>Continue on toward the shrine.
>Pulling your jacket tighter around you, you proceed in a northwesterly direction towards the shrine of the Metal Tiger. Mayoiga is awake now, and even though it's sunday, there's plenty traffic in this part of town, both foot and wheeled. You pass by a few folks you know from school, and exchange polite greetings on your way past. You allow yourself a small smile at their happy faces. A simple thing to make people happy sometimes. It's a wonderful thing. Life should be that simple.
>About 10 minutes out from Ran's, you get a very different sensation from a figure that bumps your shoulder as he walks past you. He's a giant of a man in an oilskin coat, and a bundle that told he was a tramp. His head was nearly entirely concealed by the high collars of his coat, and the wide-brimmed hat he wore. Didn't even apologize, he just kept going, but that's not what gives you pause as you stare at his back. He had a familiar... you're not sure what the word is, perhaps 'presense', about him. Like you'd met him before, or at least seen him. A not uncommon feeling for people to experience, but for some reason, this nags at your mind. Perhaps given everything that's happened to you, you've become more sensitive to that sort of thing now. Or perhaps you're worrying about it more than others do. But there's definately something about that man you find unsettling, and it's not until a rather loud engine pulls up on your side that you are distracted, and stop staring at the departing figure. The engine belongs to a racy, beautiful looking ferrari sportscar, and this one, you definately recognize. Sure enough, the driver's side window rolls down, revealing Aya Shameimaru's smiling face.
>"Morning, Byakuren." she chirps.
