Spring Scavenging [Catherine, OPEN]

Junk, junk, broken, junk, broken junk...

Picking out the remains of Vastime's capital was a semi-frequent pass time since the good-for-nothing place fell in a hole. Felt like karma that happened, really - no way such a huge, up-your-arse country was surviving without something jumping out from a corner to knock it all down.

Besides, collapse of a city meant more supplies for her, as long as she avoided the freako giant hollows, and either the Vandengoons or the Schmucktei going about the place giving her problems for going about or taking stuff from a deserted spot.

People were dead or gone, that just meant more stuff she could call dibs on for her work. Not like dead people could use machinery or supplies, and it meant less money out of her pocket. Why not loot?

Whistling a fine tune, music blaring in her ears, she'd traverse the windswept streets for more crap to add onto her increasing collection.

Something was nearby... What was that?

Her eighteenth five minute interval check actually caught something dangerously close to her, senses focusing to get a read on what it could be - was it one of those screwed up hollows from the hole? No, couldn't be, it was weirdly familiar but the spiritual pressure was foreign to her. Green eyes flashed with movement as that book was caught with surprising accuracy, about to turn it into a weapon with the utilization of Bringer Light and gripping the handle of her spear before stopping, hand stopped mid drop and tensing her handle on the book when she heard her name from this man.

"...Wait a second, the book store guy from Japan?" She squinted, her eyes floating to the sword on his hip, her grasp tightening, "You're a shinigami?! You- Wait..."

No no, that was a Vandenreich uniform he had on. She glared.

"You have thirty seconds to explain yourself." Her handle on her weapon tightened.

The hell was that half cooked answer? It was a weird enough response to at least get her to not blow his brains out immediately, at least to hear out whatever excuse he wanted to sling together; it wasn't like she disliked him or anything given he'd been considerately on the receiving end of some dense subject matter that often made people's heads spin... Okay, yep, Gotei traitor - he was speaking her language, though the familiar verbose way of putting it was a twinge annoying, as per.

"Okay, okay okay, shit I get it. You go another day with your brains intact." She released her weapon to clarify this intent of her's, "And your flappy mouth. Sheesh. Nobody's putting me in cuffs, fake or otherwise. You think I haven't been avoiding you shmucks the past few months? Pheh, not that you should give a fuck of what i'm doing - it's a ghost town! Not like anybody's missing some dusty components under a pile of rubble!"

Rolling her mystifying eyes, she'd sigh, "So what, you here to chat or spout lackey-isms at me? Didn't take mister book guy as the type to saddle up with the boys in white. But, not gonna lie, guess I should've expected it - you are pale as fuck, it ought to be a natural fit."

Honestly, with how much this guy said to say one thing, she was surprised he hadn't worn his tongue out from overuse. That expression was more unamused than offended, crossing her arms and cocking her head slightly as if to passively communicate an 'are you done?'; it wasn't like she was in a huge rush but she was burning daylight with this guy's yapping. It was sorta funny watching him try to give her flame, kinda like some kid who thought they laid down the sickest roast of 21XX.

"Y'think I havent rummaged through places like that already, Husky?" Her bored voice flowed from her like water, narrowing her eyes as he was... Intent on showing her to a store?

"Aren't you clocked in? Why're you helping out an intruder? Are you taking me to get jumped by your buddies?" An intensive, mocking grin marked her features, "Or are you just really bad at your job?"

That grin only deepened in cruel humor toward his little claim of not needing help detaining her, "You underestimate how much of a handful I am, book guy."

Whatever, she'd play along until she had a window to bolt and find some better places to search. She was just surprised humble little library man turned out to be a lot more than that. Well not really a surprise, he had his suspicious movements, this just confirms what she thought of him.

As they went along, she looked irritated with his insinuation she wasn't keeping her energy in check, rolling her eyes, "You kidding me? I do trips like this all the time, i'm never bothered unless I want to be bothered; you'd be an idiot to strut out here with no spiritual pressure control. I'm practically a ghost to these stupid creatures. Yes, i'm counting your buddies as 'creatures'."