@shatteredminds send a quesiton: Once more was Noroi sent on yet another cursed object retrieval mission by her father, not that she had much better to do then sitting around and guard the temple on her clans territory, a clan that had been thought to be long dead for the past century. At least out here she could treat herself to some nice food. Anyways, after some information gathering, the unregistered special grade 'sorceress' had finally gained the location of the cursed object, a gem of her clans progenitor, Kuraihoshi Shinda. A man who was considered a special grade curse user back in the Asuka era, a man who had to be split into multiple gems, fourty to be exact, otherwise he would have turned into a cursed spirit upon death due to the Shinda clans... unique blood. A sigh would come from her as she emerged from the ancient temple, holding up the gem that matched the color of her eyes, blood red. Admiring how it caught the light, watching the cursed energy that flowed off it as she walked through the ruins that she had fought through to get to her goal. The constant leak of her potent cursed energy concentrated around her to some degree instead of how she normally had it spread out like a fine mist so she could sense others a certain distance away from her, though she waa heading back to the hotel room shes had rented in Kyoto for a few days.
"At least I can treat myself before heading back the the compound..." She would say to herself, not really expecting anyone to be nearby. Unaware that the location she was in was marked for a certain special grade to take care of at some point due to the large amount of cursed spirits that had made the temple their territory.
gojo had been there for some time now, like the normal person he was - standing upside down on the highest, most vaulted part of the temple's ceiling.
he was there to deal with the curses on the special grades, but for now, he found it more interesting to just stand there and watch the girl deal with some of them. she was good, she certainly was, but…
"treat yourself?", satoru asked from up high. "but you didn't even feel my presence here." he spoke with his hands in his pockets, walking across the ceiling and down the walls. oh, how he loved to start conversations by being annoying.
"i came here to deal with the curses, but it seems like you've already done most of the work."
