Isolate The Madness, Lest It Continue To Grow [Chiraisu/ASK TO JOIN ONLY]

Once she got up and you could clearly see that she was harmless and unarmed, perhaps the man might take his hand off his sword. Judging by her rather rudimentary level of spiritual sensing, the man was quite a bit stronger than she was. For her to pick a fight with him would mean her pretty much automatically losing and possibly getting hurt. It was a good thing she was a gentle soul, if a bit crazy sometimes.

Ceal noticed that his hand was on a weapon, sword perhaps. Admittedly, Ceal thought it was odd that people still carried swords and weren't shinigami or the occasional arrancar, but eh. Still, she playfully rose her hands in a non threatening manner. Judging by his scent, the man had trace smells from both human and demon. Was he both? He could be like her, perhaps even have the mark of Eris. Still, she looked over and started at him with her gleaming green eyes before she spoke.

”C'mon now, would you draw your weapon against little 'ole me? I'm harmless, I promise, I just came out here to test my powers, away from other people who could get hurt, y'know? It was one of the only placed I knew free from anyone else.... normally,”

She spoke, her voice flippant and light. She even chuckled afterwards, ”I'm Ceal, Ceal Maxwell. I'm just a demon's pet, so nothing to worry about from me, I don't bite... unless you ask nicely,” She said, continuing with her confession of who she was and why she was here. She would be up front and honest with the man who seemed to have some internal issues of trust and such.

To reiterate what Ceal might be wearing, it was a typical girl of her tender age might find cute. A ruffled skirt, a v neck shirt. The skirt was an adorable plaid pattern with black and red, and the shirt was just a basic black. They went nicely with the boots she was wearing. Going up the calves, they had lots of belts.. and buckles. Ceal took a tie from her wrist and pulled back most of her hair, leaving only her flowing bangs loose, her hair tied in a puffy ponytail.

After she was done with that, she merely just looked at the small man, or boy. It was hard to tell with that mask on. Still, she did smile at him warmly, hopefully further pushing the point she was not hostile.