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[center][h2]Ogawa Nakai[/h2][/center]
[hr][center][h3]~8AM | MT ARAPILES | CAMP GROUND[/h3][/center][hr]

The cigarette in his mouth had burnt down to the filter at this point, but Ogawa continued to hold the butt in his mouth rather than throw it away; he could have stamped it out and put it in his pocket but he didn’t want to stain his jacket with ash, even on the inside where no one would see, but he also didn’t want to be the kind of cretin that littered on a hiking trail. He probably should have thought about all of this before he’d accepted the cigarette from his fellow reaper, or at the very least before lighting it up, but he wasn’t one to turn down a kind offer and when someone offered you a cigarette you had to smoke it.

Saving it for later just seemed impolite.

Not that Vera likely would have minded. She didn’t seem like the type to care too much for the same kind of formalities that Ogawa adhered to, but others being forgiving of your bad manners wasn’t an excuse to forget to be polite. You could develop bad habits if you mistook others tolerance of your faults for your behaviour being acceptable.

Anyway, it was time to work; he could think about pointless things later. The wisp they were here for rounded a corner in the trail ahead of them and headed directly their way; that saved them the trouble of tracking it down and would normally be celebrated, if it wasn’t chasing an unlucky hiker and being watched the whole time by a camera drone anyway. Rather than this being a quick, easy job they now had to deal with their target while keeping their bystander alive and footage of this thing ending up online.

The others leapt into action as Ogawa reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling a pure black hammer; Aron giving the hiker a little boost to help them get away while Amelia dealt with the drone and Vera took the vanguard in dealing with the wisp. That left him with little to do himself but look to provide backup where needed, which most likely meant helping Vera.

“I’ll support.”

Fighting while trying hold a cigarette still between his lips was going to be a hassle as well; another reason why he should have thought ahead. He walked behind Vera, matching her pace but intentionally falling a little behind when she drew her sword out; he’d let her lead, try to stay out of the way of her weapon and pin this thing down if he could get a clear shot.