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| - Gyakusetsu Nagori reclines against a lamppost, lets out a long sigh, and draws a slender arm across her sweat-covered brow. She’s been guiding traffic around a nearby street construction sight for nearly four hours on end, in a dead summer heat, and her fortitude and patience is nearing its limit. "Trouble caused by me, apologize I do, de gozaru." Nagori could tell in that moment that this stranger was perhaps not quite what he seemed. He had a strange accent, very strange accent. When he looked at the crash he seemed puzzled, as though not quite sure what to make of it.
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| - Gyakusetsu Nagori reclines against a lamppost, lets out a long sigh, and draws a slender arm across her sweat-covered brow. She’s been guiding traffic around a nearby street construction sight for nearly four hours on end, in a dead summer heat, and her fortitude and patience is nearing its limit. "IT’S HOT!!!", Nagori cries out suddenly, startling some passing pedestrians, before assuming a drooping posture and uncomfortable expression. “I really should have brought a water bottle… huh?” Her gaze shifts upward to a new sight. A young man in what appeared to be a samurai cosplay with a very authentic looking katana at his wasit, walks through the street, a sense of wonder and awe evident on his face. To Nagori’s shock and dismay, the strange character begins walking past her and across the street… directly into oncoming traffic! “WAAH, wait what are you doing?! Come back!” The stranger seems entirely preoccupied with staring at the towering skyscrapers above him, and doesn’t respond. In a fit of panic, Nagori races to between him and the approaching vehicles, closes her eyes, holds out her stop sign and yells “HAAAAALT!!!” at the top of her lungs. The raucous sound of squealing fills the air as the drivers slam their breaks, and the lead car, a van, loses control and swerves into the next lane. With a deafening crash, the green sedan collides with a car speeding in the opposite direction. Malik nearly jumps in surprise, not from the speeding metal demons the humans were possessing, but the woman screaming at him. She can....see me? He thought incredulously. Her japanese was strange, given that she told him to go to an inn, but he wasnt that dense. Her actions all but indicated she had wanted him to stop. Which meant she did not know that he was a Shinigami. Malik was silent for a moment, and briefly considered leaving, but her actions were sincere, and he didnt think he could leave without causing more commotion. "Trouble caused by me, apologize I do, de gozaru." Nagori could tell in that moment that this stranger was perhaps not quite what he seemed. He had a strange accent, very strange accent. When he looked at the crash he seemed puzzled, as though not quite sure what to make of it. "Exorcise humans from metal demons you should, de gozaru." he added. Gyakusetsu stares at Malik like he's speaking another language... which he basically is. "Metal demons... wha-?" Nagori is cut off as the construction team leader behind the two of them begins roaring at her. "Nagori! What the hell have you done?! Get over here! Your ass is getting fired, and you better hope you have insurance.. hey! Come back here!" Nagori grabs the haori-covered stranger by the scruff of his neck and speeds away from the scene of the accident. "I can't afford this!!!"
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