Tomo walked around the city. Not dressed in her normal black garb but sporting a black tightly-knitted poncho with a black fabric hood. Two string dangling from the collar bone with white tuffs of faux fur on the end of it. As Tomo would never tolerate real fur. The size of the poncho was a bit large for Tomo, but that's how she normally liked her clothes. Underneath she sported a white tank-top rimmed with lace and pulled down slightly over the khakis she wore on her lower half. The pants were hardly form fitting, but hung low on her waste giving way to the lines of her stomach but not revealing so much she was asking for anything. They were straight-legged only giving a small hint to the curve of her legs that laid underneath the fabric of the pants.

While off duty Tomo enjoyed the human world as she enjoyed fashion. Something that was uncommon in the Gotei 13. Unless you were a captain you couldn't really represent yourself through clothing, but that was the case in many places she supposed. She had bought a gigai from the Urahara shop as many had recommended his works, and so far she had no complaints of the mans doings. It felt nice to have a body the humans can see. Granted she had to break her form if a hollow showed up, but things seemed calm so far.

The wind gusted passed her as she strolled passed an allyway casing her hair to go in many different directions. She was quick to throw her hood up after collecting the mess of hair and splitting it equally over her shoulders so the long length of her oddly gray hair tumbled down over her shoulders to her chest and pants. Stunning blue hues lifted the shopping sections of Kagamino city and her heart thumped softly. Sometimes she did truly wish to be normal. To be so ignorant of the world she lived in. To not have to worry about being attacked or taking a life; cause either way you put it she was a killer of souls. Granted, she had killed her own grandfather out of revenge, but then again the Senkin family was never high on her list of respect. That was the world she faced: Kill or be Killed. She was happy to be in connection with her spirit, but sometimes it just paid off to be normal.

With these dismal thoughts she continued to stroll down the sidewalk with her hand buried deep in her pockets and her head hanging ever so slightly. She was not a down person, but she was so in tune with her own mind that sometimes it veered down that path of thinking. She liked to call it the "ninth realm". She had picked the term up from a Buddhist book one time while passing a bookstore it is used to describe a humans down state or "sadness and anxiety". In Tomoko's case, however, this realm was where it was easiest to contact Masa in times of need. The two did not speak often as Masa was not much for words, but being born to a family of seers these were tricks Tomo had picked up as a child.

So deep in her mind, however, she did not see the form that approached her. While most humans moved out of the way this one bumped right into her snapping her out of her thoughts and turning her eyes from the walking path ahead of her to the person she had ran into. She was not mad, how could she? She wasn't paying attention either. So instead she placed a smile on her lips and adjusted her hair once more behind her ear turning those eyes to the person.

" My apologies! I was not looking where I was going," she said in a slightly panicked voice hoping the person was not mad raising open palmed hands and shaking them quickly in addition to her apology. How a girl of 5'3" could hurt anybody was laughable, but most humans were weak bodies creatures it was possible to hurt them very easily; even in a gigai. She bowed herself at the hip towards the person none the less of who's fault it was before standing upright again and smiling, "I hope I did not hurt you!" she finished.

Udarsha Kiel Reaper Jones, known as the former captain commander of the soul society was an isolated man. He never had friends, family, relations, only the ones from the soul society. But they were long gone now. Even so now that he was isolated from the soul society, he had nobody to talk with. But he did not care. Udarsha had a good thought what kept him going forward so far. And it was as he always says "Only the weak would seek the aid of other people/friends..."

After serving the soul society for 1500 years, Udarsha was now simply living his life in the town of Karakura. He had a small apartment, just for him. And it fit him well. His small apartment was located in the 18th street of Karakura town, though it was not far from the main street. No soul came to visit him; he was simply living a life of bachelorhood. Udarsha always says "All I need is bottle of coca cola and a good book to read at night..."

Kiel Reaper took his time walk about the town taking in the different smells and colours of the world around him, so much has changed since the 20's and 30's the changing of the world seemingly perplexed the ever crafty leader. But this day seemed to lead to some other providence lurking deep within its fabric a hue of foreboding colours invaded the spectrum that reaper looked forward too. The smell of a fight rammed its self in the nose of Reaper as stopped in the thick of the massive crowd he felt the presents of a coming being something of the human sorts, but until that source of power comes forth he would stand in the thick of it holding his hat as he looked forward, towards the streets of Kagamino City. It all ends here...

It was a boring day to today. Udarsha was walking on the streets of Kagamino city. The streets were quite and isolated. Not many people were on the streets except for some children playing around and drifters walking on the streets drinking alcohol. Udarsha Kiel didn't mind them, he just walked along passing them. As he was walking, he sensed a being with a little high pressure of spiritual. Udarsha looked around but he couldn't find him/her. As he kept walking forward trying to meet the person. I shall meet him/her...

Slowly making a turn towards the right, Udarsha looked forward. He saw two people talking to each other. One was a woman and 1 was a man. Udarsha signed loudly; completely misunderstanding the scene. "Oh, young love!" Udarsha thought, forcing a smile to himself. Shrugging, he started to walk towards them, trying to cut the isolation inside himself. He hated people but, sometimes its hard to stay quite. Everything is hard in this world...

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The man Tomo had run into was kind, and laughed at her formality. He was quick to tell her that an apology wasn't needed and it was, in fact, his fault for running into her. His eyes held a hazel hue with a mess of brown hair on his head. He didn't seem a business man considering his sports jacket and blue jeans but a well respectable man none-the-less, and seeming eager to strike up conversation with the undercover shinigami. So, she obliged herself in conversation about the days weather and other topics as they acquainted themselves with one another. The sun had been high in the sky that provided warmth on a colder day as fall weather was turning slowly to winter. Tomo, as was force of habit, kept most of the topics off of her. As soon as the man would inquire about her she would side-step it or simply ask another question, and with pressing eyes willed him to answer. Although Tomo didn't like to lie there was just something about getting to familiar with humans that bothered her.

Humans were fragile and weak in her mind. They didn't understand balance and control and often lead to quick deaths where they would either pass on or roam the earth for spirits like her to find and guide. It was just something she didn't want to be familiar with again. She had seen plenty of lost souls in her day, they were no different out of their body than they were in them. This didn't stop her from learning about them. Some of the people she would meet were fascinating with wild stories that would baffle her mind. Ever since she had been little it had always been school and practice and proving herself to somebody. Law and order was almost everything to Tomo which is why her current seat in the sixth quadrant seemed so appropriate.

They had been in the middle of discussing the current oddities going around the towns and cities. Buildings blowing up and crumbling for no reasons. This particular man believed it the work of terrorist, oh if only he knew. Playing stupid, however, she agreed. She had been in the middle of a sentence about foreign affairs when she had finally felt the presence of another spiritual being. Her blue eyes, once fixed on her conversational partner, now turned to scan the crowd looking for a face she recognized. When nothing came to show she returned her attention back to the man trying to recall what she was last saying. If this spiritual energy was not a friend she recognized than who could it be? She felt no threat, but she would keep her guard up. Once again getting lost for a second she jumped slightly when the man, whose name she was failing to remember, had touched her elbow.

"Perhaps we could discuss this further over some coffee?" he asked her waving his hand in the way she had just came in. Tomoko's eyes turned down, it was unwise for her to get close to this man. While talking was fun coffee was simply out of the question. A human acquaintance would only get hurt and become a liability in a fight. It was better to not get involved any further for all parties. So, she retrieved a marker from her pocket and took his hand in hers writing a fake number on the back of his wrist signed off with a heart to try and make her next words seem genuine. Her eyes turned up to him.

"Another time," she answered glancing at her wrist that held no watch on it, "I am due for work," she lied. What would he know? Tomoko only had so many chances to roam free in the world of the living while not on duty. The chances of her meeting this man again was slim to almost none, and that's what she was counting on for his own safety. As she turned to walk away the grip on her elbow tightened.

"Doesn't coffee sound better? Besides, I can offer you a job far more rewarding, I'm sure." he insisted pulling himself to her side. Her eyes turned down unsure of how to work her way out of this one. Bashfully she pulled her elbow away and waved her hand in rejection but not trying to be rude.

"Your offer is kind, but, we have only just met and logically it would be unwise for me to skip my duties of the day. Please feel free to call me with the details though, and we can discuss it further when I am not so busy!" she was kind, considerate and firm this time. With that she turned herself away from him once more to make her escape. In response, the man grabbed her forearm harshly tugging her back to him. The hood on her head slid off and rested between her shoulders as her eyes, now wide with shock of such disrespect, turned back to him as he began to speak through gritted teeth.

"You should really learn your place as a woman. When a man is offering you not only better wage, but coffee. It would be wise for you to accept no matter your circumstances." The line of his jaw tensed with anger and Tomoko was soon to realize that her rejection was not something he was going to tolerate nicely. This is the downfall to humanity, she thought to herself as she considered the man before quickly jabbing an open palm into his nose causing him to rear back and release her all at the same time covering his nose as blood began to gush from it. If he would not let her leave peacefully she had to make him think twice. Putting his hands on her was his own mistake."Bitch!" he yelled loudly. The passer-bys of the city whom had been ignoring the couple were quick to turn eyes and watch the scene.

Tomoko stared at the man she had mistaken for a respectable one as blood poured over his hands. Horrible things ran through her mind to add to the injury, but instead she turned on her heels once more. The geta's she wore making a distinct "clack-e" noise as she walked away from the commotion she had created with her eyebrows pulled together in frustration. She supposed there were some things that just wouldn't change. A man thinking he owned everything he put his hands on seemed to be one of them.

The situation had caused her to forget all about the second presence she had picked up on. Her guard was down. A rare thing that Tomoko never did, but she was upset by such disrespect. In this world, her rank meant nothing which brought to light the idea that perhaps being feared was often better than being loved. She was sworn to protect men like him and that made her sick. Sure, the situations weren't much different when it came to the Soul Society, but she was sure one would hesitate before acting so bold before her. It was simply a reminder that she did not belong in this world as a being. Simply as a protector.

Udarsha was confused to see all this happenings. These two people were fighting. Yet, Udarsha never knew the source or reason for the beginning of the fight. Udarsha signed; he did not want to interfere. This argument was totally of his comprehension. And Udarsha was not the man, who poked his nose to other people’s personal or private affairs. Signing again; he leaned towards the nearby wall and began to think as he watched the show. For the second time in his life, he was happy to be alone and isolated from others. It was a gift from God. Yet, Udarsha did not believe in such god. He was an agnostic. The true face of God has disappeared from this world a long time ago; and it shall never come back. Unless God himself shall come upon thy world. Still then, let all rot and stay lonely in this world...

Loneliness is not a sin. Loneliness is an unpleasant feeling. In which a person feels a strong sense of emptiness and solitude resulting from inadequate levels of social relationships. However, it is a subjective experience. Loneliness has also been described as social pain - a psychological mechanism meant to alert an individual of isolation and motivate him to seek social connections. To speak/talk with someone. To share a person’s feeling with someone. And mostly, to love someone. But some people did not have the luck to talk with people or have a strong relationship with them. And it was actually not a sin...

People can experience loneliness for many reasons and many life events are associated with it, like the lack of friendship relations during childhood and adolescence, or the physical absence of meaningful people around a person are a few causes for loneliness. At the same time, loneliness may be a symptom of another social or psychological problem, such as chronic depression. But Udarsha didn't have either of them, he always needed solitude. He wanted to be alone always. Udarsha had a good thought what kept him going forward so far. And it was as he always says "Life is just a big bad game. Just get F***ing used to it. Or just die..."

Udarsha yawned. His imagination and deduction was unappealing high. He was a brilliant man. But that was another story. Looking at the two people again; Udarsha exhaled. They were yet arguing. But something was different. They had changed their position. They were in another part of the street. By the looks of it; they were quite walking towards the Coffee shop, nearby. But frankly, there were not going there. Udarsha shook his head in disgust. He had waited for more than 25 minutes, so he could talk with the girl who had his quantity of spiritual pressure. Yet, there were no sign of getting to talk with her. Feeling bored; Udarsha started to walk towards them. He could see that they were much further, than he thought. "Oh, well. It’s good to have a good walk once in awhile...." he thought smiling to himself.

Walking towards them; Udarsha thought something to think about. Without any further thinking, he thought about the so-called, "End of the world". The ending of the world; had many theories among it. And one famous theory was the, Eschatology theory (And it was not a theory actually). Eschatology, from the Greek meaning "last" and -logy meaning "the study of", first used in English around 1550) is a part of theology, philosophy, and futurology concerned with what are believed to be the final events of history, the ultimate destiny of humanity — commonly referred to as the end of the world or the "World to Come." Some people define eschatology as "concerned with ‘the four last things: death, judgment, heaven, and hell’". Udarsha knew one thing for certain that, wherever he went, hell was coming with him...

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[[OoC: I'm sorry for the absents! haha I kind of got surprised with D.R.U.G.S tickets and we left for the show yesterday. I just got home.]]

As Tomoko was working her way down the road she folded her hands across her chest in a slight huff, but in turn taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly. It took a lot for someone to get under her skin, and it was a surprise that that human had gotten under it with only a slight bought of disrespect. She supposed they just didn't know better. Closing her eyes she shook the thoughts from her head and began to slow her pace back to one of a normal human. She was far enough away that she figured the man she had spoken too would not follow her. Anyone with the mind to come after a woman who just broke their nose is just crazy.

It wasn't until she had slowed her pace down did she remember of the second spiritual pressure that had been around. With a shock in her eye she realized where it had been coming from. She stopped mid-step and with curious eyes she looked at Udarsha. Had he been following her? A tingle ran down to the base of her spine. She clenched her hands softly in preparation of the possible fight that might happen. She didn't want to destroy her gigai but she did not recognize this person. Why was he following her? Well, she figured it better to just ask.

" If you are here to fight me know it goes against my duties unless you attack me first, and you should know I am only a fourth seat," she said matter-of-factly, "Killing me would have no use for you except raise your presence to the soul Society." Paranoid? Perhaps, but after everything the soul society had been through she wasn't taking chances. Why was she being so feisty though? He had done nothing to her but follow her, and seemingly watch her. If he had wanted to attack then when she was huffing around would have been the best time. So, what was he after? Company? Was he human? It didn't seem like it.

She rested her weight on her left leg trying not to show any intimidation and staying confident in her confrontation. If it was a fight he was looking for she could tell she would surely be no match, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. This was a thought running through her head as she swallowed her uncertainty and awaited his answer.

Yet, Udarsha was walking on the road. He did not rush or try to be reckless. He knew that, it would take one hour or more to meet his secret friend with high amount of spiritual pressure. Taking that as an excuse; He walked slowly. Admiring the nature that God has given them. As so-called, "Christians" say. Yet, he knew the truth! He knew that God was not the creator of the entire universe. There was no such "God" in the first place. Yet, he was not sure of it. If there was a God; why doesn't he show up? And end all this terrible tragedy's that was occurring in the world called, "Earth"? Yet, no god had show upon earth. As one of the greatest mind who ever lived had said, "I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of his creation and is but a reflection of human frailty..."

Panspermia (Greek: "all" and σπέρμα (sperma) "seed") is the hypothesis that life exists throughout the Universe, distributed by meteoroids, asteroids and planetoids. In talking language, Panspermia was the theory that said, "Life did not exist on earth still extraterrestrial life gave us that life." Mostly, this was the theory built by Astronomical-scientist's. In that way, we all could be extraterrestrials. Panspermia does not necessarily suggest that life originated only once and subsequently spread through the entire Universe, but instead that once started, it may be able to spread to other environments suitable for replication. Taking all of these facts in together; Udarsha knew that, if all the humans in the world were extraterrestrials. "Who would be the pinnacle of our evolution"?

Leaning back at the wall; Udarsha could see his young and beautiful opponent talking/arguing with a young man. Udarsha shrugged, he had no intention to interfere. As he leaned, he slowly reached his pocket and took a small cigarette box, which only contained 1 cigarette. Udarsha was not a smoker as all. He never drank or smoke. Yet, he made an exception today. "Just a bit..." He thought as he took a small lighter and lit it up. Udarsha closed his eyes as he took another drag on his cigarette, the harsh bite of the tobacco tempered by the calming effect of the nicotine. The peaceful feeling coursed through him, slowly filling him with a blissfully soothing effect that allowed him to view everything around him clearly for a few all too brief seconds. Once again, he reviewed his current plan one more time, he saw that she had made her move by walking slowly again with her partner. Smiling at himself, Udarsha walked. And eternal walk, where we all die in the end...

Going inside the small restaurant, Udarsha looked around. He could see that she was dinning with her partner. And her partner never knew his coming faith of doom. Slowly walking towards their table; Udarsha coughed. Yet, they did not look at him. They were in an eternal argument. They were so eager to talk they never noticed Udarsha at front of them. Yet, Udarsha waited. But no luck as usual. Feeling his patience running out, Udarsha grabbed the young boy from his collar and lift him up from his neck. And with enormous power he nailed the boys head on the floor, which made a sound of a big "CRACK". He knew that he had killed the young boy. The boy did not die in vain; but Udarsha will some day. Udarsha had the young woman full attention now, she was scared and frightened. Sitting down on the empty chair; Udarsha looked into her eyes and said sadistically with a psychotic grin on his face, "Lady! Ready your Lunch and eat heartily...For tonight, we dine in hell!"

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[[OoC: I'm assuming the woman is Tomo? If not, I will change the post around.]]

The sight of the boy being killed was all the people needed to start backing out of the restaurant second guessing their decision to eat, others decided to scream but none so daring as to come to Tomo's aide. The cleared out restaurant was a big space. From the stained glass windows back to the kitchen it could easily cram 300 people inside the walls. So as everyone made their way out the room was progressively getting bigger and bigger.

She tilted her head down ever so slightly as she listened to his words closely. She had barely began to eat and here she was being interrupted, again. Her eyebrow twitched slightly at the idea of being called "lady" but this was no time to get picky with formals. She took the napkin she had placed in her lap off and softly tossed it on the table while she rose to her feet. Her eyes flicked over the body of the dead human. There was no doubt he was dead; no human would have been able to survive that kind of force. ...How fragile their lives really are... was the single thought in her mind before turning eyes back to the killer. She still had no idea who this man was, but at the tone of his voice she assumed he was not one to be taken as lightly as she had been taking him.

" I'm really not one for hot places" she said with a soft voice, although she was afraid her voice never quivered or broke under the pressure of his gaze. As the civilians cleared out from the restaurant Tomoko made the decision to leave the fake human body to return to her spiritual self. AS she peeled out of the fake shell and let it fall to the floor he would notice she wasn't much taller than when she had been in the gigai. In fact, not much had changed outside of her clothing which were still too large for her body and the getas she wore on her feet. Also, on her side she sported a katana of average length and a black hilt. With her hand around the sheath she flicked her finger pushing the end of the sword out, but not grabbing the hilt just yet. Although he had killed the human boy she was hesitant to actually fight him.

"Who are you?" she questioned slowly taking steps backwards towards the window that she was sure she could easily break if the need to run came to rise. Tomoko was not a coward, but she knew when she was outmatched. His age just seemed to ooze off of him, not in his appearance, but in his energy. She relaxed her hand slightly around her weapon as she introduced herself, "I am Tomoko Kokoru, what is your business as it seems I will not be dining this evening."

"Who are you?" she questioned slowly taking steps backwards towards the window that she was sure she could easily break if the need to run came to rise. "I am Tomoko Kokoru, what is your business as it seems I will not be dining this evening." She said with a rough and stern voice. Udarsha laughed hysterically and looked at her eyes. She had light blue colour eyes with gray curly hair. Yet, it was not so curly. She was actual good looking masterpiece. Frankly, Udarsha did not care about women. Even though, he had a devoted following where ever he went. Taking a small coke bottle from the table; Udarsha poured it onto the glass. As he began to drink it slowly... After taking two full gulps from it, he trowed the glass away as it got hit with the wall. Taking a deep breath he said, "Lady, this is not the time to be arrogant of you!"

Trying to start up a conversation with the soul reaper; Udarsha opened up his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by a small young boy in the age of 13 or 14. He was shaking to death. On his hand was a small hand-gun which policemen used to hunt down criminals and stuff. The young was straight aiming the pistol at Udarsha's chest. With a small smile on his face, Udarsha stretched his hand out and grabbed the boy with his collar. Giving him a small push towards him; Udarsha managed to put the boy on the table. The boy started to shake more. Keeping his fingers on his lips, Udarsha said slowly with a whisper, "Hush, dear one! Your Mama is gonna by you a big Daddy doll..."

Looking closer towards at the boy, Udarsha found them, "Chain of fate" sticking out of his small chest. The Chain of Fate is a chain that binds souls to their living bodies. The Encroachment of the chain causes a Plus to transform into a Hollow. Yet, the boy was not a Hollow still. He was a spiritual being in the universe that resides in Soul Society. Many Souls live in the Rukongai and are not allowed into the Seireitei where the Shinigami and the Gotei 13 reside. While many Souls are deceased Humans from the Human World, it is known that they can be born within the Soul Society as well. Feeling sorry for the boy, Udarsha took his pistol from his hand and threw it away as he started to finger his hilt. This time Udarsha knew one thing that, it was time...

Taking his Zanpakutō slowly from his hilt he showed it to the boy. In excitement he began to clap hands and cheer loudly. As for the woman she smiled happily. They all knew that Udarsha was going to perform Konsō towards the young soul. Konsō was the process by which a Shinigami sends wandering Pluses (souls) in the living world and send them to their respective place. Either Soul Society if they are good in life, or to Hell if their life was full of evil acts (such as murders, theft, etc). Konsō is performed by using the hilt of the Shinigami's Zanpakutō, tapping the soul on the head and transporting them to the afterlife. Smiling towards himself Udarsha grabbed hold on his Zanpakutō and without wasting anytime he sliced through the young soul’s chest. As he screamed hurtfully in agony; like a dying person. The boy never anticipated this to happen but yet, it did. Now everyone knew that he was not a polite person, instead he was a sadistic killer with no emotion at all. Smiling towards the soul reaper he said quietly, "Your number in up, hon!" And it was...

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[It is you!]

Tomoko's hands twitched in reaction but didn't want to move otherwise her eyes wide with shock as the man cruelly killed an innocent soul right in front of her. The shock slowly gave way to anger as something pricked in the back of her mind to calm down. As was traditional among the shinigami, Tomo was highly practiced in meditation and self soothing. Getting angry with someone who obviously had no problem killing her was not something that would be wise. She would be sure to use her words more carefully next time when she is confronted the psychotic stalker.

The boy had seemed so hopeful for guidance just to be tricked and fooled, a feeling Tomo knew all to well. She jumped back from the man that had still yet to identify himself her back facing the stainless gas of the restaurant and her eyes still affixed on her opponent. She pulled the katana fully from her side now holding it towards him. His power scared her deep to the bone, but she was truly a knight in black, and the disrespect he showed for that poor soul would not go unpunished. Tomoko had sadly been well known to run away from fights in the soul society do to the uncontrollable balance of her zanpaktou that would surely end in her death some day, but this injustice...that cruelty...she would not let it go.

Of course this would happen when I'm on leisure she thought selfishly for a moment as her hands tightened around the hilt. Tomoko still had no idea who this man was, obviously at some point he had been a part of the soul society, but that was obviously no longer the case. Was he still shinigami only rogue? Perhaps he had been part of Aizen's followers? She supposed none of those questions really mattered for no matter who he was he had chosen to confront her and she assumed with an intent to kill her. Tomoko's mind boggled at the thought before she breathed in heavily through her nose and released it slowly through her mouth to calm her heartbeat.

Her raising hearbeat strummed with her pulse that radiated into the white knuckles that were gripped around her blade. He could probably even see it shake, but if she was so scared why wouldn't she run? Did she really care that much for a soul that she didn't know? Partly, but pride is what kept her feet from fleeing. Perhaps it was this that would be her downfall.

She hadn't realized how tight her mouth was clenched until she had opened it to speak and her jaw muscles ached, "It was not my wish to fight you," she clarified as if it needed to be, "but I will have you screaming in the deepest parts of hell where you can reflect on your actions, and to perhaps teach you how to truly speak to a lady" Hadn't she just got done with the whole speech to herself about holding her tongue? She took a more relaxed pose placing her blade to her side and taking one more deep breath through her nose and letting it out. With a slight bend of her knee she pushed off the ball of her foor and rushed at him with a quick pace raising her blade high above her head and attacking him with a downwards slash at his chest. The power behind it was hardly anything, but without knowing who he was or what he was capable of. She wasn't going to go all out.

[will reply soon! quite busy!]