Loose Ends [Mathilde]

A couple was sat on a bench, an elder man and a younger woman. Yet with telltale platinum hair and a black hairband. If investigated more closely, the hairband would extend to a blindfold. And the elder man that was sat on a bench would be slightly see through. And behind the hands that rested on a wooden cane, hung a broken chain. And the two sat there, in silence, listening to the birds whistle and end their bustling day. And watching the slowly setting sun. No words were exchanged. Merely Mathilde sitting there with a plus soul that wished to see it's last sunset in this world.

She had a lengthy conversation with him. And the man had decided he had a beautiful death. In his bed, with all of his family surrounding him. His wife, his children and grandchildren. Hell, even one of their little cubs that was born just months ago was present. Such a beautiful last sight for sore, old eyes. But after the cold embrace of death, the man wished for one more thing. Visit the gardens. And watch the sunset one last time.

And it was the blindfolded mod soul whom he ran into. And the one that escorted him and accompanied him to his spot in the park. And waited with him. "Thank you, lady," he stated as his spectral form slowly started to dissolve. Her head turned in his direction. And the man was led to wonder, her peculiar black clothing. The gloves. The raven's feathers that decorated it. Was she the reaper? The shepherd of souls? If that was the case, why didn't he die sooner? She was quite the looker.

She shook her head, the same platinum hair slowly swaying with the movement. "Don't thank me," she answered with a gentle smile. "Pass on to your new life." It took nothing more than a second before the man was completely dissolved. A spirit that had passed from it's free will.

With that taken care off, Mathilde just looked forward again. A soft exhale as she got to her feet again after several silent minutes to gather her bearings. And so, she turned on her feet, slowly moving to leave the park, the telltale clicking of high heeled boots resounding on the cobblestone path. Small, golden circles forming beneath each footstep.

Hands folded behind her back, clasped together as she gently strolled out of the park, head craning around seemingly to take in the surrounding sights, which was in and of itself an odd and paradoxal thing, since she technically didn't see. But such wasn't an issue. Even the sounds of life fading to their homes to respite and discuss the past day, to rest and recuperate. Together, with a partner or family. A sibling perhaps. It brought a gentle smile to her lips. One that froze as she heard a voice behind her and she stopped in her tracks, frowning. Was she caught off guard?

She turned on her feet, tilting her head slightly. She had 'seen' this individual before, sensed him as well. But the pigment and shade were different. More intense. "I.. Following me?" She questioned with a faint smile. An emotion occurred. One she hadn't felt before. This character was powerful. Moreso than her.

Her metaphorical stomach turned into a knot, her knees became weak and she felt sweat dampening the blindfold. Odd, such reactions, such instinct. Was it fear? Possibly, another emotioned to note and add to already a wide array of such. Things she felt for the first time in ever. Fear was one of them.

"Aren't you.. The mod soul from.. Way back?" She asked, her brow furrowing as she questioned. The spectrum of colours, the resonance of his being, it was clear now. She knew this man. And it relaxed her ever so slightly. "K-.. Kumo?" Fear turned to elation at the prospect of a friendly individual. A fellow mod soul. And a soft giggle came from her, expressing the sudden twist in emotions. Maybe even too joyful to see him. "How.. You've grown.. Strong."

She shrugged slowly. Someone inhibited by alcohol and drugs. It was more than often used for recreational purposes. It was only an issue to her if an addiction had formed. Since it caused one to ravage their mind and body without any trade off. The empty desire to be numbed to real life. That was when an issue presented itself. She shook her head. "Ofcourse I remember, I just didnt recognize," she answered with a soft chuckle. Before she silenced herself, his expression going cold and somber. She flinched slightly at this change, taking a guarded step backwards. "Mechan?"

She frowned slowly. "I never heard that name," she responded. Being able to sense the tension building. His posture explained everything she needed to know. And once again, the same odd sensation of fear was felt. "I don't know.. Him, was it?" She shook her head, taking another step back. By no means was she lying, but she was still wary. Both herself and Kumo knew the gap of power between them. So her distrust was a given.

A soft breath came from her and the circles under her feet pulsed softly, there was some process on her side. But relatively few. Little to no improvement. Just a High Velocity Technique.

"I know," she swallowed softly, taking in a deep breath. There was no way she would just let herself be put down like that. All she wanted to do was help and heal people. Why did she invoke the wrath of something way more powerful, then? He seemed to think she sold him out, but she had no idea where Kumo went in the first place. "I can't lie," it went against her programming, the way she was designed. Torture didn't work on her, nor physical, nor mental torture. She knew how to deal and cope with both. "I can refuse answering, however," she forced a faint smile as one of the glyphs at her feet intensified momentarily.

"Thank you," she breathed, the glyph once against returning to the same, dim lit state it was before. Her word was unconditioned truth, though that being said, she was sure reaffirming it once more would only lead to more unneeded suspicion. She slowly dropped her gaurd again, before she felt another shiver slowly crawling down her spine.

"Then," she slowly spoke, the glyph once again lighting up. "What do you plan to do with me?" She asked again, ready to use that shiny new HVT at just a moment's notice. To at least put distance in between them.

The threat of death dissipating seemed to take the edge off at least a little. "And.. How do you go about that?" Tension replaced by her curiousity. She herself had no ways of 'jacking' into someone's soul and tracing memories. Her vessel was not designed for such and her mind not created to ever do so. Even though she was designed a therapist and a moral support. Maybe it would come in handy, tracing one's memories would allow for her to find the cause of any disorders easily. And take immediate
action towards those, as opposed needing to find out through long wound talks.

"Train me?" She frowned underneath the visor. Sure, she was designed for combat, but her designation led to a less than efficient offensive capability. Her powers made in such a way that she was the first one to get hurt. Her growing stronger in the first place was a tougher body. A vessel protected by a seamless weave of reiryoku. Abilities that caused her enemies' weapons to crumble to dust. The SaHU directive that she was programmed with offered all these abilities. They merely needed to be incorporated, installed and trained to the vessel. "How I may be compromised?" She questioned again, interrupted from her thoughts as Kumo spoke again.

She offered a faint smile. "Seems like I don't have much choice, then." She retorted.