[Backdated to October 13, at night]

[demifemme]

Who: Shura and Nicholas Reeve
Where: Capricorn Ward, 13th hour
Summary: Shura makes good on her promise to help Nick unveil his Persona
Warnings: Combat, probably swearing


It was already late when Shura knocked at Nick's apartment door, dressed in her combat uniform: shorts, shoes and nothing else. She was still a bit sore from the tournament; not physically, but mentally. She couldn't believe she'd lost. She figured training Nick would be a good way to shake herself out of her funk, and maybe acquire yet another skill for her Persona so that next tournament she could crush her adversary like she crushed her enemies back in her world.

Comments

[ghost_shield]

"I see. It's, uh..."

Freaky-deaky looking.

"Unique." He scratches his head. "So what'd it cast, exactly?"

[demifemme]

"The Picasas are ghost of humans who led bad lives. They feed on corpses, so they look like... what you saw." One demon lesson you didn't need, Nick!

"It cast Estoma. It's a spell that suppresses our presence, like our aura and scent, so that demons will be less likely to attack us. We have I think about an hour to make it back home."

[ghost_shield]

"Ghosts who lived bad lives..." A sympathetic look washes over his face. "What a rotten fate. If only they had some chance to atone... Well, I'm not saying they'd take it, but the opportunity should be available at least."

He turns to her. "Anyway, if it's going to take an hour, we'd better get started. Just hope we don't get sidetracked somehow."

[demifemme]

"I'm sure reincarnation takes care of it eventually..." She looks at a Nue passing by and ignoring them completely, waiting for it to be gone before speaking.

"Let's go," and she begins heading west.