[The natural perfume of earth from trampled mud permeates the old cemetery, one of the few such spots in this city where nature still manages to peek through here and there between the gravestones. Fertilized, one would imagine, by the dead.]
[That's the logical theory. The dark figure strolling between the headstones has other ideas though, glancing upward into the dark branches overhead. He'd felt the presence of another here, but paid it little mind. He was here to satisfy his own curiosity, after all.]
Do you feel them? [Matoba asks, a smile curving his lips. His head turns further, revealing the right side of his face swathed in a strange covering, the spellscript of an ofuda whorled into an eye-like pattern that bores back into Rokurou's, as if it covers something much alike.]
[The sensation is vague, with the dullness of senses in this place. But it's wrong, for a human. And yet despite that, scent alone would reveal a jarringly different interpretation: the dry spice of incense and burning salts of purification.]
[Like a cat spotting a bird in a tree and deigning to stay put and let it live, he smiles.]
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[That's the logical theory. The dark figure strolling between the headstones has other ideas though, glancing upward into the dark branches overhead. He'd felt the presence of another here, but paid it little mind. He was here to satisfy his own curiosity, after all.]
Do you feel them? [Matoba asks, a smile curving his lips. His head turns further, revealing the right side of his face swathed in a strange covering, the spellscript of an ofuda whorled into an eye-like pattern that bores back into Rokurou's, as if it covers something much alike.]
[The sensation is vague, with the dullness of senses in this place. But it's wrong, for a human. And yet despite that, scent alone would reveal a jarringly different interpretation: the dry spice of incense and burning salts of purification.]
[Like a cat spotting a bird in a tree and deigning to stay put and let it live, he smiles.]
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