ONMYOUJI

Heel, toe.

Left, right, left, right.

Arms swinging as pendulums measuring the rhythm of her steps, Yotsugi continues to travel the streets of Hive City. In part, she’s in search of suitable bodies to report to her boss, but mostly her wanderings are aimless.

Aimless, and without ceasing.

It’s not much later that a figure becomes clearer in her line of vision as she approaches. What she sees, however, is beyond her belief.

Is this a mere figment of her imagination?

Through slightly narrowed eyes she examines further and wonders this.

How cruel it is, after all this time of being in this city, to finally see this person before her again — especially given that she has finally moved on with her existence.

Moving on.

As much as a sentient corpse can.

The sight of such a person prompts a pause. Her aimless, ceaseless steps meet an abrupt end, her arms follow suit, and a vacant stare being her only greeting.

     It hadn't been long-- at least, not to Yozuru-- but a forced separation was not one the onmyouji enjoyed. To be fair, a forced departure from her business was something she enjoyed even less. Nevertheless, it was not as if she was worried about letting Yotsugi off by herself.

     She could handle herself. When it didn't involve a certain vampire, anyways. So there was no reason to be all that worried at all.

     Even still, this sudden meeting made for a pleasant surprise. Returning the shikigami's blank gaze soon are the cat-like eyes of Yozuru, sitting at the side of a nearby rooftop-- head resting in her hand.

"Oh? Look who it is, out in the dead of night."

     A smile lit about the woman's lips.

     Even if she wasn't worried, it was a pleasant sight to see. Albeit, without even a greeting, she couldn't help but want to scold her.

     Ah, well. Maybe later.

“They aren’t flawed! Nothing will change if the people don’t take action!" Who even was this, standing upon a street lamp like some sort of monkey? Wendy knew the seriousness of war, of course. The dragons, Tartarus, she’d been involved in them in the past. They were terrible things, but sometimes they had to be fought for the sake of change. Wendy didn’t even want one herself, but she could only carry on watching others suffer for so long.

Of course, she had no idea what altruism meant, but that was beside the point.

     And like a cat, she leapt down onto a nearby stop sign, taking another leap onto a bench even closer to Wendy.

"But there's something you're not entirely grasping here."

"Not everyone is as good as you as you. Not everyone upholds the same ideals you do. Don't get me wrong, I like what you stand for. But just how many people care as much as you? How many people view this place the same way you do? Probably some out there. But the vast majority, right here, right now?"

     Looking around in a slightly exaggerated fashion, seeing no one particularly taking notice, Yozuru's sharp gaze returns to Wendy.

“This city may not have any laws, and the rules may be different in the worlds we come from, but courtesy and respect are universal concepts! Treat others how you want to be treated, love thy neighbor, it really isn’t difficult to get along! So why must we all constantly be fighting? Why are so many people in this city so selfish? Because death isn’t permanent? Is it a show of strength? We’re all people, and it’s only a matter of time before those that are pushed around start pushing back!”

     From a nearby street lamp, a laugh followed. Crouching down while still balancing on one leg, the exterminator smiled wide from her position, canting her head slightly.

     So far, this place was full of characters, wasn't it? It was almost exciting, really. And the words this girl spoke... a certain bit about it made her fists shake in anticipation.

"War is a pretty serious thing, you know. All of what you said is pretty serious, actually. And while I can appreciate your altruism..."

The ones who know everything.