Old Souls Reunite [INV/ND/NM]

CAVANAUGH, MEARA

THOSE WHO TRACK

"Aioshi, just don't..."

"Hey, come on," the raven-haired spiritual counterpart hastily interrupted her creator while currently residing in her owner's body, the latter half already presented with the garments of those she had dubbed 'Reapers,' as Grim Reapers seemed a bit too long to pronounce. "I may jerk off a lot, but I'm not stupid."

"Um... phrasing?"

"I know she's going through a lot. I'll bring our stuff home n' leave her be," the spiritual projected body-resident announced, ignoring her creator's comment.

'Our stuff,' Meara rolled her eyes as she, rather strangely, watched her body run off, or rather, skip off toward the town's outer edge back to their home in Naruki City. It was a new adjustment to say the least, watching her own body currently vacant of her own soul and instead, replaced with that of Aioshi. Her eyes gazed down upon the spiritual item wrapped around her right middle finger, a rather simple, plain banded ring with a colorful pearlescent hue. It was just one of the many new inventions the ebony-haired woman had crafted as of late, the other located upon that hand's wrist. With a gaze eastward, the unofficial Substitute-Shinigami's image faded, a simple tap of her foot against the ground sending her soul-form launching through the sky.

From one to two, it seemed. Like with most scents, Meara could pinpoint the spiritual aura to a race almost immediately upon investigation, though when it came to evolved Hollow forms, the woman still had yet to fully experience them first hand, and as such, upon final investigation several stories up and a somewhat safe-distance away, those fiery eyes focused upon a knocked-out Evolve and another, both of whom she recognized not.

"Ject?" A thin, black eyebrow arched in absolute curiosity as the woman's game-envisioned mind became engulfed by a sensation of sudden excitement and, for some reason, the urge to cosplay. "No-wait sorry; wrong series, wrong forum."

Cosplay had become such a huge portion of her life at this point, it seemed everywhere she went she was seeing someone that looked like someone from one of her favorite games or Anime series. With a shake of her head, the woman let out a light cough in an attempt to compose herself from her light mishap. The Evolve didn't seem to express any hostility upon her arrival nor even before, though couldn't help but question the sight. While it wasn't the first time she had seen fights between the Evolves, it was always a questionable reason behind it and with Meara and her sister's most recent escapade with the missing souls being 'kidnapped' to several locations within Naruki and Karakura, she couldn't help but think the possibility of these two situations being related. Perhaps that was why the rather brony and sculptured man sitting atop the roof with his chin in his hand held such a ponderous look upon her arrival.

"Hey-hey, no hostility, right mi amigo?" Meara threw her arms up in defense, hoping the man wouldn't act as hastily as the previous Evolve she had met. "Just passing through n' making sure things are kosher, right? I mean- Oh-wait, the robes. Yea, uh; I'm not actually a Reaper or part of the Grimm Squad or whatever they're called, I'm just uh, borrowing their clothes, I guess, for a while?" Meara patted down her clothes, her nervousness in speaking pretty evident at this point. She "I don't really know the whole thing behind it, it's wicked confusing n'all that, but no seriously, that uh, that Evolve you've got there. I don't suppose you'd let me see his mask, would you? You know, just to see if I can I.D. him for ya, if ya need it? Probably not... you know, you look kinda busy... huh..."

Meara's rambling seemed to be directly related the man's rather silent yet certainly rugged and stone-faced expression. Not only that but Meara was never good with communication in general. Her Japanese started to slack, obviously expressing her lack of growing up in the area, or in Japan in general. Her Irish complexion probably didn't help all that much either, though despite that, her heritage did hold a smidgen of the culture around her... at least, perhaps one ancestor from long ago just may have...

"Hey, are you listening?"

AL-A || HACKTIVIST
FULLBRINGER SUBSTITUTE-SHINIGAMI