basic, the sort of thing you'd expect lower levels to resort to. Well, he has no reason to think that he has to get serious yet. From here, he considers the situation. He could run, but failing the enemy attacking his back, there'd still be when he gets back to the Seireitei. Cowardice in the face of the enemy is probably a serious matter, as in 'head to the chopping block' serious. He could try lying about this, say he hasn't seen anything. Unfortunately, people seem to have this magical ability to tell when he's lying, as such he's had to conclude that he's not a very good liar. He could try talking to this person, convince them that they could just both go on there way... Hmm, same problem there. The Seireitei would want him to have captured or have at least tried to engage in some sort of action. A dead human isn't much to them, but a person going around killing people is. No, he didn't want any of this. All he wants now is to be back in his quarters, a hot beverage, dry, clean clothes, his blanket and a good book to read. He'd not much choice really, becoming a Shinigami, and although somewhat required to be combat ready, he really doesn't like to fight.

"Don't suppose I could convince you to run, could I? Oh, but don't get me wrong. The problem is, I'm a terrible liar, so despite having asked, I'd have to genuinely give my all to try and stop you, other wise I'd get into trouble later. Well, I can't exactly back down, and... all the parts to this job I never asked for, fighting is the part I like the least. You getting away and me being called incompetent, that'd be the best result from all this, wouldn't it?"

Of course, there's always the possibility of this going much worse than that. Alexander considers the worst case scenario, which he always does. The person could just kill him, turning out to be, not only an indiscriminate killer, but also someone he clearly can't handle. Well, he's always been the kind to hold himself back, consciously or sub-consciously, clearly underestimating his own abilities every time. Survives a battle? Just lucky. Manage to beat someone he thinks he can't? 'Guess I over-estimated them.' Now? Not knowing a thing about this person's capabilities, if things start to go down, he's clearly going to die. Being in a situation where he might die... oh, he remembers the last time that'd happened... wait, no, back then he'd known, he was going to die. This is different, isn't it? And surely, by now, he's over that, having gone through it and recovering afterwards. Faced it once and survived, so it shouldn't bother him now. No, now he has experience, he knows how to deal with that sort of thing.

His body is shaking slightly, only slightly, barely noticeable... and boy, is it cold out tonight... enough to give anyone the shivers... no reason he'd be shaking for any other reason... nope, none at all.

Word Count (Total): 1063 (2603)

GP (Total): 21 (51)

This man was funny. She could give him that much. He spoke so.. odd. It seemed like he was full of doubts. That's how it struck Amira anyway. She honestly had no intention of hunting the poor sod. But then again a Shinigami was a Shinigami and she'd only have met two so far that seemed capable of thinking outside of the box. She noted him take a defensive stance, her blade still dangling beside her, her sword hand clenched around the hilt. She seemed to take in his figure for a moment. He didn't seem very intimidating. But looks could be deceiving, she herself was the prime example of that. She gently lifted her blade to point at him. 

''Hostile? boy.. I haven't shown you hostile. Nor will I run away from the likes of you.'' 

She smirked at him, taking a step closer to the man, her fangs bared. She took a moment to inspect his stance. He no doubt expected her to attack using a melee attack. But that's never how she opened. The first greeting she always was the destructive power of one of her cero's.  Her head nudged onto her shoulder as he began speaking of stopping her. Stopping her from what? existing? Oh, no ofcourse not. He was referring to the man she had killed. She took a step back and pointed her blade down once more. Trying to drop her hostile stance, despite her muscles still being strained to act the moment he made a move. 

''I have no intentions of killing you, Shinigami.. But a girl's got to eat and you don't want to end up a desert, now do you? '' 

She tauntingly licked her lips. Before leaping up one of the structures, her nimble body more then able to allow her to scale such a structure. In fact, there were probably very little things she could not scale. Everything was one big play ground to her and being this agile allowed many advantages in combat. She knew the man below was strong, maybe even stronger then she was in raw power. But he'd need a lot more to beat her. A whole lot more. She gazed down at him, her legs dangling off the side of the structure as she sat down on the edge. Her gaze fixated on him. Happy that she had some distance with him now, allowing her to blast him apart if the need arose. 

''But if you have such a hard on to die. Do come for me, I'll be more then able to match you.'' She clicked her tongue in her mouth ''That said, we could be friends rather then enemies.. If you would just open up a little.'' 

She gently brushed a hand through her long and flowing black hair, before returning it to rest upon her thigh. Her sword stuck into the side of the building with her hand still wrapped around it. Incase he took her up on her offer and attacked. She somewhat anticipated that to happen. So she felt herself continuously reminding herself not to blast a cero at him right now. Instead, she'd just wait and bide her time. Wait for him to make his decision. She figured she'd make it a little more daunting for him. 

''Besides, what kind of man would want to hurt a pretty girl such as myself? Wouldn't it be a waste of all the potential fun we could have?'' She followed it with a wink and a fanged smirk from ear to ear. Normally boys were this easy. And she figured this guy would be no exception. He seemed like the type that really did anything to have a go at someone like her and she more than happily used that against him.