[For a man of Hua Cheng's abilities, it isn't difficult at all to catch the beacon of cold purity, slick and sandalwood that was Matoba Seiji. It's where following his presence seems to split in two that the abnormality occurs- one part strangely distant and writhing, the other a steady point at the end of a hallway when Hua Cheng turns a corner.]
[He's met with the sight of a dark janome bullseye pattern on the back of a parasol, staring down the hall at him from where it's propped over Matoba's shoulder. An umbrella, indoors? Perhaps the exorcist is expecting some weather. It's a sight caught as the exorcist trails down one of the more deserted hallways of the shopping center, away from the crowds. It's a good opportunity- Hua Cheng could catch him down the quiet hall and pin him alone for his questioning- but even if he chooses to follow him down that hall, there's that distracting second pull of presence that seems to be growing closer to Hua Cheng from behind.]
[It feels alike to Matoba, somehow. But the feeling grows too different from the man himself, more and moreso as it gets closer- darker, heavier, and eventually as it slithers around the corner from the other direction- bearing a warped and malevolent spiritual pressure far different from a human's.]
[It's muttering something barely coherent as it winds quickly down the hall, its single eye fixed upon the bullseye ahead. It pays the ghost king no mind. He could simply allow it to pass, if he likes- could satisfy any curiosity by just waiting. But if the pungent malice from the monster isn't clear enough, perhaps the bellow as it winds its body to lunge at the exorcist is--]
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[He's met with the sight of a dark janome bullseye pattern on the back of a parasol, staring down the hall at him from where it's propped over Matoba's shoulder. An umbrella, indoors? Perhaps the exorcist is expecting some weather. It's a sight caught as the exorcist trails down one of the more deserted hallways of the shopping center, away from the crowds. It's a good opportunity- Hua Cheng could catch him down the quiet hall and pin him alone for his questioning- but even if he chooses to follow him down that hall, there's that distracting second pull of presence that seems to be growing closer to Hua Cheng from behind.]
[It feels alike to Matoba, somehow. But the feeling grows too different from the man himself, more and moreso as it gets closer- darker, heavier, and eventually as it slithers around the corner from the other direction- bearing a warped and malevolent spiritual pressure far different from a human's.]
[It's muttering something barely coherent as it winds quickly down the hall, its single eye fixed upon the bullseye ahead. It pays the ghost king no mind. He could simply allow it to pass, if he likes- could satisfy any curiosity by just waiting. But if the pungent malice from the monster isn't clear enough, perhaps the bellow as it winds its body to lunge at the exorcist is--]
RIGHT... EYE....