Taking On The Day [Catherine/Yuuto]

A low whistling could be heard on the savannah's winds, the scrape and adjustment of metal and wire accompanying it, the source being within a clasp of tall grasp, the redhead picking at the hilt of some bizzare looking sword.

Was a good thing, she was worried the blade might've burnt out, but it just seemed the attack got some debris into the battery chamber. The refinement process was getting there, it was almost a design she was happy with, but she couldn't exactly have one of it's main points of function ceasing because a Hollow got a little spit-happy.

The dead being of sin had been dragged and then laid, still with cauterized wounds decorating it's dark sandy coat; She was definitely making notes of the pros and cons of the weapon - it wasn't one she could utilize as reliably as her spear, but it definitely had it's uses on targets with less dense defenses. Maybe if she even figured out a smaller design so she could carry a single thing extra...

While he was spending a lot of time overseeing the Gotei's efforts in Africa, particularly around the crater, there had been a rather notable silence around it for quite some time. With that in mind, he felt it was fine to slip away for a bit. Even if something did happen, he was never far. Silent as a ghost in sound and senses, he slipped across the open savannah, making his way toward a Hollow that happened to be somewhat nearby.

Though he was not the one to slay the creature, he did notice that there was still slight, residual Hollow energy in the same vicinity, as well as the distant, faint sound of scraping metal. Curious, yet without a sound, he made his way to the source of it all. With muted gait, Yuuto took a moment to examine the Hollow corpse, then looking at the young lady picking at what seemed to be a sword handle.

"Hello there. I assume you're the one who killed this?"

...There. If she just left the power disconnected from the housing while it dried, it should be fine in a few hours. Damn it, if only she could read those dusty notes about those 'aspect of fire' sigils or whatever, but they were practically useless without incantations... Again and again she was burned by that old shitter not being dead!-

Her hairs raised as a presence suddenly appeared, hazel eyes looking upon the intruding presence like a wild hawk. How'd he slip past her? She had her senses aware just in case something snuck up on her for the corpse! He was immediately deemed a threat by that ability alone, but a quick glance at his uniform and weapon...

An old seething boiled to the surface - A shinigami.

"Yeah, and I didn't need your lot's help. You're welcome," She'd speak with a gruff voice, "What, you come to lecture me about how I shouldn't be doing your job?"