Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

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She almost wished that she hadn't went last night. Because standing in this field again, in the same place she had been when she felt Hitsugaya die, was surreal. There was no one out here this time--no people, no kids, no mourning Shinigami, no virgin-eating birds. Just the chilly wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, shifting her flashlight and spear.

Senna moved close next to the buliding, hiding in the shadows and peering upwards. No birds so far. Maybe they'd be lucky. That guy better not show her up. Though she had to admit, wearing her Shinigami uniform was a lot warmer than the stupid outfit they gave everybody. And at least there was no more damn smiley face staring at her.

[Waiting for Reid down here.]

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The voice tipped him off; waiting nearby, apparently. When he got close enough, he saw her as a dark smudge amidst the mist, and closer still, he recognized her hair and her build, despite the very gay outfit she had on. And a big old staff thing, too?

Reid’s sensibilities were just about to make a snarky comment concerning the presence of more corny weirdness, but the yelling and the whisper of base instinct (danger, watch out, definitely magic) didn’t give him a chance. His own magic flared in response, eyes bleeding black--oh, hell no, what did they think he was, some kind of pussy?

Power, always at the ready, choked in his veins as Senna threw herself on him, knocking him aside.

“Fuck!” he spat, landing made even more awkward when he tried to catch himself. The attack hissed past somewhere above him; so close, it made his skin stung, his lips freeze dry. But still, thwarted Power was burning him from the inside out. “Fuck!” he cursed again, getting back to his feet. “I could have fucking handled that!”

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"What the fuck ever, man," Senna shot back, holding her shoulder. "This thing's got power, and I'm a little low on the sparkly effects right now! We just need to get--"

Whoa. Reid's eyes were black.

What the hell did that mean? What was he? "Uh..." She wanted to say something, but some training she never really had overtook her. "We need to get out of here right now." Up and over the wall, just like before. On the other side... then fucking maybe she'd ask what he was all evil-eye about.

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