Dead man walking (ND)

Chandre had just gotten out of school, a sort of hobby she enjoyed mostly for the social interaction. While she had recently met quite a few arrancar that were more than happy to talk, visits with them came few and far between. There was also the added bonus that she knew for a fact that her human peers didn’t want to eat her when her guard was down. It was really very relaxing, even if she had to spend a few hours every day listening to an older fellow talk about the impact of surrealism in the turn of the century. She had literally been the inspiration for half the surrealists of that era, she was pretty damn well read on the subject. Regardless, play time was over, and so she walked along the riverside toward her apartment, which was really just a place to keep her charade a little more realistic. When she went to the university, she did so as Candy, the French Canadian exchange student who had a modest apartment on the east end and a rich social life and sense of fashion. She wore a striped cap over her strawberry blond hair, rainbow coloured arm length gloves, a pink tanktop, vest and black leggings, keeping it simple for her. It was the simple things that helped sell the act, like going home in the same direction after class every day, or complaining that her hot water tank was broken. It was all in good fun, but the fun was behind her and now she was working.

She held a small tablet in her hand, absent mindedly swiping at the screen which was a lengthy book on nucleotides. She wasn’t paying it any attention, it was yet another misdirection on her part as her vision was taken up largely by a feed from her private computer the Imagination Compiler, which had a direct link to her mind. She was working on a device for a new friend of hers, one who had a hard time not burning everything with her rather unrestrained powers. The schematic danced before her eyes while she used her rietsu sense to steer herself away from the mortals who meandered about. She had done this dozens of times, danced her way through crowds of people by just keeping an eye on their weak, mortal rietsu, which made it all the more surprising when she collided with somebody.

More than anything else, the shock of the impact is went sent her sprawling backwards, her tablet and notes decorating the sidewalk as she shook her head in confusion. She started looking around, trying to figure out what she had walked into. To her great surprise it was a person, an older fellow in a red coat of some kind. She have understood accidentally walking into a pole or something, however odd it would be for a pole to be in the middle of the walkway. A person though? That was very, very odd, even now she reached out with her third eye and found a stark and unsettling absence of rietsu. Her curiosity spiked sharply.

Je desole monseiur, I didn't see you there. She said as she got up, for the moment completely ignoring her notes and bag on the ground, not daring to take her eyes off this man. My name is Candy, I hope I didn't hurt you sir. She said, honestly hoping she didn't injure this living enigma. She could pretty easily meander through a concrete wall with her physical strength, but she tried very hard to keep such things under wraps when in her human guise. She wondered exactly what this man was, knowing full well that human wasn't a likely answer. She decided to try a calculated experiment, shifting her own rietsu to be a little more noticeable. When she was just walking about, she always projected a completely normal human reitsu, but for this moment, she shifted it slightly to be more similar to a full bringer, flaring it slightly as well. If this man seemed to notice, she'd know he was something else and she could start pursuing a more... direct line of questions.

Chandre let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't hurt, it wouldn't do to damage such an interesting person. There may have been some sort of technique or internal condition that made him completely undetectable, which could be very valuable information. Chandre was unique in that she could easily shift her rietsu to mimic that of any other species, but she still needed to have rietsu of some kind. He seemed to tense up at the rietsu flare of hers, so he could clearly sense spiritual power even if he didn't specifically display any of his own.

She was about to just flat out ask him what species he was. He could have been a fullbringer, a Quincy, or even some shinigami on vacation with a human body. Her curiosity took a back seat to her manners though since he seemed to want to play it coy a little. It made enough sense of course, humans tended to get rather picky about what they said in public, especially if it made them sound crazy. Questions about species, spiritual powers and how well they could see ghosts tended to make others look at you odd. An innocent enough question about magic, however, didn't raise too many eyebrows.

Oui, I do so enjoy magic. Chandre said with a perky smile, keeping the young school girl act up. You show me yours, I'll show you mine. She said with a bit more of a wry grin, flaring her rietsu again for punctuation.