Carnivals Galore [Private/Core]

Gathering herself she continues, climbing up a ladder built into the side of the pier rather than follow the path back to the front where she could take the front gate. Hopping up over the rail she stands, the carnival being shut down making the world look more like a nightmare than she could have imagined. Gage had not told her ahead of time that the hollow was holing up in the only run down amusement park but she should have made the connection when Gage said that he did not want to do it, something about clowns freaking him out and that they have too much face paint. Feet on the old wood she is standing at the edge of what was the old food court, shut down stands around the area, some broken down and some torn apart from the occasional teen.

Creepy place. Pulling out her phone she scrolls through some documents that she downloaded onto it just before she left. This hollow was unique, standing over 8 feet tall, slender and nimble it was wanted as it had the ability to clone itself mid combat. That was a unique ability, the ability to create duplicates of itself being more useful to Gage on the lab than if it were dead. Gage apparently needed it so that he could start running tests on it, getting its clones and using them as a near endless supply of souls. In reality it was a bit grim, the thought of all the death and damage that he was going to be testing on this hollow but even so it would be more helpful than harmful in the long run.

Flipping through picture after picture she stops and stares at one, the hollows head turned and facing the recording camera hidden on site by Gage. Gage had been here weeks earlier, and set up hidden cameras that would record only when there is motion. This hollow, like the past two hollows, would be either extreamly dangeous or it would be a breeze as there is no evidence that the hollow was more dangerous than any other hollows. The a beep on the phone catches her attention, a message from Lani started to scroll into existence, some kind of gate to the spirit world having found its way to her on the Pier.

Crap, another player showed up to the party. Whipping out her phone she suppresses her own energy to the lowest point that she could feasibly manage without having to concentrate solely on it. Dialing Gage she starts for cover, heading to a shack that once sold what looks like cotton candy. Ducking below the counter level she watches the ringing icon on the screen,"Come on, come on, come on. Pick up!" she hisses to herself as she starts to feel the uneasy sensation of combat nearing. She was not afraid of a fight but once when she had started her training and 'in processing' into the spiritual world she was told by Gage to NEVER engage the sword wielding Samurai that would show up from time to time. It was something that she had no problem listening to, her own instincts telling her that she needed to be as far from something that makes him uneasy as she could possibly be.

However that was a while ago and she had just received instruction that of all things that this particular hollow had to be captured, that it had an ability that could not fall into Shinigami, Quincy or any other persons hand. It was in itself a game changing ability that he needed and it would not be allowed to fall into the hands of Shinigami, their resources being vast but poorly utilized. Quincy were closer to his own mind set, their wants and needs being more realistic in their execution of the mission but even then they were biased, turning their backs on the humans that they were once devoted to helping. No answer, it would figure, he would have been here doing this himself if it were not for the fact that he had something that he needed to finish working on in the shop.

"Alright, I got this," at that she hits a button on her phone, the hood of her car popping open and releasing the suit from her back seat, propelling itself through the air like a missile on jets of fire and white smoke, colliding into her shed blowing the walls out and leaving her in a cloud of smoky rubble.