[center][h3]Sagamiyama [/h3] [h3]Sunday - Night[/h3][/center] [i][hr][b]OST[/b]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UV0tyQtGAe0]Precipice of Defeat[/url][/i] For the first night in this town's lifetime it was beset with an atmosphere of unease. The feeling of a shadow looming over each and every soul, the blissful ignorance of the unattuned, and the maddening paranoia of those with a sixth sense. The feeling was unoppressive and soft during the day, just a little bit of a strange feeling, like dejavu, something to pause for but not stop. Everyone who went about their day didn't notice it at all while the sun was up, not even the Shinigami native to Soul Society, however as soon as that sun dipped below the horizon... There it was. Like a hand reaching out for the heart, it tightened, just enough to feel constricted, but not so much that one would be choked out. And then... It was gone, those who felt this would be welcomed by an empty silence, dark streets that felt like something lurked within the shadows. On any other night there would truly be nothing there, after all, Sagamiyama was a safe town... But tonight... Tonight was different. Shortly after sunset, all of the substitute shinigami would receive a message on their soul pagers from Ouga. [indent][indent][indent][i]"Be ready as Shinigami, there's no telling what will happen. Patrol near your homes for tonight. Stay safe while me and Shouko try to figure out where they'll be. If you need help, or there's a Hollow you sighted, let everyone know on your pagers."[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent] [hr] Sara: [@LadyAnnaLee] Sara's trip out into the night was quiet, to say the least, but perhaps a little too quiet considering the excitement of the night prior. She got a message from Ouga not too long after leaving, already asking everyone to be ready and in their Shinigami forms. It seemed simply enough, stay near their homes and be on a lookout. Not to mention they didn't know the hollow's next move at all... Yet, to the misfortune of Sara, she felt it, a presence. Coming directly from her house... [hr] Darius: [@LC] Around the Stone household there was a creeping shadow of sorts, yet it's presence was not felt even as Darius arrived home to his loving wife. What was it? Why was it here? Questions that can be answered by asking the same thing to a tiger whose prey sat right in front of it. A kind of primal hunger and bloodthirst that was strong, yet so masterfully hidden. The scent of one with notable spiritual pressure lingered upon this house and so it stalked it, watched it, the one it wanted was yet here... But what is this? Who is this? Much weaker but so pure... A snack before the meal? No, it was far too light out. Such a move would bring attention... Best to wait. [hr] [center][h2]Sagamiyama - [color=f49ac2][i]Sakuhana Park[/i][/color][/h2][/center] [color=9e0b0f]"What is this tree... Why does it call me?"[/color] The falling ethereal petals of the Sakuhana Park sakura blossom continued to fall tonight and out of season just like it always has for the last ten years. An urban phenomenon that the people of the town have called a miracle. A new shrine was even erected at the very base of it where people would give offerings to it, believing it to be the work of some sort of kami. Tonight was a full moon and the light of which reflected off of the pink petals as they fell through the soft night breeze. [color=9e0b0f]"Is it this tree itself... Or something else within it?"[/color], Regalhorn, the mighty Hollow that had gained strength during a period where there were no Shinigami sent to the human world had gained quite a level of intelligence, enough to command groups of Hollow and have a purpose for each maneuver at least. His instincts called him back to this park, or rather... This was his goal the first time he was here, yet he did not know why he came here, or why he wanted to be here. He stood there, seemingly tranquil as his cape-like hair flowed softly in the breeze. Though, unlike last night, he was here alone... He had told the other Hollow to simply... Hunt. The Shinigami could not ignore their activity after all, meanwhile he would be here... Almost contemplating. Some Hollow would have lingered for awhile, unable to understand why he did not choose to come hunt, but ultimately their beast-like instincts and desires would have them move on and do his bidding. Such simple creatures he thought... Here at this tree, he knew... Something was calling.