Fishing For Friend....Or Foe?

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Hollow…?” Certainly not deaf enough to miss the verbal tease that she was given by the figure beside her, perhaps the fact that she took a moment of contemplation to 'translate' anything she did not hear in her native french proved key as she whispered the more international term for the supernatural fiends, this provided her with the perfect way to disguise what would otherwise have been a perfect recognition of the term, and instead seemed to provide the means through which she could disguise her understanding.
“I do not know… Ah, le fantôme~? Perhaps this is the truth, you know?” Feigning the fact that she had been hit by a term she did not understand and was as such confused by it, the black belle could tell a whole lot about her bench mate now that he had apparently been prompted to tip his hand so urgently, though had to temper herself for a moment as she played up the role of an amateur rather than the more revealing truth.

“It is as possible as anything, I would say? I think that the police who investigated assumed it was a prank or something to do with the wind…?” As such seeming to wear a smile of amusement as she seemingly turned the suggestion which her new acquaintance had made about the incident in her head, daphne felt glad that his presumption had erred toward the eternal enemy of their race and not someone she felt a little more motivated to defend, and as such offered the more mundane explanation for what had happened courtesy of the more mundane officers who had looked into it.
“There was this theory to do with the building quivering in a gale so much that it made some effect of resonation? Yet, it struck me as a strange guess, given that the day was not especially windy~? I assumed that they merely could not conjure a rational explanation for what had occurred~?” In truth possessing little connection to the somewhat volatile lass who had created this incident with an eruption of her reiatsu but all the same feeling she was better protected from this unknown, the raven was happy to jabber as she revealed not only what now seemed a rather far fetched summary for the event, but her own natural scepticism for it given her first hand experience.

“However, it seems clear that you are more versed in thinking outside the box in this case, perhaps due to your fondness?” Using this as a means to ease the conversation before she made a more apt use of what the lad had seemed to reveal with his immediate presumption, Miss Devereaux showed gentleness and a measure of understanding as she pointed out how Lazarus' thinking seemed to defy common convention, and with it a dash of approval as well so as not to make him too defensive about that fact as well.
“Do you mind if I ask after your own experience with ghosts, then~?” All the while seeming to feel that she had been provided with the perfect opportunity to probe him that bit more on the nature of his comprehension without tipping her hand as to her own as well, such hasty affirmation was the ideal way in which she might frame her own supposed 'ignorance' on the matter as a means toward getting a fuller view of his expertise, and though she suspected he might provide further veils given how their discourse had proceeded thus far also noted a feeling of advantage now as well. She had played this well, no~?

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[Lazarus Jeager]

This worked well enough for Lazarus anyway, it would seem that this woman stuck to her guns of playing the fool, but it was difficult to hide that split second of recognition in one's eyes when they heard something familiar to them. It was what he was looking for, and though she played her part well he could tell that the word resonated in some way or another with her despite her charade. This was the game to be played though, and it would be easier for him to tip his hand and offer more to her than she did for him, in the end, he had confidence that they'd end up at the same destination in the conversation regardless.

"My apologies, I've been known to spend far too much time online reading theories and the possible paranormal causes for seemingly random events. I've been chastised for it in the past when picking up cold cases but sometimes there's no other explanation for certain events." Looking to his right, the crimson-haired Quincy would spot the trash bin not far from the bench they sat at, leaning and tossing the bottle to meet its mark and sink into the confines of said bin. It could be written off as a 'lucky shot' but it was well aimed and well tossed, a practice that came from judging distance, angle, arc, and power, something the Quincy had to do when firing their bows. He'd turn back to her with a raised brow, thinking to himself for a moment with crossed arms before sighing in mock resignation.

"Well if I'm being honest I have a sense for this kind of thing, call it what you will, skepticism, intuition, having a few screws loose, it's the reason I often take on cold cases. There are things that have no natural explanation, like the windows shattering at your school, unless it was perfectly planned and staged there would be no way for someone or even multiple people to cause that to happen. That leaves only two potential options, natural disaster or paranormal activity, and from what you described there was no such disaster."

Lazarus stared past her for a moment, almost looking through her in a way, as he thought about bridging the gap from one topic to the other without outright calling the woman out. After a handful of seconds passed he'd seemingly come back to the present, shrugging his shoulders while indulging her in her question. "I've had...encounters before in the past. I'm sure you'll think me some lunatic for what I'm about to say but...it's the only way any of it makes sense. There are forums online that speak on the entities that seem to cause events like yours to happen, the common term for them online is Hollows, but basically, it's not unlike an evil or malicious spirit left after someone dies. I've only seen the aftermath of one of these 'Hollows', but it's either gruesome or destructive in nature, and they could do what you described if they tried."

He'd pause to gauge her reaction to his statement before continuing on, deciding to pull the band-aid more without ripping it off entirely. "My father had studied these types of events extensively for the majority of his life, with some small pieces of evidence or proof that it might not all be some online hoax. I've had some...unsettling experiences in the past when it came to things like ghosts and the like, so if nothing else there is something tangible about all this stuff." Intentionally vague with lies about his father peppered in, it left an opportunity for her to dig deeper into the conversation, which could imply that she either believed him or knew of what he spoke about. Lazarus doubted she'd be so forthcoming though, but it was enough to see just how well she could play the game without showing her hand.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

I think that I may have woken a dragon…? The ebony haired enchantress seeming to listen quietly as her bench mate seemed to embark upon an explanation for his belief in the occult and the experience he had therein, the fervency which this redhead seemed to show was something which stood in rather significant opposition of the cool and closed manner with which he had been conducting himself thus far, and as such with it seemed to speak of the passion and belief that he had in what he was saying.
“Your father too, you say? Did you work on these things together?” The brow of the blue eyed beauty seeming to pique as well when he seemed to infer the fact that his focus and inclination toward the paranormal had been something passed to him by his patriarch, this was a fact that Daphne could have well believed really given how important he seemed to make his research and interest sound, and as such she showed an interest in that connection because of how profound it could be.

“I cannot say either way, really? We French tend to be rather understated when it comes to matters of the supernatural? Compared to Japan or the Germans and le Anglais, even America, our well of folklore seems to run rather shallow…?” Not that she was entirely convinced to let slip her own belief and understanding of such matters in an categorical fashion and instead being neither affirmative nor dismissive of the concept, it was easy for Miss Devereaux to dance around the issue a little since she came from a culture which most would presume to be rather heavily dosed with scepticism given how stifled information on their myths seemed to be in the wider world, at least when compared to realms which were more famed for the richness of their legends.
“Personally, I would like to believe that there is more going on than what we see? A world that is merely meat and bone and stone seems… A little dull? I would like to think that there is something more, even if it is not so easy for people to see?” Not that she wouldn't confess to having at least some intrigue on a conceptual level of course and perhaps a tendency to romanticize things to boot, if he only knew given the contact she had with a certain black robed figure, the French fox offered at least a little verbal support in her want to belief, and in her mind did not deceive him all that much either. I mean, she wasn’t saying that she didn't accept the presence of forces beyond convention, but at the same time seemed to also avoid confessing such a fact as well…

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[Lazarus Jeager]

"I simply picked up where he left off, taking in his research and doing my best to work off of the foundations he built, it's not something one could easily work on or work on openly. While you might be right about not having as deep a treasure trove of superstitions and the like you'd be remiss to think that those came from nothing. I've found that every tall tale, every superstition, every unexplained paranormal theory, they all have some hidden kernel of truth within them. Little things that can be found in the midst of all those stories, things like temperature drops, or a silence that seems to blanket an area...windows shattering out of nowhere."

He had to keep some level of composure when he spoke, but a certain level of passion and fervor was needed to really sell the lies he was speaking as they left his lips. Lazarus moves a touch closer, mindful to keep himself from getting too close too quickly so as to not alarm her, something someone might do subconsciously as they get more excited about the topic of their conversation. Even as he spoke on the paranormal like it was his calling, the quincy kept his movements and actions in check, always doing little things to make it seem more real and true, yet knowing exactly when to stop or how far he needed to be from his bench mate to not turn the tone of the moment.

"Think about it, has there ever been a moment when the room suddenly went cold, or you felt like you were being watched even though you were alone, or that your eyes were playing tricks on you when you could have sworn you had seen something you couldn't explain?" Another opportunity for her to tip-toe into the real conversation, another chance for her to give him a bit of information without him having to pry for it too much. He was starting to grow a bit tired of the charade, but it would be uncouth to simply blurt out the facts of the world around them and demand she be honest about what she knew. Little games like this were the backbone of negotiations, and it would be how well he did here that would determine if this Daphne woman would be a connection in the future or a roadblock in the way.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Perhaps? There are so many things in the world one cannot or perhaps does not explain? Times when you feel something about the world is wrong but you cannot quite put your finger upon it~?” Once more it seeming that the passion of this stranger was getting the better of him as he continued to speak with such bluster and enthusiasm, miss devereaux felt the smallest grain of guilt for not allowing herself to fully engage with his philosophy and assertion, though continued to play at being far shallower in her understanding than the truth would reveal.
“So I think that there is every possibility that more exists than many seem to know?” Certainly not acting to discourage him of course and instead acknowledging the likelihood of what he claimed and seemed to search for, it was tempting to show her hand a little in the area but then given he had been the one to beckon folk like her to this spot and yet seemed to veiled in his outlay, it was difficult to be honest. She couldn't help but feel suspicious of those masked motives.

“But then it is the same with so much? Art, for instance, seems something which tends to defy description too, no~?” As such seeming to reason that she was better off playing dumb and also using her strengths or as much as she could, the french fox paused as she encroached upon a subject which knew that she too could discuss toward infinity and perhaps beyond that as well without arousing suspicion, and found an unexpected feeling of her comfort growing within her as she did so.
“One can look at le Lisa, no? The brushwork is exquisite and yet this is not what makes the painting so enthralling? No one has ever seemed able to define what it is about such a piece, nay such a woman, which has such allure? There are many forms of strange magic that humans cannot fully understand?” Revealing little he could not find out with the right kind of search in doing so but also enjoying the opportunity with it, perhaps with the only outlay for her passion lying in the form of schoolchildren who seemed so wildly different in interest and understanding she had been a little undernourished in this regard, and longed for greater companionship for this. Not that she expected to find it here sitting on this bench, but at least she could blow off a little steam, right?

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[Lazarus Jeager]

His mind conjured up what he remembered the Mona Lisa to look like as she spoke on the nature of art and its unusual ability to allure the eyes and minds of those who gazed upon it. She had a point about it being something unnatural, though he had his own theories as to what that allure was, he'd follow her in the conversation instead of leading. Lazarus nodded as she finished, chewing on the information mentally before responding, more an inquiry than a statement.

"If you can imagine someone's soul still being around after they pass on, it wouldn't be so hard to imagine that that very soul could be poured into the things one finds passion in. If you poured your heart and soul into a piece of artwork I'd imagine what allures people to it isn't beauty or mastery in your craft alone, but that little piece of yourself that you put into the art. At least that's what I could imagine it to be, maybe it's magic, maybe it's the soul of the artist, I'm no artist so it's more an observation from the outside in." The crimson-haired quincy took his foot off the gas for the moment, allowing her to take charge of the conversation, after all, what he said was true, he was no artist.

In part what he said was true, while he felt it was something about the dedication to the artwork and how much passion someone has that makes it interesting, he knew well enough that part of art was being subjective. What art means to one person isn't necessarily what it means to another, and it's for that reason that most people find an interest in art at all. Lazarus mused on these thoughts a moment longer, still trying to work out how to best get to the end goal ultimately.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Ohhhhhhh, that sounds like a marvellous perspective!” The brow of the brunette seeming to lift as her buddy upon the bench seemed to take what she said about art and link it to the subject of souls and the supernatural, though Miss Deveraux still hung onto a few suspicions about this fellow given the manner in which he seemed so guarded at the same time she not only appreciated the note he made with his comparison, but actually felt a sense of excitement in the prospect and the feeling of poetry therein.
“It reminds me of a matter of philosophy I saw once…” Beaming beneath those bright blues because of that fact as she repeated the notion in her mind with that glittering gaze wide, the foxy Frenchwoman couldn’t help but to feel she had heard a similar sentiment in something she couldn’t quite describe right now, and yet had seemed to ring true within her ears in a way few other statements of philosophy had done, perhaps because of the unusual perspective that she and others like her had on death and what followed after it.

“Essentially the idea that someone lives on regardless of their death in how they are remembered? Be it be friends and family or their achievements, so long as they are not forgotten, a piece of them lives on?” Allowing that sapphire stare to grow a little bit misty as she contemplated the idea of a spirit living on as much in the hearts and minds of people as they did on the earth or any realm beyond it, perhaps some silly and childish piece of her had clung to such a suggestion in the hopes that one of the great painters might speak to her still through their art, but if they were doing that she seemed unable to hear what they were saying through any means beyond the stroke of their brush, no~?
“Art as immortality~? I am sure that Monsieur Da Vinci would have loved that~?” Regardless seeming to note a feeling of approval from the legendary figure who had crafted Lady Lisa’s enigmatic portrait, she couldn’t help but think to the young man from soul society with whom she had recently felt so smitten as she contemplated the idea of enduring spirit, and once more seemed to feel envy for the fact that he likely could have mixed with some of the best and brightest in the sphere she loved too. I mean, if she had ended up in his society, she would have been chasing them down day and night, right~?

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[Lazarus Jeager]

It was a simple notion that often left little to the imagination in the way of possibilities, but the idea of someone living on through the lives they've affected was nice to think about. Lazarus let silence sit between them as he took in the idea and what it could mean beyond just being remembered, after all he knew that there were reishi and reiatsu that could be found after someone had left a scene so it wasn't impossible for it to linger beyond death. He had decided it was time to tip the proverbial scales in her direction once more, looking at her while pulling out a small bracelet from his pocket. The bracelet itself looked to be in the shape of a five-pointed cross, the silver itself made of a type of Quincy silver unique only to his people, speaking openly for the first time since Daphne sat down next to him.

"I'm a Quincy by the way, in case you haven't run into any yet. Either you're a spiritually aware human or a Quincy yourself and just haven't been told, regardless you'd be reason enough for hollows or the other spirit entities to gravitate to this city. I'll answer any questions you have if you've got them, and you haven't seen people running around with black robes and swords have you?" It was a benign question, he had no issue with the Shinigami as a whole, though some of them were quicker to lose their temper than others, it would be nice to know if they frequent this city or not.

There wasn't much left to do in the way of skirting the topic, though if she did it'd just mean he hadn't gained enough footing or trust to delve deeper into it. While his smile still sat plainly on his lips, his eyes gaze a knowing glance, more or less saying that he was aware of the dance they'd been playing until this moment. His shoulders fell a bit as he relaxed, not wanting to appear intimidating at this moment.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

Bold… I have to say I’m impressed~? The deflection of Miss Deveraux seeming to make this who affair become something of a ‘go big or go home’ occasion, she had to admit that she was surprised that someone who had been so verbally guarded up to this point would decide to go orbs to the wall or so they say and declare his status so openly, but along with that also seemed to feel a greater sense of respect for his candour.
“That’s quite the admission, detective. Fortunately…” One who was able to dance with the best of them when it came to the game of discovery but preferring a little honesty and openness between their parties, the black belle paused at his confession for a moment of reflection but felt that his show of faith was one which required something of equal value, and so she moved a hand to her wrist and jostled a little something from within her cuff to offer a reasonable form of assurance as to her true identity.

“You find yourself in accepting company.” Perhaps some of the warmth and friendliness in her voice melting away with the gesture as well as the French fox adopted an attitude which was a little more professional, as she did so she raised her arm in front of them both and allowed a particular piece of jewellery in the shape of a pentacle to fall from her sleeve and into the open air, which most would have dismissed as a pretty accessory but those of their breed would see with far more significance.
“Allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m from the Devereaux clan of Loire, France. Assigned here as a watcher.” Offering that very same hand to her apparent clansman as well as she offered a slightly stiffer method of greeting and introduction than she had in the minutes before, Daphne’s posture straightened and her expression seemed to grow more serious as she revealed who she really was, and what she was doing here as well with that.

“I have run into a few Shinigami since being posted here…” Not that she was wholly willing to divulge everything about her recent experience however and perhaps the greatest thing she wished to guard the budding adventure of romance upon which she had embarked with one of those who patrolled the local area on behalf of soul society, she affirmed the fact that she had witnessed those in black robes rather readily, though would speak nothing of just how familiar she had become with one of them for sake of the potential disaster which would follow.
“What’s your interest?” Always feeling mindful of the lingering tension between their two peoples and at this point unsure of exactly where her new acquaintance stood on the issue, she believed it best to assume the worst in cases like this and hope for better, and so she offered him the chance to further earn her trust with an honest answer about his query as well. It would seem their ‘duel’ had to continue a little while longer, no~?

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[Lazarus Jeager]

So his assumptions were correct, for the most part, that was. He breathed a small sigh of relief knowing he was in the company of another of his kind, though it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows just yet. Lazarus still had plenty of issues with some of his own people, more often than not it had to do with how he viewed things about the other entities that lived among them. "A Watcher huh, would make sense given my recent findings on this city."

"Lazarus Jeager, formerly a Jeager clan member, I came here to investigate the situation here myself." He'd take her hand with a more genuine smile, a gentle grip but firm at the fingers to show respect both to her as a person and at her station. He wouldn't go into detail about what the 'formerly' part was a result of, not unless she pried about it. After all, it wasn't common for Quincy to leave their clans voluntarily, and the alternative meant he might not be as innocent as he led on sitting on this bench.

Shinigami meant potential trouble, though they were less likely to act on any ill-natured thoughts, and wouldn't want retaliation or god forbid a war breaking out over attacking a few Quincy. The fact that she brought up multiple instances of path-crossing with them did give him a good feeling though, as it meant they were either charmed by her or simply didn't hold any ill will towards Quincy. Another test too see how she faired, this being how she was as a Quincy in her beliefs and views, which arguably meant more than it should in his eyes. "I've no issue with Shinigami, just want to make sure I don't step on any toes as it were. They've got their job to do and I've got mine, after all, they're the ones who can send the souls to the right places, all we can do is condemn them to a worse fate."

An honest belief he had, and something that little research was needed to figure out as a Quincy. Lazarus too no pleasure in having to dispatch hollows, nor did he want to get into an altercation with a shinigami anytime soon, it was better for him to know if there were many or few going on patrols. His interests were uniquely his own, but it would be a shame if he had to get into a fight with someone when it wasn't necessary.

"Though it would be nice to know if I should be wary of any of them, they might not show me that same kindness as they showed you if I happen across one on accident."

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Formerly?” The brow of the blue eyed beauty seeming to pique as her fellow Quincy mentioned his own affiliation or at least the one he had most recently, the fact that he had mentioned how he had been a member of the Jaeger clan seemed to focus the attention of the foxy Frenchwoman on the historical nature of this association, and as such she couldn't help but note such emphasis in the hope of garnering some clarification on the issue as well.
“I think I have done nothing but endear our people to the locals?” Relaxing a little too when he said that he wasn't here to start any trouble between himself and the black robed bladesmen who arrived from their society, though there was every possibility that he was only saying this in order to disarm her, Daphne chose to take such information on the same faith he had shown in his reveal, and as such felt little compunction to give greater clarification on certain aspects of her association. The more intimate aspects of certain parts of her encounters would remain strictly classified, of course, on account of them being no one's business than hers and the party she had found romance springing with.

“I try not to step on toes, where it can be avoided~?” Continuing to affirm that she was here strictly in an observational capacity as well as she continued onward, while matters of life and death had prompted certain interventions for the most part Miss Devereaux had tried to limit her action in order to keep to proper balance when she wasn't protecting lives, though did not hide the fact that she had taken the necessary measures as and when she saw fit. That was her prerogative, after all.
“And I had the privilege of saving one of them from a particularly nasty hollow as well?” The minx also making no effort to conceal the evening she had spent fighting alongside Kenshi either for that matter though perhaps limiting the details of a more personal nature, she was sure that the man she now knew as her lover would stay his blade upon sighting and sensing the power of a Quincy simply due to the connection they had developed, and while this had been far from her aim when stepping in to defend him she was pleased to find it a happy little bonus for all concerned as well. Maybe she could mend those fences if she played her cards right, hm~?

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[Lazarus Jeager]

To have not only crossed paths with the Shinigami, but saved one from a hollow, was no simple thing to speak on. He didn't doubt her abilities, but the difference between being neutral with the Shinigami and actually aiding them was nothing to scoff at. There was much to explore about that statement, but in lieu of not wanting to pry too much during this first meeting, Lazarus would simply raise his brows in surprise at the facts presented to him. "Well, I'm sure that's something to keep in the back pocket if you need something from said Shinigami, definitely an impressive thing to have done. It puts my mind at ease to know there's another of our kind who wouldn't blatantly attack or vilify them."

Leaning back on the bench, Lazarus put both arms up, elbows resting on the back of the bench as his palms dangled lazily over the front. "One of the many reasons that I'm no longer with my clan, we didn't see eye to eye on most things, differing philosophies."

A memory flashed across his mind from not too long ago, it was probably the straw that broke the camel's back in that fight, Lazarus smiling more to himself than anything else as the memory left as quickly as it had arrived. There was little to nothing left for him there, so it was better for him to try and make connections here, better than making enemies of those who had power and influence in this city.

"It'd be interesting to get the details on that encounter, but I'd understand if it's not something you want to speak on now, after all, it's not often you run into one of your own hm?" He opened the floor to her for anything and everything, she could say or ask anything she wanted, and he would do his best to respond earnestly and openly. As much as he wanted to comb for information, this meeting had become one of trust building more than anything else, and it would be hard to ask something without giving anything in return.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“It is a shame that many cannot move on from the old transgressions, no?” The French fox certainly finding a note of approval for how her new clansman described the reasoning behind his apparent excommunication, while Daphne was perhaps not considered quite enough of a maverick to have been given similar treatment she was certainly among those with the mindset to let bygones be gone by and try to work together to create something new and better than what they had, and as such had no problem admonishing those who clung to more traditional mentalities. I mean, honestly, they were for all intents and purpose fighting on the same side as the Shinigami, no?

“Well, our opponent was an unusual one?” Still seeming to pick and choose which details she shared with Lazarus however when he asked for a little more information on her recent rescue and the hunt that followed, though Miss Devereaux was none too keen on letting him know just how close she had become to the black robed warrior she had battled alongside, she did however tip her hand in regard to their enemy.
“ Not only did it take our combined efforts to finish it for good, but upon doing so, the beast was dragged through the gates of the underworld~?” That wicked, batlike monster seeming to be one that stuck in the memory both for its abilities and ever more so the demise it suffered, it was uncommon even for a seasoned Quincy like her to see her target being dragged into hell upon its defeat, she reckoned that someone who had shown such a strong interest in the paranormal would find such a detail rather fascinating, and saw no reason to deny him it either for that matter…

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[Lazarus Jeager]

There was a look of recognition in the amber eyes of the Quincy male as she spoke on the hollow's demise, which seemed unknown to her yet he was familiar with it. It was likely one of two things, and the reasoning for it would depend entirely on who dealt the finishing blow. "I see, that must have been quite the sight. Typically the reason for such an event to occur would be that the soul of the hollow you defeated had been deemed too evil for purification. If that person lead a life of horrible acts such as wanton murder or similar acts that can cause their soul to be marked for hell. Did you deliver the finishing blow or was it the Shinigami?"

He paused a moment, knowing full well the other reason for the soul's deliverance to the inferno behind those massive doors to the underworld. It was something he had found among the multitude of scrolls of recorded history in his father's study long ago, a forbidden knowledge about their kind that started him down the path he now walked to this day. For her own sake, he'd wait to see what she said on the matter, not wanting to give her the very information that racked him with guilt every time he had to encounter one of those masked beings.

It had been mere speculation after finding the scroll but after a handful of encounters with hollows, all meeting that same end by his hands, Lazarus more or less confirmed what he had feared when learning of it. A lost truth about their powers, something buried with time, only to have been found by him by accident. He hoped she'd say it was the Shinigami who struck the final blow, he could simply write it off as a bad soul from the get-go, he didn't want to burden her with the knowledge he carried, with that same weight that sat in the pit of his stomach every time he had to defend himself from a hollow.

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“This is what I suspected also, both from the result, and how it seemed to have operated~?” Nodding as her new associate explained why the subject they discussed had been dragged to hell upon its demise, Daphne admitted that his view about this being more a matter of life than death was something that she had also believed based on the fact it had happened, and the view she had on its personality after the fact. After all, it had been twisted, even as Hollows go.

“The Shinigami was the one who struck the final blow, actually. We worked together to lure it into a trap?” Not hiding the fact that it had been Kenshi who had finished it off either, while perhaps the 'trap' they had set was a little more accidental than intentional the result was the same really, and well played if she had anything to say about it. I mean, that thing had been as slippery as a greased weasel, right?

“It was quite the opportunist, in fact. Tending to hit and run, and target the weak? I think this was behaviours that transferred over from whatever life it led before, the Shinigami seemed to believe it was once a nasty killer in its human life?” Elaborating upon the impression she had gotten throughout the fight given how it had battled her and her ally and the means through which it had tried to defeat and escape them, she added to this with the profile which her black clad ally had given her while they hunted it, which seemed to add up with the profile given all she had seen as well.

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