A Calm Smoke by the River

"S-Setsudan Yoryo? From The Vizard Corps? What are you doing here?" A movement from the trees, a female voice. Turning sharply in his place, Setsudan's blade was twisted around, prepared to point at the source of the voice. His eyes were narrowed, staring down the length of the blade as he did so, gritting his teeth in preparation. If this woman was a threat to him, then he would dispatch her as he would dispatch any true threat to his person. It was the way that he lived, and how one survived. Closing his eyes, he held his 150cm sword out straight and true, narrowing his eyes slightly and watching down the blade as she came out of the trees. That voice was proud and pure, and most certainly coming from a beautiful woman. One who, in fact, knew who he was. That was strange, that one would know him, especially in a place such as this. He stepped forwards, brandishing his Monohoshizao as if it were a fencing sabre, twirling it around in his hand, and then feeling his bare foot touch a strange, slightly-wetter-than-wet rock. That rock... wait... moss! Stepping forwards again, Setsudan felt the inevitable occur, and slipped forwards, the sword falling from his hand and landing on the edge of the green bank. Setsudan, on the other hand, landed in the water itself, face-first. Ugh... Curse that misfortune. Spluttering a little bit in the water, he placed a hand into the wetness and gripped another stone, pushing backwards and slowly raising out of the creek, coughing and sputtering as he did so.

"D-damn that. Why, of all things, must you make my life hell, Hollow?" He laughed softly, giving a kind smile to Nakami as he did so. He slowly clambered out of the creek, body sopping wet as he crawled onto the grass, coughing a little more. There wasn't much to the water; he had simply gotten a bit of a shock from his sudden fall. Quite sad, really. "Ngh... h-hold on." He spoke out to the woman who was still, hopefully, nearby, shaking his head and coughing a few more times, before looking up at her and tilting his head to the side with a soft laugh. "Yes, Setsudan Yoryo, of the Vizard Corps. And to answer your question, up until you arrived, I was staying somewhat dry, thank you very much." Laughter again, and he turned around on the ground, sitting down and beckoning for her to take a seat. He had no expectations of her sitting, however he decided that she knew him through some means. Oh, wait. He remembered, or at least he thought he did. "Correct me if I am wrong, but you are Nakami Yui, also of the Vizard Corps?" With a soft laugh, he reached forwards for the sword that now lay on the ground beside him, gripping it by it's wetter-than-normal hilt and raising it into the air, before placing it at the earth to his side. Another offer to sit down, and he simply looked at her with slightly... inquisitive eyes. Where would this take him?

"I thought I recognized you from somewhere. Yes... I have a tendency to have bad things happen when I show up to people. Gomenasai!" E-eh? That statement... Setsudan felt his body rise and fall with a deep breath, then the man simply bent forwards, doubled over with a soft laughter that spread for a little while, outwards. Shaking his head and throwing off this laughter, he mockingly wiped an eye and looked back up at Nakami, offering her a smile that showed honesty and purity. "Oh, no, it's alright. It's nothing to do with you, not at all. In fact, it's mostly to do with the fact that I myself am exceptionally unlucky, one might say. My powers have granted me great advantages over others of our kind, but the tradeoff is that I seem to have the absolute worst luck, and I cannot explain exactly why. So don't feel like it's anything to do with you, since it will always be mine own fault." He nodded, and turned away slightly again. His voice, as he spoke softly, was calm and quiet. "Yes, my name is Nakami Yui, you are correct. I'm surprised we have never really crossed paths before this honestly." The way she was sitting, it was very formal, especially compared to the sprawl that Setsudan was sitting in, though his was for the purpose of drying off his soaking body. Actually, now that he considered it, he found this woman to be rather pretty, in a very chilling way. Moving a hand over to the still-smoking cigarette, he pressed down on the end and snuffed it, before looking back at her and chuckling, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Actually, I'm not that surprised. I have little contact with anyone outside of my Sector, save for maybe Zin Yuudeshi." He nodded a couple of times, before leaning back and looking up towards the trees, seeing if he could stare through them to reach the sun. Warmth was here, but not as much. He appreciated the quieting calm that came with this, and so he would continue to appreciate it, even with this girl here beside him. He placed a hand onto the ground and yawned, before returning his gaze to her. She seemed to have an eye for his hair, before returning to his eyes once more. Strange, it seemed. "S-Setsudan, what brings you here anyway? Do you often come to places like this?" Hah, that stutter again. He chuckled softly, and nodded calmly. "I frequent many places such as this, my friend. It is a nice feeling, having your feet in the water, watching the sun above. It is a great way to calm yourself, and allows for the authoring of the most wonderful Haiku..." He laughed a little bit, closing his eyes and tilting his head once more. She was, as he had decided, pretty. He thought for a second, considering everything that he could say, before slowly opening up the blue orbs once more and chuckling. "From your language, is it right for me to assume that you appreciate places such as this? It is... a rather beautiful place, I must admit. And most certainly quiet. Away from those who would rather sully beautiful names." A laugh, and another smile...

This woman was entertaining Setsudan, that was for sure. With a soft and kind smile on his face, he watched her carefully from her side as she spoke to him, noticing that she was beginning to relax further, starting to loosen up around him some more. That made him feel good, for some reason. Maybe it was because he didn't like having the people around him feeling horrible. Actually, that was most likely it. Chuckling softly and affirming that internally, Setsudan nodded softly when she started to speak again, "I see... It's normally myself that gets people bad luck when I'm around them. Maybe your own luck wont be so bad when I'm around? Or maybe... We could have double the worst luck ever. I'm willing to take that chance" Strange. 'I'm willing to take that chance.' Hah, it was almost as if she was asking him out. Psh, like that'd happen. With his luck, seeing a woman like this and being asked out was a one in a million occurrence. Any bet, he'd make a fool of himself, or do something perverted due to his luck. What made it worse for him was the fact that he wasn't just using his luck as an excuse. He laughed internally, and smiled at her kindly. Suddenly, she was close. The world around him stopped, and his heart skipped three beats. Wh-what was she doing?! Blue eyes blinked a few times, and Setsudan almost felt himself scooting backwards. G-gah, this was too painful! "Oh? You have experience with writing Haiku I gather, then. Care to share an example?" Even her whisper alone was sultry. F-fuck... (pardon his French). "S-sure..." Just get away from being so close! Clearing his throat, Setsudan tried to remember back to one of the Haiku he had composed about this area.

"Ahem...

'Through the filtered light,
Taking life into all strides,
One will sit and stare.'

Well, it's not very good. I mean, I wrote it quite some time ago." He laughed softly, looking over to the side with a minute blush crossing his cheeks. Heh, he'd most likely made a fool of himself with that Haiku, though he had remembered it perfectly. "I come here often... this place is just so calming and beautiful not to. I sometimes like to just come out here and sleep for hours under the tree's... it's wonderful." Yes, he did the same. "I come here often as well, I'm surprised that we've never found each other here before..." He laughed softly, though attributing it (internally) to the fact that whenever he was here, he usually hid in the bushes across the creek. Not only did it make for nice shade, but people rarely disturbed him there. Even the Monohoshizao was hidden when he was in there, as it was able to be pulled back far enough to be invisible to the naked eye. "I must ask, though..." He hesitated for a second, looking over at the bushes with an icy intent in his gaze. No, there was no cruelty in those eyes, simply wonderment. "How often do you come here? I'm here at least twice a week, if not more..." Yes, he shirked duties to come here, though it was because he enjoyed this place. He eventually got his paperwork done.... eventually.