Night Hunt and Home Coming (Not closed, Izumi)

Due to a report in increased demonic activity from the forests I find myself positioned near the outskirts of the city in the Eastern Gothstone area. Of course, the city had its defenses against such things in this area, but brass wanted a sergeant near the area in case there was a breech. Lately activity had been on the rise and several new and much larger and bolder demons were starting to rear their heads. More importantly than that, my new telephone had succeeded in pissing me the hell off as I could not understand how to sync my calendar with my computer in the office.

With a sigh, I toss the mobile device softly into the passenger seat and then lean my head back onto the leather seat of my black sports luxury sedan. My head rocks softly to the side as I gaze out at a starry night sky with a three quarters moon glowing over the city. I recline in the passenger seat with my legs slightly cocked open on both sides of the steering wheel in a pair of black slacks, with a black Div12 t shirt and chest holsters, with my opened overcoat covering much of my frame. With a slight frown, I recall that I never did like full moons, and now that I worked in the aspect that I did, full moons would be like my Mondays since the strongest demon types reported liked to come out then. Sound comes from my earpiece and the phone glows from the passenger seat as a voice speaks to me. “Sergeant Asei, there is reported spiritual activity in your area.” I answer back, “I’m on it.” My finger rises up and presses the end call button on my earpiece as I give a soft grunt-sigh coming up as it was time to get to work. My arm reaches behind the passenger seat and grabs the stock of a shotgun before I open the passenger door and step out. 332

Of course the city wouldn’t have a fence around it or anything, since that would mean there was something to protect it from. The type of protection provided by the Division was of the invisible type using people such as myself. A seasoned Division 12 officer, I didn’t have much going for me other than my sharp senses and ability wielding a weapon. Luck had been on my side much of my rise to my current position since I did not hold the ability of many of my cohorts. Instead of a fence, the high way bordered the city, a grand loop around the place. This high way, was of course elevated in most areas being a ‘high’ way and all, as one should be. Beneath this high way would be what’s beneath almost any highway: a slummish type cement district between support pillars where homeless people often come to build shanty houses or sleep temporarily.

Away from the black sedan on chrome rims I stroll as I make my way through an area that seemed to break off from being urban. By this time, the shotgun had been slung around my shoulders and was being worn in a diagonal fashion across my back with my two pistols in their normal positions holstered beneath my underarms at upper rib level. The concrete of the city borders the grasslands leading out into the forests with a few access roads heading out towards corporate property, but no real main roads into the forest area. There was no real need to get the exact coordinates of the beast since I would be able to sense it. If all else failed, I would have the co ordinates already sent to me in my phone… I pause for a moment walking away from the car. Turning around, I head back to the car, open the door, lean in, and grab the phone from the passenger’s seat. Standing back up, coming from within the car, I close the door, turn, and place the phone in my pocket, proceeding in the direction that I needed to go. Back to the internal dialogue, I feel a small fry in the distance rummaging too close to the land of the living.

I continue walking for about a block beneath this area of the city’s edge, beneath the highway, when I come upon the demon. This was one of the types that did not appear before normal humans and due to the fact that it did not sense me, I could assume it was of a lower order. It looked like a normal dog and its head was down as it feasted upon the body of another unfortunate Yokai. If left alone, these types could continually devour one another until they became a problem. Eventually, within a few meters of the thing, it notices my presences and its head rises up appearing as a normal Doberman with three eyes; two where they were supposed to be and one in the middle. All three eyes blink at once as it looks to me panting with blood, guts and bile dripping from its muzzle. It bares its teeth and growls slightly turning its about around to me as I come to a stop. Reaching behind my back, my hand comes to my shotgun as I inform, “it’s time to put you down lassie.” 561

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There is a moment in the stand off as I stand at a distance from the demonic canine loading the shells into my shotgun. Bounding towards me in a leap, it thrusts itself towards me. My body shifts and my right foot steps back as the gun is cocked and releases a loud resounding bang followed by a sharp yelp inaudible to most humans. To a normal bystander it would look like I was shooting a bug on the ground, or something to that nature. Looking down, I am able to see the broken body of the dog that was repelled from me a foot or two, its body damaged from the shell and my ability to imbue my weapon to affect the spiritual. Its body begins to fade away in spirit particles and I sling the shotgun back around my back where it rests passively. Placing my hands in my pockets, I look up as the dog’s spirit fades away. “That was easy,” I remark before looking around and reaching for my phone. “And next…” I murmur as my hand reaches into my pocket, retrieving my phone. Looking through it, I attempt to get the Div12 application to run on it so that I could see what area I needed to go to next, but unsure of what a Navtype RS Domain was I find myself once again working on activities that would frustrate me. “Hmm…,” I reiterate in a low murmur meaning, ‘stupid technological device.’ 247

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As I tinker with the phone, I look up for a moment and pause. It felt like something was heading to me for that moment, but that feeling goes away as soon as it came. Because of that, I am unable to get a good reading. It was something that’s been happening relatively recently. Somehow I gained the ability to sense when something was off. I figured it was just a heightened sense of paranoia, but it seemed to be on mark some times. The only bad thing about it was that it wasn't something that was one hundred percent reliable. Shrugging it off as I continue to loiter beneath the dark shadow of the night beneath the bridge area, I look back down to my phone and just press buttons. Suddenly there is a blip on it that said there was something heading my way. Another "hmm..." comes out as it didn't seem to be anything higher ordered, which was always semi deceptively good. 165

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I stand looking out towards the forests, the city to my back, with the cell phone lowered in my right hand as I get a familiar inner ping telling me that something was coming or on the way. Since it was dark, I would not be able to see anything against the shadow of the forest, but I knew that I didn’t want whatever that was coming to enter into the city. The wind presses through my large coat and bangs slightly as I attempt to be still to get a good reading on where it was coming and which direction I should go in order to encounter it. I knew that it would be easier to simply dispose of it in the fields that rest between the forest and the city. However, it seemed like whatever was coming was coming fast. Deciding to go ahead and get ready to battle something, my body leans forwards and I pick up a run as I begin to make my way towards the interior of the surrounding grasslands. Whatever it was, I would met it half way, take it out, then go and get some donuts and coffee at the nearby shop. 200

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I continue to run away from the city and towards the forests as I come near the middle of the grasslands. I stop for a moment as I feel something like the ground was rumbling. I could tell that I was near where the spirit was. It would be annoying if this was actually a strong one and I came out here alone. Still, I was sure I had enough bullets to at least turn the thing back around. It was pretty bold to come out here all the way from the forest, but as a Division 12 sergeant, I would be ready for him. My body tenses slightly I lower my stand and look around. I notice something in the distance that seemed to hold a humanoid figure with some type of weapon in its hand. At that moment, I figure that I must either have mistook the spirit for a lower order when it was really a higher order, or there was another spirit vigilante around out here on the case. Not wanting to be brash and start shooting, and unaware at where the spirit went, since I didn’t see it, I stand up straight and look out towards the silhouette waving my arm and giving a sharp whistle. If it was demonic, it would come after me and I could shoot it, if it was normal, then it would probably try a means of communication. 238

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‘I had better get out of here?’ I think to myself, ‘I get paid for this shit.’ Still if some nut wanted to take out a spirit, that was no issue to me. The only bad part would be if that nut failed and then I had to take it out anyway… wait. The voice had come pretty clear in the night air. There were a few things odd about it. The first, previously mentioned, was that it told me to go ahead; the second odd thing would be that the voice was female and the third odd thing was that I knew who’s voice it was. “Izumi?” I call out in a questioning tone just as I felt the ground begin to shake. I look down with a variation of what could be referred to as my spidey sense as it starts to tingle. Looking back up from the ground I question, “what are you doing in the middle of no where in the middle of the night?” After thinking about my words, I was ashamed to say the same thing could be asked of me in this odd coincidence, but I didn’t know she was a demon huntress as well. 202

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The rumbling gets more intense and I defensively take a step back. There is another internal ping as I feel the position as a pre warning of where the creature would attack. Izumi was right, I would have to wait for a better time to get my questions in. By the light of the moon I was able to catch a glimpse of her, so I would also question her attire after this interruption. My body shifts backwards a in a short leap, and soon the ground explodes with what appears to be a large worm spirit lingering about with rocks and debris descending its form. My right hand pockets my complicated phone before both hands move to the butts of the pistols encased in my chest holster. My open coat is displaced as I pull both weapon out and pull them forwards, dual wielding them and standing my ground on one side of the large demon. The life bar fills over my head at 100% with my limit gauge at zero. It would seem that I held the highest react since I would have the first attack. There is a ting ting noise as my invisible cursor shifts to attack and I fire a single shot with both weapon at the large worm giving off a resounding echo. 219

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