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It was Amon’s day off when this occurred (this is why he didn’t like to take day offs in the first place!) so he had an impromptu patrol run in his Sector to investigate just what the hell is going on. It was almost Halloween and things tend to get freaky around this time of the year, so that gave him a clue to build up his case. Last year was rather tame, but the year before that was his first taste of the nasty stuff this city could offer and it was a real drag..to put it lightly.

He was on his phone, relaying what he could to the bureau, when he spotted someone familiar just hanging by the end of the block. 

“Rize!” He waved at the other as he promptly approached the ghoul.

"You ready?" Lady squeezed the other's hand. They'd been sitting at an outdoor patio, a few emptied plates sat on Lady's side, most of them her own, but a few were commandeered from Rize and finished easily by the demon hunter. "C'mon, there's this little place I wanted to check out."

and this is exactly why i killed u

“Rize-chan, yoohoo...!”

Waving and smiling, the tiny author Takatsuki Sen called out to the taller woman. They had agreed to meet for a little shopping trip, and it seemed that both author and fan were eager enough, despite the cold January air.

But it had left him with nothing to do. He wasn’t use to this concept of free time, not to this extent. He wasn’t use to not having plans stacked within plans. He had no pressing tasks what so ever. And he was bored. That was all. He was bored.

If he had wanted to leave early, he would have asked. He hadn’t. He’d wanted to numb his brain with useless paper work until as late as possible and then pretend it was enough to put him to sleep at night. That was the idea. Had been for the past few days. It’d even worked a little yesterday.

Really, why did Amon even care? People caring just complicated things. You’d think someone like him would know that.

Rather than go back to his room, he’d decided he might as well wander. Nothing interesting was going to happen in his room, and there was at least a possibility out here. 

But of course today would be the day for even this city to let him down, and here he was, walking through the shopping district of all places, probably the least interesting part of the entire city. How had he even ended up here. Whatever.

He was just passing a book store when he figured he might as well see if he even cared for reading anymore, after several days of purposefully doing nothing but staring at paper work. Even if he didn’t, this one seemed to have a cafe, so he could at least get a cup of coffee. It wasn’t like he’d be able to sleep, anyway.

That had been the plan at least, at least until he made it several shelves into the fiction section. Well. Maybe he should have specified what type of interesting he wanted to find, because this? This was not it. He could smell her even from the next row. Even over the smell of the books, new ones and used ones. Even over the smell of coffee. After that night he was pretty sure he would have been able to pick out her scent through a thousand rotting corpses. But this wasn’t his imagination or his memory. Not this time. 

What had Uta said that first time they met here? We can’t always get everything we want, can we?

meme: closed!

Waterbenders had been earned something of an unwanted reputation in Republic City despite their long history of fighting some great evil and healing the good. A skilled bender could manipulate whomever they so pleased, and draw energy from the life around them rather than give it back. Rize finds she doesn’t need her abilities to manipulate the unwary citizen, her looks are quite enough to achieve that, but isn’t it fun taking things further with a little blood muddying the waters?