Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Sept 24, 2016 14:57:00 GMT
What strange hostilities crept along cold stone and cobweb hearts baffled common logic. To any normal onlooker confusion and hysteria they may find when staring at a fresh corpse without blood. As though mummified without any incisions crime scene investigators remained puzzled. Yellow tape sealed off the alleyways entry way although several people watched at horrors distance. The baffled group found zero evidence from a blatant lack of wounds, although a lone female perched three stories above wasn’t as easily confused.
Where they tried making sense of the situation Misato knew the real reason. An abstract concept, a veil that only those with an acute spiritual sense saw past. Misato’s keen observational and sensory skills played an important role deciphering something spiritual was afoot. She didn’t know precisely how someone trained blood from the body but without any exit wounds then possibly through their mouth? Though two small bite marks along the neck, as seen through her small black spyglass, told her otherwise. The investigators seemingly didn’t consider bite marks serious.
Even though she couldn’t read lips well keen ears picked up one of the older men’s cruel sense of humor that people in his field often picked up. The joke was about the man’s killer being vampiric in origin though Misato questioned rather or not he was correct. Strange as it were there were more pressing matters that needed attending. Her Substitute Shinigami Badge began going off. Misato receiving a call saying she was needed for an important meeting with her captain. With a heavy sigh she clicked off the device, placing it back into her pocket and went about going into Soul Society. As per usual, she hid her living body in a place where nobody would find it, and went along her way.
