Deep Crimson(INV)

    The Reiatsu was a lingering noise, a weight that crushed her spine only to become dust in an instant. Up these narrow streets, Mihri could feel it, but her dulled sense for Reiatsu lost the trail quickly. The moon had risen high above her in a speckled purple sky, and all her search accounted for naught. The trail was there, she was right on top of it, but what presence left it concealed themselves well. The Reiatsu was immense, for a certainty, and almost like the owner flickered their power to throw off pursuers. It's what I'd do. Mihri thought. An oaf like me, it's easy to drive my sixth sense completely mad. Mihri silently relented.

    Mihri stopped in the street between two rows of houses. The only light shone from lamps that haunted over Mihri, showering the dim alley in rays of yellow and orange. The houses were square and seemed mostly wooden, low and squat around her, ringed by high privacy fences. The street itself was narrow, a single direction with no markings or footpaths. Mihri held in her breath, and focused on the everything. Her mind filled with sounds. The house to her left was seating to supper, on her right, a lone human enjoyed television. A dog barked distantly, innumerable insects skittered, water rushed beneath her feet; Mihri's own blood coursed through her veins. Finally, the sound of fighting, footfalls and rending flesh, distant but enough for Mihri's ears to faintly perceive. A burst of potent Reiatsu crushed her bones, and Mihri lifted off with a flash step. From her pocket the soul communicator rang, but Mihri ignored it, she already knew where to go.

    The river sliced a meandering line through the center of Karakura, flanked on both sides by concrete paths and grass slopes designed to contain flooding. The occasional car hummed its way across the nearby bridge. Surrounding the river banks were countless rows of houses, numerous lines of streets and shops that remained open in the late evening.

    Mihri landed on the grass, and for now, only observed the clash that took place above the river before her. The hollow was smaller than a man, its mask bore long whiskers and black spots enveloped the red slits of its eyes. The hollow swiped lazily for the girl, spraying blood from deep latticework of wounds on its arms and torso. The girl deftly dodged each attempted attack. The hollow swung wide and missed, leaving itself wide open. The girl swung and rendered the hollow's mask in half. The hollow faded away, drifting off to be processed by the unknowable mechanisms of rebirth.

    The girl appeared of average height, thin, wearing a coat topped with fur over trousers and a tunic. In her hand, a black filigreed Katana shone Reiatsu, red like hot steel. Her presence was something Mihri had never felt before. Her power felt immense, strong like Renji yet it radiated with a pulse that placed a feeling of dread in Mihri's stomach. Just like a hollow. Mihri thought. The briefing came to her memory, "Vizard are exceptionally dangerous and are by no means to be engaged alone. The Vizard can be identified by strong hollow-like Reiatsu; they often wear a hollow-like mask and use similar powers such as Cero. A Vizard is a former Shinigami, they will carry Zanpakuto and will be highly trained. If encountered, one is to request reinforcement immediately and attempt an arrest. By no means should one engage a Vizard in combat." Mihri drew her communicator from a pocket in her Shihaksho. She only tapped the screen some few times, and stowed the device away. In theory, her back-up was seen to.

    Mihri spoke in a high voice to assure the girl's attention, "Fond an evening as any for bloodshed." Mihri stepped forward, when she would have started down the slope, instead she hovered, each step placed on air. "I should wonder why you hold a Zanpakuto, why your Reiatsu is passing strange, and who you are. A diplomatic answer would be best or I may fill the blanks in myself."

    Shiori Sasaki

    @gage
   

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I concocted a generic situation where Mihri felt Shiori's reiatsu and found her fighting a hollow, now Mihri wants to know what the heckin is going on. They'll chat for a post or two until things break down and swords start flyin. Lemme know if I should edit anything.

Name: The Hunt

Class: Shikai

Tier: II

Type: Passive

Range: 100m

Description:

Mōkin greatly enhances the user's senses of sight and sound to levels hundreds of times more sensitive than the average person. The user can hear a vole breathing in its burrow from 100m above ground, or very clearly the heartbeat of their opponent on the other side of the battlefield. The user's sight is acute enough to count the precise amount of heads in a crowd and know their faces, or exactly count the petals on a flower from a great distance. True to its name, Mōkin grants the aspects of a bird of prey to its master.