"And this is not my place to stay"

[ihaveafeeling]

Characters: Shizuru, ANYONE
Setting: outside a convenience store somewhere in the city
Time: mid-afternoon
Summary: Intro post; Shizuru has to get out of the house.  And she needs a cigarette.
Warnings: None, unless someone decides to piss her off.  Then potential for language and mild violence.

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[alldesires]

It had been weeks since he'd lost that hard-earned shard to Xellos, but somehow everything had just continued to go downhill from there. His "mother" had grown less and less willing to ignore his behavior, until earlier that day he'd happened to overhear her talking on the phone with a psychologist, trying to get him an appointment. He tried to get Ling to convince her it was a stupid idea, but that only seemed to make things worse, as she pointed out his sudden change in demeanor and finally asked him why he'd gotten the tattoo on the back of his left hand

[ihaveafeeling]

Shizuru sensed something... off... about the new arrival. She hadn't yet encountered anyone with more spiritual energy than the average human here, a fact for which she was grateful. The last thing Shizuru wanted today was to step into a psychic's territory. This boy certainly had powers of some sort, and it made her wary instantly.

No need to panic. Even if he were dangerous, panicking and running would be a fairly stupid thing to do. Maintaining her casual posture against the wall, Shizuru focused in on the young man and sensed something she recognized. When ghosts wanted to communicate, they typically needed to take over a sleeping or unconscious body. There were two spirits in his body

[alldesires]

Greed almost didn't notice her. Her words managed to get through after a moment, however, and he cut Ling off to blink at her with a vaguely puzzled expression. His previous irritation subsided a bit as he stood up straight to face her and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Why, is there something on my face?"

He didn't sound annoyed, just curious... and perhaps a little bored. In the meantime, he sized up Shizuru. There didn't seem to be anything particularly notable about her, though that was an odd question to ask a stranger on the street, unless he appeared sick or injured. He hadn't accidentally put on one of his bloodstained shirts, had he? Well, whatever, He'd find out what it was soon enough.

[ihaveafeeling]

Shizuru really didn't think she was wrong. She could feel it. There was definitely more than one soul in his body. She supposed one could be a parasite demon or something similar, in which case of course he wouldn't admit to it. His reaction, though, didn't seem quite right

[ashyperfume]

Although not out of cigarettes herself, Fuu made it a point to stock up when a given supply became too low, and emerged from the convenience store with a pack of her own. Hands cupped around one of her own, she worked to coax a flame onto the tip, sheltering it from the breeze. Perhaps her lighter was out of fluid; perhaps it was simply malfunctioning, but either way she seemed to be having some difficulty with it. Muttering a swear word, she tried again.

[ihaveafeeling]

Noticing the woman exiting the convenience store, Shizuru smirked as she saw that Fuu was there for exactly the same reason she was. She stepped forward when a curse found its way through the stranger's lips. "Need a light?" Shizuru offered, pulling another cigarette of her own from the pack.

She appeared to be a person of no psychic abilities. There was something out of the ordinary around or near her though, an aura that didn't seem to be emanating from the woman herself.

[ashyperfume]

"Mm, thanks." Fuu accepted the light, tugging in a breath. Almost immediately she relaxed, releasing a breath of smoke into the cool air. "Better." A wry glance at the lighter. "Should throw the damn thing away." She made no movement towards the trashcan, however, instead taking in her cigarette again and offering the younger woman an appraising glance.