Eastern Wing City

Echo smiled sweetly. Did she understand from the beggining? Maybe, but she wouldn't tell. Echo was for, lack of a better word, still immature in ways. She never seemed to be down about anything, which could be concerning given the events that just transpired. "I would very much appreciate that Vegeshin Kanahashi" she said, her gem-like eyes glowing with something much more that just light.

Energy, Ki, Aura, Magic, Chi, Chakra, Raietsu. All of these follow a single common factor, they are all forces inside an individual's body that allowed them to draw strength and achieve god-like feats. Echo knew this as she spent many years studying this cosmic force and phenomina, and could 'see' or 'feel' his particular type. As well as, she assumed anyway, the opposite.

The man on the building was no exception to this rule either. As a result, Echo would turn her head to the direction Sukuna energy came from. "Though it would seem we are being hunted at the moment" she said in a calm tone even though the feeling was sinister. "I hope you aren't the Hero type, cause im no damsel, If a fight breaks out we need synergy, not romanticism savvy?"

Her eyes had strangely given off an awkward radiance, something he wasn't new to, but wasn't sure he'd seen such in a passive state like this. Most often than not...it was a precursor to something volatile and intense. Magic of some sort. Ki had been his tool; the ability blessed to him for his disposal on whatever he saw fit. Surprisingly enough...he was a rare breed. Everyone else manifested their energies in other stylized variants of, what he presumed, was a vastly similar method. Unfortunately, he was only capable of feeling out other Ki signatures. Despite magic and the like being, what he assumed, was a variant type...it didn't matter as he could only sense out other Ki users. Magic sensory was daft to him, as was being able to feel out other energy archetypes. He was, for all intents and purposes, a one trick pony when it came to sensory. And as such, he couldn't make a damn bit of sense about her, not heads nor tails, regarding her capabilities.

He took a pleasurable nod in her agreement but his gaze shifted as she seemingly plucked out another who'd been quite a distance off. He hadn't felt the individual, so he could only presume they weren't Ki users, but could only surmise she'd been able to feel him out. Such was the ins and outs of this nexus point of cross-world amalgamation. It came to no surprise really. Turning his attention toward Sakuna, his hawk-like eyes studying him for a moment, he waved a sudden dismissive hand and offered out a hand. "I've just arrived, as have you. I've no intentions of barking up the wrong tree. I'm not sure of what they're capable of, but my patience wouldn't allow for it to draw out more than half a minute." He explained, or was that a warning? True he'd been known for his gentle nature, but considering all he'd gone through in the past twenty four hours...it was likely that his fuse was, indeed, short. "So damsel or not, I'd suggest we get you clothed and such. If they're adamant enough on hunting, they'll give chase. If they can fly, then we'll have trouble...if not, well, they'll likely get caught up in traffic..." He mused, dropping a snarky little line at the end.

Bukujutsu had wonderful advantages.

Once he had finished his little scan of his surroundings, he had begun to walk towards the edge of the tall building that he was on, he leaned forward, and fell. Once he was falling he extended his hands, just to get the feeling of the wind, and did a spin, as he would perfectly land on the ground into an alley way. His hunt as began.

Gojo started strolling down the alley way holding his pda in the air to get a better signal, and trying to find high energy from a distance, and which he did, in fact he found two, just a couple of miles away from where he was. A grin appears from his face, as he reached his back with his right hand, and a large scythe.

The scythe taller then he was, and began sprinting towards his target. "Once I'm at a good range I can see if they are slaying worthy, the higher they are, the better the reward." He says to himself.

Echo looked back towards him, her smile still calmly resting on her face. He was very confident, and Echo wasn't so quick to dismiss the fact he had caught her in a near super-sonic free fall. She felt if a fight was going to break out, they had a better chance fighting together than anything did fighting one-on-two. Simple logic, strength in numbers. Anthians were, after all, a Warrior race.

"No, Vegeshin Kanahashi, I can't fly" She said putting her arms behind her back "But, I can jump rather high and run rather fast and levitate. However I cannot fly"

On Exaldin, Flying and Levitating are two completely seperate things. Levitation is similar to flight but requires magic to propell and lift. It also allows an Anthian the ability to seem as though they were standing on Air. Flight, however, cannot be achieved though magical means and is normally found passively in mostly animals or creatures born with wings. Most Anthians, when 'Flying', use a technique that is something akin to a Double Jump.

"But why must we fly? Couldn't we walk and perhaps chat more? I see no reason to streak of into the night, from the feeling I get from that person....." She said as walked past Him and began to walk down the street "He's trying to size us up and see if we're going to be a good fight, If we walk, maybe he'll think we're lame or something and just go away right?" She said stopping and spinning on her heel to look back at him with the same glowing eyes and kind smile.

Outside of this a certain Hellraven was flying up above when much like her unfortunate luck would have it, she caught sight of the whole spectacle normally she would never consider engaging, but well it had been rather tiring day and people in Gensokoyo been little more meaner than usual so there was a great deal of pent up anger. Pent up anger in someone who's weapon consisted of Nuclear Fission was bad, pent up anger without anyway to release well that was extremely problematic, so as soon as she saw the weirdo with the scythe she powered up her arm cannon and let loose a flurry of compressed radioactive energy in a beam that fortunately foreshortened before it reach the area they were in, but nonetheless the Hell's Raven was angry, utterly furious, "Oi weirdo, if you are still alive after that blast meet me outside the city if you got guts, you are annoying and well frankly I been edging for a fight all day, so quit annoying them and see if you can face up against Nuclear Fission."

The Hell's Raven stared at him furiously her wings opened so she stayed aloft, "Besides you are too young to be waving a scythe around like a damn pretender. So what say you, annoy these people or die in the most awesome yet horrific way, you have until my cannon recharges, if you don't answer then I'll recharge my blast and fire again, even an immortal can't take that much radiation, so your choice bucko." yeah she was pissed off, utterly livid and this genius had now decided to show up, one the whole scythe thing pissed her off as she knew he was not worthy of such a device and also his intent on annoying others that really got her mad. Nonetheless her shots had to be controlled while in city, if she let loose her full power levels, well it would be utterly distastrous.

As gojo was sprinting towards the two which he had seen from affair, moments later he had sensed another presence, he had glanced up in the sky, and sighted a female with wings sighting him. Gojo would stopped himself, but as soon as some sort of beam at him, he would just sit, and uplifted his scythe towards the beam, and deflect it once his scythe had glowed bright green.

Gojo had glared at the girl who was flapping her wings, hearing every insult that was aiming towards him. The beginning of the stick of his scythe to the ground. A laugh left from the boy, and he smirked. "Big talk for a wannabe angel, and me being a kid doesn't have to mean anything, I just easily deflected your unexpected attack with this scythe right here" He says as he show's off his scythe.

"In that case, a little kid deflected a powerful attack, so don't underestimate me." He barked, he had wondered where the girl had came from, and wanted to know the reason why she would suddenly attack for no apparent reason, since he has never encountered anyone before.

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A light beam was shot out of no where, though it wasn't heading towards the girl, or gojo, but towards somebody else, maybe the two unknown beings that he was trying to take out until he was disturbed by a random angry chick. "I wonder if that person is on my side, but I was hoping for that person to aim at her instead of them, but it's all good." He says to himself.

"Looks like there is some sort of conflict going on between those two, but I'm not the type of person to engage into someone's fight, though I did steal two of his targets, but eh oh well" The boy who shot from his rifle from the ground away of sight.

His identity was all covered with a white, and purple suit, with white arrows on his arms, and his sniper which he is holding with him. He just came back from a mission, and he didn't feel like resting just yet.

"I don't want him to think that I am on his side, surely I don't partner up with anyone outside of my group" He says putting his rifle away, and beginning to move swiftly, and undetectable with his suit still active.

So she couldn't fly. She could levitate, but what use was that when he needed her to fly. The rest had been a moot point, his question answered. He'd just need to haul her off away from this mangled mess of apparent action. Bukujutsu was fairly easy to learn, and just as easy to teach. Mayhap he'd give her a lesson, or two, down the line. For now, though, his interest was putting distance betwixt himself and that scythe toting brat. He'd just about begun to reply to her when his sharp senses caught the incoming beam of light. "Damnit. If it isn't one, it's another..." He grunted out, raising a hand to swat away the beam of light.

Much like Ki, he could deflect various other forms of energy simply by timing it right and coating his extremity in a thin layer of Ki to act as refractive shielding. As it harmlessly bounced off of him, his eyes narrowed on the individual who'd done so. Another who, for whatever reason, saw fit to try and execute he, or her. Both. Whichever. Visible, or not, it wasn't difficult to ascertain the point of origin a beam round had been loosed from. It were times like this that he remembered how infuriating the city could be. His days as a Militiaman tested his patience time and time again...seeings as he'd been akin to an officer of the law. Just with added perks and benefits and the ability to do things that normal officers weren't quite cleared to do. Since then, though, his privileges had been rescinded and he was back to being the typical vigilante hero the city apparently didn't want.

Closing the gap betwixt himself and Echo, his eyes casually flit across to take in the scythe wielding maniac and the strange female who'd chosen to make him her priority. Whichever the case, she proved to be the fleeting distracting he'd needed. Without another word, he turned his back on both the woman and the scythe wielder and paid zero heed to the individual who'd fired upon Echo and himself. He had no interest in this current conflict. If it continued to draw out...perhaps after clothing the scantly clad lady before him he'd return to clean up. For now? She'd been his priority.

"Again, I wouldn't worry about either of them..." He began. "My priority is to get you situated. And as you are, bare assed..." He continued, hardly holding back his tongue at this point out of mild frustration. "I think it best we get you into some clothes. Not carry off on a jolly stroll around the streets of Wing City when events such as this spring up more often than not." He offered. There was no need to wait around to hear her protests, either; instead he moved to scoop her up and over his shoulder, despite the obvious clean shot of her bare bottom being put conveniently in his peripheral sight. He'd just have to ignore it. "Not to mention I find it awkward wandering around with a young lady in no panties borrowing my shirt. And that leaves me bare chested. It just doesn't look right."

Without another word to add, if he'd managed to scoop her up he wouldn't hesitate in parting ways with the ground; his figure lifting into the sky.

Kaitlynn stared at the device in her hands and looked around before sighing and pocketing it once more. "Molly, where are you?" She said and looked around, clearly not happy. Once more the other's signature, or rather that of the demon in her, had flicked out of existence in a way that Kaitlynn knew meant one or two things. Either death, or a trip through a portal.

Long experiences with her improbable friend taught her that the chances that she was dead was basically negligible. It was annoying, but Molly had that effect on all probability. If it could go wrong, it did, but she always survived. Absolutely maddening.

An older man in archaic full plate armor rounded the corner to look at Kaitlynn. Fluids of dubious origin dripped from the seams of his suit, his head drooped over in defeat as he cleaned off his two-handed longsword.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe it. This is why you never leave a demon for dead...asshole pulled through and recovered. I came after him to finish the job, but he had help. The help did THIS to me. Maybe it's time for me to hang it up...oh, hi. Ever fought a guy with a rapier, hangs out with a redhead succubus? I almost had them, but I fell into their trap. Only by the grace of Pelor did I manage to break free, and here I stand, a shamed paladin...young warrior, you must assist me in my quest."

Officer Lang walked down the sidewalk with a tired look in her eyes. Having just gotten off duty, she wore civilian clothes, but had her sidearm at her hip, as well as her badge, and her partner, a Belgian Malinois named Roy. Upon seeing Kaitlynn, and another figure, the two quickened their pace.

"Roy, afliggen," she commanded, and the dog sat. "Everything alright here?"

One one hand, there was a crazy man in plate armor asking her to help him with a quest. On the other, there was a dog. She stared at him. demons were fun to fight, and she did have a weird kind of sacred duty. But there was a dog. Dogs were, frankly, ten times better. She smiled at the dog happily. "Yeah, my friend's just popped off the map again. I don't know what up with him though. I'm not sure I want to know. Can I pet your dog?"

Gary seemed more than slightly miffed at this. Getting brushed off by a fellow hunter. "I thought we paladins called each other allies no matter what. But if some freaking DOG is more important than our holy mission to eradicate demons from this plane, go ahead."

He threw his helmet on the ground with a loud CLANG, revealing white hair and a salt and pepper beard. Blue eyes conveyed his holy wrath at Kaitlynn. "Though I suppose we can and should work with the secular authorities. Greetings, Officer. I am Father Gary Mandolera...is this your animal companion? I seek assistance on my holy quest to slay a demon."

"In the order presented, yes, you can pet him, and yes, this is my dog. We're both sworn into service for Wing City PD, even if he isn't, by law, an officer," Allison blinked and thought for a moment. "Did you say demon? Heh....I think we may have a similar goal."

"Okay, so first, dude, not a paladin. Never a paladin. Mystical duty to kick demon butt, yes. Paladin, no." The woman wanted to be very clear on that. Religious orders were one hundred percent lame. She wasn't going to be bound by one. Molly's weird pseud religiousness was bad enough.

"Second...who's a cute puppy, you are, yes you are!" Kaitlynn has a severe weakness to fluffy animals, and given she was now on her knees scratching behind the dog's ears, cooing to the dog. It was a bit of a weakness. "And yes, demons are evil, let's kill all the demons and so forth." She commented blandly before she turned her attention back to the dog.

"Truly splendid," Gary coughed as he continued taking off his armor piece by piece, trying to clean out all of the goop. "The demon I seek is of dark hair, medium build, catlike yellow eyes. Last seen wearing a tailored three-piece suit and a fedora, may have partial armor. Wears a dueling sword. He was assisted by a redhead. From the way she picked him up and ran after I struck a decisive blow, she must be demonic as well. The two have hid out near the eastern gate, but traps abound. Whatever unholy union they have forged, we must put an end to it."

"Sounds like a friendly kind of guy. I'm looking for someone else, though. Nolan Fredrickson, a dealer of supernatural artifacts, as well as a drug runner. Suffice to say he dabbles in quite a bit of...well..everything. Where's the last place you saw your demon buddy, mister Paladin guy?" Allison asked as she handed Kaitlyn a treat to give to Roy.

Kaitlyn cheerfully gave said treat to Roy. "I'm just looking for a friend. She's a hunter like me, but with a minor possession problem." Minor. Kaitlyn would take care of it. She smiled slightly and shook her head. "Super tall, name of Molly Bronson. Likes reading and punching." Two very odd habits to have, but Molly was hardly a normal person. "Sources say she works with a special branch of the FBI or the Police. it's been awhile, so we're out of touch."

"Well. It seems we're each chasing different marks. But if we joined forces, perhaps we could in turn catch those that elude us when we work alone. What dost thou say, brave warriors? For surely there is no nobler purpose than to dedicate your body and soul to stemming the tide of cruelty and injustice, as both of you clearly do!"

He seemed a bit out of touch, to say the least, but at least he looked old enough to excuse the anachronisms. But his heart was clearly in the right place, as evidenced by what looked like priestly vestments under the slime-covered metal coat.

"So.....are we gonna sit around here and exchange notes? Or do you have a plan?" Allison asked noone in particular. "I need to know whether or not to report this as an off duty investigation or not."

"Yeah, don't report Molly as an off duty one." She said quickly. "I like not getting my lights knocked out." Not being punched was a wonderful thing. The young woman smiled.

"But you two can work together. I can find Molls on my own. It won't be too hard. I'll just follow the trail of sheerly improbable events." Was he seriously saying dost? She was not working with anyone who said dost. Still, the woman continued to pet Roy. Dogs were so much better than people.

"Very well, then. Let's leave the one that answers to her canine friend to her duties." Gary projected a bit of his ki to make this next part of his pitch more persuasive to Kaitlyn. "If you like, perhaps I will help you in your manhunt first, and after your target is neutralized we'll go after mine. I could use the experience to get stronger and smarter for my rematch. Justice will prevail in that den of misogyny he calls home..."

The young officer's cell phone rang, and she picked it up and listened to the call. "Roger that. I'll get suited up, five mikes," she looked at the paladin with a sigh. "Emergency, I have to go. I wish you well."

The officer disappeared, before another young woman walked across the street, a staff on her back, and a rather elegant, though somewhat revealing, outfit on. Her hair was long, and changed from black to a bright blue at the tips. She walked with confidence, with just the right amount of naivety to hint at her youth. The woman stopped in front of the two.

"Hello, I could not help but overhear your predicament? Odette Bellerose, of Meridian Isle. Can I help you out? I always did fancy an adventure!" She smiled and looked at the paladin innocently. "Besides, a Paladin like yourself might be strong, but you can't possibly work alone."

Right...justice. From a man in a suit of armor. Okay.And neutralize her target? What did he think she was going to do to Molly? And now the officer was abandoning her to the crazy man. Great. Luckily, it seemed salvation came in the form of a scantily clad teen, and Kaitlynn managed a smile.

"You know, I don't really want to neutralize one of my best friends. Get rid of the possession, yes. Other than that, not so much. But you and Odette here have fun." She said firmly and backed away. "I'm going to poke around the police station, see if any of them know Molls."

Weird paladins and teenage girls carrying staffs. just another weird weird day in this weird city. God, she couldn't wait to get Molly out of here and back home.With that, Molly turned her back on the other two and left, intent on finding the police station to see if Molly was there, or if they might know where she was. Seriously, how the hell could the other get away with these shenanigans. It just wasn't normal.

These shifting alliances...so confusing. "Two potential allies...gone. I know I seem a bit out of touch with the young ones, but someone's got to stand up for the old ways, lest we fall back to them. Greetings, Odette...I am Gary Mandolera, a warrior of the Pelorites. I bring the light of righteousness to those that hide from it and smite the wicked that oppose my holy quest. However, there are those that yet possess the swiftness of foot and blade to elude my judgment. One resides in this very town, who dealt me an embarrassing defeat. Do you wish for a friendly spar, to get a better idea of each other's skills, or shall I share information about my mark first?"