Konso and Chill [Closed/Yuudai Oshiro]

Machie followed Yuudai through the portal, standing a few inches back and adjacent to him --not quite trailing behind him but not at his side either. Her eyes slowly swept back and forth, taking in the appearance of the pathway the hell butterflies lead them down. The ethereal pathways interested her because they reminded her of her own mind, hazy with the unshakeable feeling that there was something beyond, something not quite tangible but nonetheless real. A few minutes later, she remembered that Yuudai had asked her a question.

“This is one of my first missions,” the dark-skinned woman admitted.

Although Machie knew this was the part in the conversation where she should ask a question or make a leading statement to encourage the other shinigami to tell her more about himself, she had nothing to say. The feline shinigami was abysmal at small talk. Fortunately for her, their walk was short and the senkaimon opened up in front of them, revealing their earthly destination.

Carefully, Machie stepped out, reishi coalescing under her feet, allowing the feline woman to crouch midair and look around. The purple-tipped cat ears reappeared, swivelling back and forth as if in attempt to catch sounds. A grey, striped tail curled around her feet. Concentrating on the reiatsu in her surroundings always made her own spiritual energy manifest more clearly. At first, the sounds of reiatsu were an incomprehensible cacophony. Slowly, she was able to focus on separate signatures in the area. The buzz of humans made it difficult to pick out other things, but Machie could faintly hear the tinkling sound she associated with plus souls.

She turned her head to look up at Yuudai. “Can you sense them, Mr. Oshiro?”

The tail curled around her feet flicked upwards, the tip curling and the cat ears atop her head turned forward to face him. Her face, however, had a rather nonplussed expression --at odds with the clear curiosity in her body language.

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