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[h2][color=AD3A3A]Maya Desrosiers[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr][center][h3]~6AM | KAMAKURA | [s]LOBOTOMY CENTRAL[/s] GENJIYAMA PARK[/h3][/center][hr]
The scenery didn’t have much effect on Maya. Maybe in life, it might have; Japan was a popular destination for a reason, it had beautiful architecture and gardens and culture or something, but it had never really been on her bucket list. Sure, it was probably nice, but weebs made [i]way[/i] too big a deal out of it. 

Nah. To her, Japan, like everything and everywhere else, was boring. Nothing special, just some weird arches and colourful trees for millennials to take selfies under on their backpacking trips to [i]find themselves.[/i] That was why she hadn’t paid much mind to the park after a cursory sweep and some judgemental looks at 6am dog walkers - literally [i]who[/i] - and was currently more concerned with the marble-carved moron laying on the grass. 

Her hair tumbled down off her shoulders as she leaned over him, nearly brushing his face as she leveled him with a dead-eyed stare of distilled disappointment. She didn’t bother saying anything; there wasn’t much going on behind his eyes and she doubted he’d understand it. Instead, she heaved a heavy, long-suffering sigh and straightened up again, looking thoroughly inconvenienced. 

For good measure, she held out her hammer, formerly resting over her shoulders, and let it fall head-first onto Lucian’s stomach. It wouldn’t feel good, but it wasn't like it would kill him. [color=AD3A3A]“Hold this.”[/color] There, he could make himself useful. 

[color=AD3A3A]“Alright.”[/color] Stretching her arms and shoulders, now free from the weight, Maya sighed again, turning over Sigrun’s message in her mind. Lost kid, dude who sees ghosts, avoid the shrines, whatever. She looked around at her little assembly of mandatory compatriots and snapped her fingers at the one with the messy black hair and the wizard costume. God damn, this profession sure brought the weirdos out of the woodwork. 

[color=AD3A3A]“You. Nerd. Wanna get us started? Tell me about buddy who can see ghosts. You know about that shit, right?”[/color] she dictated. [color=AD3A3A]“And you, Sparky,”[/color] she looked to the blond who was still upright, vaguely recalling the newbie’s tracking spells, but not his name. [color=AD3A3A]“I don’t know, start sniffing for clues, I guess. It’s not like this kid was covering his tracks.”[/color]

[hr][@Hero] [@dragonmancer] [@OwO]