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Someone is spying on you~

[The streets are calm and quiet. There is a cool breeze and out of nowhere a warp portal appears. Alphonse steps through it. He stands atop of a lamp post, looking down at the people below, watching them. It's as though we doesn't weigh anything at all from the look of things because he stands so perfectly on top of the street lamp. He's dressed in his full soul reaper gear and carrying his katana at his side.]

Strange, I could have sworn this was the way back to Soul Society...

((ooc- Rukia-Alphonse. You can only see him if you've died before, are one of the undead, are clairvoyant, or if you have other powers that allow you to see spirits since he is in reaper mode.))

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[[This one died! back when he was nine...]]

-=Thinks his eyes are deceiving him when he sees more whispy lines than person.=-

Ah... are you lost, somehow? You've managed to stumble upon Central City.

[He looks down at his alter and raises an eyebrow. He comes down from the lamp post, but he doesn't jump down. Instead it looks as though he's walking down an invisible staircase.]

Central....

-=senses something odd with this Al....He feels... unattached. Odd. Does his best not to stare through him as if looking at his soul. That's rude.=-

Central City. Only... Not.. -=points to the sign=-

[He knows that look by now. It's strange that people can see him, but then again he's used to a few people here and there seeing him. He's ran into situations like this before. He looks at the sign.]

I see..

I am a Shinigami if you're wondering as to what I am.

A what? -=mulls over the term=- I'm afraid I've never heard of it.

.....A Death God.

-=mouth forms a hard line=- You pull the threads of people's souls away from their bodies. Deconstruct the array...?

[he's wearing Envy's clothes. Um. he stops under the street lamp, apparently muttering something to himself - ]

Pretty, it is rude to stare.

[He looks up at the sky and feels a strange presence a long with those words. He looks down at where the voice came from and suddenly gets a strange feeling]

Pretty?

[He crouches down upon the lamp post for a second, looking down at the other before stepping down off of it.]

And you should not talk to your elders in that manner.

[He rests a hand at his side, since he's getting an awkward feeling from this one, he is about to draw his katana and use his kidō at any given moment if needed.]

[injured sniff]

Elder? You have barely met me and you say that you are older. And...[eyes his hand] attacking me would do no good. Besides, [indicates a package] you might stain this.

[blinks, though] Oh, sweetheart, are you sure this was your destination...?

[Smirks]

My destination was Soul Society. I ended up here by mistake.

[Glances away and gets another strange feeling]

Or not..

[Looks back at him]

Of course I'm older. I'm a Shinigami.

What on earth is a Shinigami and why should I care?

But as long as we are on introductions, dear Alphonse? I take it you are an Alphonse. Pride, homunculus, still missing his own soul for the past three years~

[Damn it this one is just as annoying as the one he knows. Dense. He rolls his eyes and doesn't want to explain but maybe he has to.]

To be blunt? A Shinigami is a Death God. A soul reaper.

[And if he's too dense to understand that he might have to make a drawing and explain to him even more.]

Hmm..Perhaps your soul is at Soul Society...

Ohhh. All right. Well, I apologise, Sir Reaper, but I am afraid that you will not get any -

[internally goes oh shit I have tonnes of incomplete Stones and fragmented souls]

[slowly backs away]

- thing from me. And ah, the soul, who needs it. Go reap -[makes a shoo-ing motion] somewhere else, dear.

Soul Society? What's that?

((Undead here~))

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