[ A week or so earlier, when William had first arrived to the Far Shore - or, apparently arrived for the second time - he'd been told he would receive a shinki. But it seemed the heavens were understaffed at the time, and he'd been put on a waiting list. As if he wasn't already used to not having sufficient help around. He probably should have expected it to happen.
But this time is slightly different. This time, he could sense that someone here was waiting for him. An odd way to inform an individual that they'd finally been assigned a partner. Honestly, a written announcement would have proved more helpful, in his opinion. But, at least this time he was not going to have to go it alone.
Except, that along with that initial feeling was something else. Something that made him uneasy and suspicious. He hoped that the two feelings he was sensing weren't about the same person. Unfortunately for him, that's disproved moments later when he hears a young woman speak behind him. Hannah Annafellows. He knew that name. He'd written it far too many times on that report Sutcliffe had failed to fill out properly. He hopes to death that it was a mere coincidence and that this feeling is his imagination. But William T. Spears never seemed to come out on top with such things.
He turns, eyes immediately narrowing when he sees the familiar woman - no, demon. ]
ew demons
But this time is slightly different. This time, he could sense that someone here was waiting for him. An odd way to inform an individual that they'd finally been assigned a partner. Honestly, a written announcement would have proved more helpful, in his opinion. But, at least this time he was not going to have to go it alone.
Except, that along with that initial feeling was something else. Something that made him uneasy and suspicious. He hoped that the two feelings he was sensing weren't about the same person. Unfortunately for him, that's disproved moments later when he hears a young woman speak behind him. Hannah Annafellows. He knew that name. He'd written it far too many times on that report Sutcliffe had failed to fill out properly. He hopes to death that it was a mere coincidence and that this feeling is his imagination. But William T. Spears never seemed to come out on top with such things.
He turns, eyes immediately narrowing when he sees the familiar woman - no, demon. ]
Stay where you are.
[ Where was his damn scythe when he needed it? ]