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- we fear what we cannot see
2.23 AM, Friday Morning. Karakura Town, Japan.
In the middle of a cool spring night, a black swallowtail butterfly blinked into existance. A moment later, with only the waning crescent of the moon as witness, a round door appeared. Twenty meters off the ground, and perfectly circular in shape, such a sight would have attracted a great deal of noise had it appeared under the sun.
A slim figure clad in black stepped through, and the door silently vanished behind her. The butterfly fluttered about her, coming to alight on the hilt of the sword held at her side. Paper rustled as she peered at her orders; a faint sliver of moonlight may provide illumination for a midnight assignation, but it was crap as a reading light.
Her gaze flicked up as something tingled at the edge of her senses - something that definitely shouldn't be here.
"I feel it here..." Walking on air as if it were stone, she strolled to the nearest rooftop, and checked again. Closing her eyes, she felt around for the odd presence... There it was. Coaxing the butterfly onto her fingers, she brought it to her mouth.
"Kuchiki Rukia reporting. There is something strange here. I sense an enormous spirit energy, where there should only be the normal low levels." A few moments of silence followed, before a male voice crackled out of the butterfly.
"Acknowledged. Investigate it, but follow standard procedures. No need to be a hero if it's something you can't handle on your own." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth; the voice on the other end wasn't worried about her, but more her brother.
"Yes, sir, I'll do that. Kuchiki out." Duties attended to, she set to traversing the rooftops with practised ease, tracking the presence she'd sensed. At least this wasn't going to be a boring deployment.
- we fear what we cannot see
2.23 AM, Friday Morning. Karakura Town, Japan.
In the middle of a cool spring night, a black swallowtail butterfly blinked into existance. A moment later, with only the waning crescent of the moon as witness, a round door appeared. Twenty meters off the ground, and perfectly circular in shape, such a sight would have attracted a great deal of noise had it appeared under the sun.
A slim figure clad in black stepped through, and the door silently vanished behind her. The butterfly fluttered about her, coming to alight on the hilt of the sword held at her side. Paper rustled as she peered at her orders; a faint sliver of moonlight may provide illumination for a midnight assignation, but it was crap as a reading light.
Her gaze flicked up as something tingled at the edge of her senses - something that definitely shouldn't be here.
"I feel it here..." Walking on air as if it were stone, she strolled to the nearest rooftop, and checked again. Closing her eyes, she felt around for the odd presence... There it was. Coaxing the butterfly onto her fingers, she brought it to her mouth.
"Kuchiki Rukia reporting. There is something strange here. I sense an enormous spirit energy, where there should only be the normal low levels." A few moments of silence followed, before a male voice crackled out of the butterfly.
"Acknowledged. Investigate it, but follow standard procedures. No need to be a hero if it's something you can't handle on your own." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth; the voice on the other end wasn't worried about her, but more her brother.
"Yes, sir, I'll do that. Kuchiki out." Duties attended to, she set to traversing the rooftops with practised ease, tracking the presence she'd sensed. At least this wasn't going to be a boring deployment.
