A Lost Cause -open-

Hissori was drifting through Karakura town slowly, unsure what she was heading to do. Because she was not in her gigai form, she would be invisible to most people, but that wasn't what concerned her at the moment. Her soft, purple eyes were very apathetic, especially today for some odd reason that Hissori couldn't attatch herself to. Because of this, it was putting her in a disarray. This seemed, to others, to be a normal behaivior of hers; to be quiet, serious, and apathetic all the time, but for odd reasons recalled by Hissori, today seemed to be different. It was as though today, she was especially alone.

The wind blew against Hissori's choppy, uneven hair, and it caused her to narrow her eyes. Stopping in her tracks, she took a deep sigh, observing her surroundings. It was nearly sunset, and she was on a path heading for the forests. Beside her was a long river that was blocked off by a thin gate, but she could easily climb over it; and in her form, she could even jump over it. The sun was setting quickly, it was nearly twilight.

Hissori had strayed from the Vizard Warehouse early that morning, deciding it would be best to be on her own for the time being. Most of the Vizards most likely did not know where she was, but assumed it was one of her "moods". She would come back later that night if needed, but she'd stay out for as long as her emotions felt necessary. The coldness in the air felt calm against her, but there was something off about the atmosphere, as though she was not alone today. Looking around silently, she began to investigate herself, to see what could be in her path.

Aemi looked down to the man, blinking as she narrowed her eyes. She felt the wind slow against her hair and it made her narrow her eyes once more; still looking toward the man who was calling to her. She didn't know who he was, but she felt as though he definitely wasn't human. Had she seen him before? She wasn't completely sure. She knew that there was always someone who was wandering around, and Karakura Town was the place to do it.

With an emotionless expression pressed across her face, she watched him for a long moment, contemplating what he had asked her. Recollecting her thoughts, she took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm someone who likes to be alone," she muttered, and that was all she could explain to why she was alone, "And obviously, yeah, I'm not a human."

Hissori watched him for a long moment, blinking. She wasn't sure whether to be suspicious of him, or if he was really just being polite. Either way, it wasn't much of a problem for her, she was apathetic on most opinions. She wasn't sure how to answer him at first, but continued to watch him. He looked very interesting. She was getting ready to speak, barely opening her mouth when she heard a whisper in the back of her head.

I wouldn't talk to him if I were you... Irossih, her inner hollow spoke in a low whisper. Hissori blinked, looking down for a moment, What's wrong with him? If he attacks me, he attacks me. Nothing wrong with saying hello... she blinked, looking back at the man who stood before her, "I'm Hissori... may I ask what race you might be of?"

That's enough... we shouldn't engage in conversation... Aemi pursed her lips for a moment. Most of the reasons she acted the way she did was because her hollow had told her to. Inside, she only reached for help and wanted to show true emotion... but Irossih never would let her, I'm just trying to understand who he is.

Hissori watched as the man stood for a moment, but wasn't sure if he was thinking to himself or not. Letting herself lower to the ground, she took a step forward, almost nervously, narrowing her eyes. I wouldn't get too close to him... he might be dangerous. Hissori then stood still in that spot, obeying. She watched him for as long as he continued to stay silent, until he finally spoke.

Her eyes widened as she was able to find that he was a vizard as well. Someone like him on his own? Why wasn't he alligned with the other vizards... or has she not seen him? He's trouble... one whos power is like yours can also defeat your power... the voice continued to lurk in the back of her head. She let it pass through but tried to ignore it before speaking, pursing her lips afterward.

"I am a Vizard as well," she spoke solemnly, as if she was unsure whether to be proud of it, or disappointed. She wasn't really opinionative about the Vizards like she was with other races.