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[i]Ueda "Nebula" Natsumi[/i]
[sup]21st ward - 02:41 hrs[/sup][/center]
After putting on her helmet and fastening it below her chin, Natsumi flicks up the latch covering the keyhole atop the motorcycle before inserting one of the various keys on her keyring and twisting. The motorbike quietly comes to life, purring under the moonlight, before her leg comes up and the motorbike moves out and onto the street. The red light at the rear of the vehicle briefly shows a pool of blood and a soaked limp hand lying in the centre, palm up, before it returns to the darkness of the alley.

The motorcycle blends right into the night streets from the moment the wheels meet the asphalt. The dominantly black vehicle with its dark tinted glass pane, metallic accents and trailing red light bearing a rider wearing a black suit with a grey vest and white button-up shirt with the top button undone, topped off with a matte black helmet with a reflective black visor which the street-lights stream over like water, almost make the image picturesque.

The rider - Natsumi - isn't opposed to hunting. Just like any other animal in the world, ghouls need food as well; it doesn't make it any less discomforting to have to hunt on your genetic twins though, who are only a pair of contact lenses and an organ away from being exactly like her - particularly when she needs to make a mess of the corpses to pin it on the 21st wards particularly violent overlords. It's tempting to think about what their lives would have been like sometimes: their families, their futures, who they would have met, where they would have lived, what jobs they would have had - especially when it was a trio of happy-go-lucky teenagers that wandered into the alley this time - but she knows better than to think of that. 

[i]"I have work in the morning,"[/i] Natsumi's thoughts quietly input as she turns a corner to head up to the toll road, [i]"I should get home and sleep."[/i] The motorcycles engine comes to life as she zips along the toll road. 

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[center][sup]17th ward - 07:36 hrs[/sup][/center]
The humble bell above the doorway rings as Natsumi pushes open the door to the small workshop. 
[b]"I'm heeeeere~"[/b] she calls with somewhat concealed fatigue, accented by vague bags hanging under her eyes. She leans over the front desk, which lacks a receptionist with opening still being 20 minutes away, where she takes one of the pens scattered across the desk and pokes her tongue out in concentration as she signs in upside-down. Before she can really comprehend it herself, she's backed off the desk and moved out the back to the staff lounge slipping a mug under the coffee machine's barrel and pressing the first button she sees that starts with "Lat". 

Natsumi lets out a sigh of relief as she sips her coffee whilst stepping into the workshop, wearing her black steel cap work boots and dark blue jumpsuit. 
[b]"Hey, foreman,"[/b] she calls out, [b]"what's the go for today?"[/b] 
[b]"You know I have a name rig-"[/b] the so-dubbed 'foreman' begins to retort before letting out a sigh, [b]"Just services, really. Nothing new to learn today, hope you don't mind."[/b] 
[b]"Eh,"[/b] Natsumi responds with a shrug, [b]"the revision always goes well - I'm still working on getting quick with the service sheets anyway."[/b] She raises her mug of coffee up to her mouth and takes a hearty sip as she looks over to the one car up on a hoist from yesterday before she looks over to the clock mounted on the wall. She still has about 20 minutes before opening. [i]"Maybe I'll go sit in the lounge and enjoy my coffee..."[/i]