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spirit_touched) wrote2012-07-31 02:01 pm
spirit_touched) wrote2012-07-31 02:01 pm
The Shinigami and the Hedgewitch (PSL)
Once at a young age, Ana desperately wanted to see Japan. He coursins had been lucky enough to go on holiday and on their return had made Ana positively green with envy with their tales of strange places and customs. She'd been fascinated by the unknown, even before she could walk.
Which explained her current path in life as a Hedgewitch, someone that walked the boundries between the physical and the spiritual. It took a certain kind of reckless courage to walk into a place where everything was older, stronger and stranger than you and she had it in spades and a certain kind of determination to deal wuith the rest, the keeping of oaths, healing, the constant study and endless list of things to do. It took her to strange places this life. She didn't expect Japan to be one of them.
She wasn't sure what the name of the town was, having made her way on foot as per directions from a fellow worker that lived in Ana's hometown once upon a time. She had called, panicked, asking for help. 'It's too big!' She said.
So she went. Coming to a stop infront of the quiet apartment building, very small by her standards, Ana closed her eyes and centered herself. Opening her senses to the world beyond she gasped and jerked back from the building. Yuki's wards had been torn apart, the boundries placed their by loving hands decimated.
"No." Ana bolted forward, heading for the stairs to Yuki's apartment. In her panic, she never noticed the residual ghostly deeling of death.
Which explained her current path in life as a Hedgewitch, someone that walked the boundries between the physical and the spiritual. It took a certain kind of reckless courage to walk into a place where everything was older, stronger and stranger than you and she had it in spades and a certain kind of determination to deal wuith the rest, the keeping of oaths, healing, the constant study and endless list of things to do. It took her to strange places this life. She didn't expect Japan to be one of them.
She wasn't sure what the name of the town was, having made her way on foot as per directions from a fellow worker that lived in Ana's hometown once upon a time. She had called, panicked, asking for help. 'It's too big!' She said.
So she went. Coming to a stop infront of the quiet apartment building, very small by her standards, Ana closed her eyes and centered herself. Opening her senses to the world beyond she gasped and jerked back from the building. Yuki's wards had been torn apart, the boundries placed their by loving hands decimated.
"No." Ana bolted forward, heading for the stairs to Yuki's apartment. In her panic, she never noticed the residual ghostly deeling of death.
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Nodding, he lifts the blade from his shoulder and holds the end of the hilt above the girl's forehead. "Don't be scared, all right? You won't feel a thing."
And, offering her a small smile, he gently taps her forehead with the hilt, performing the konsou. Soon after, the girl's soul slowly disappears, leaving just him and the other woman. Sighing, he sheathes his sword and crosses his arms over his chest.
"You can see me."
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She starts a little when he speaks but nods. Thank the Gods she bothered to learn Japanese.
"I can. What are you? A Death wight?" She'd never heard of robed wights in any of the lore she studied.