Children, teenagers, and adults alike screamed in fear as they were bumped up and down, again and again, in the insides of a metal monstrosity. Some ejected their lunches, others, their bowels, and some, a select few, simply laughed, either in fear, or for some strange reason, delight. But this... this was certainly a completely normal and fair night, or that is to say, the fair was in town tonight. As, yes, children rode roller coasters, licked ice cream, and dumped a rather angry man into a tub of water with a series of baseball throws. And in the middle of it all, munching on nachos that he was sure he was going to regret later, was Dan Terarana, with his usual neutral look, and today, clown clothes on.
It was a rather bright affair, baggy and yellow, with bits of frill around the neck and cuffs, including makeup and a spot of red that was probably meant to imitate the red nose most wore. He enjoyed the fair every year, but this year much less so. While he loved the taste of the greasy food, and it made him a little sick to his stomach, this year, his stomach was getting sick without the food. The reason being, spikes of spiritual energy of all sorts and kinds, from all sorts and kinds of people were going off. He wasn't sure why it made him feel sick, but it did, and it always attracted him like a magnet, but not today, oh no, they wouldn't ruin his fun tonight.
"
Go." A very deep voice would say inside of his head, in a rather lazy voice, that spoke as if merely uttering the words were a nuisance. This made the green haired man sigh, he really didn't want to.
"
Do it." The voice said, more or less repeating what it had just said. But Dan ignored it once more, continuing to munch on nachos as children with cotton candy chased each other. "
Do it." It repeated again, making the Frog Yokai's eyebrow twitch in annoyance slightly, before he dropped his nachos, and used his full leg strength to jump in the direction of the ruckus. "
Your angry at me, aren't you?" The voice asked, receiving no reply from Dan in no way, shape, or form, as he continued his extremely high speed running and jumping. "
Good, maybe you'll shut up for awhile then." This got a simple 'Hmph' from the man as he continued on his way.
It didn't take him long to reach where he was headed, while not quite as fast as a flash-step, his running could maintain constant for hours when he wasn't tired. Not that he knew that, of course, he had never tried to race a soul reaper, and had no desire to either. But, there he was, now watching a group of people fight a large group of hollow, and that was that. He simply crouched down, still in clown attire, arms on his knees as he watched the battle unfold before him. 'Well,' he mused to himself 'At least this is more entertaining than watching children throw up.'