Rin Takahashi was a bored with his life, content with the stability, sure, but bored, yes. This particular morning, he woke up, ready to do the same old drill that he did every day. Get up. Rush to class since he was already always on the brink of being late. Watch the people who were on the track to become flying samurai. Sigh because he had no realistic chance of being like them. Come home. Do homework. Eat. Do homework. Sleep, and get up again. The teachers called this a case of minor depression. He called it realism and in his opinion, the rest of the city was no different. The only thing that they did differently from him was that if they were skilled in something, they had something to do after class as opposed to just watching. Getting up, he walked outside and realized that he was late as usual... well, even later. Sprinting towards class, he managed to trip over someone and land in the nearest fountain with a splash. Lovely. Maybe the typical day wasn't so bad. By the end of it, he wouldn't be pleased with just how true he'd find that statement. Opting not to change as that would simply make him later, he thanked the sun for being out and walked into class with only damp pants. Luckily, his messy white hair was simply that day to day, messy. So despite being drenched, he didn't look all that abnormal. Then again, that might have been a bad thing too. Even in a city as perfect as Altimeria, short, weak, skinny kids still got the short end of the stick. "Sorry I'm late," he panted, having done a bit more than his usual run. The fountain had been a decent sized detour. "The one time you're on time, you somehow manage to come into class wet on a sunny day. How you manage these things amazes me," the teacher sighed. "Fountain," he replied to the question that hadn't quite been asked. Several sighs across the room told him that those people had classed this as more information that they'd needed to know. Oddly enough, the day seemed to drag on just fine till the end of the day. Just as he was free to leave, a splitting headache hit, enough to send him stumbling to the floor. Unluckily enough for him, that happened to be right on his way out so more than a couple feet ended up trampling him. "Just my luck," he groaned as he got up and dragged himself towards home. On his way there, another headache like the one before set in, though this one was slightly less violent. When he opened his eyes, the world around him had completely changed. Gone was the semi busy street and the people walking home. That was well behind him. Rather, he was seeing the side of his house and several soldiers knocking on the door. After a few moments of no answer, the door was busted down and the world faded back to normal. There was a sharp pain in the back of his head and a splash. Oh, hello again, fountain. "Just my luck," he groaned once more, shaking his head. Looking back down the street towards his house, he hesitated, unsure of what had just happened. Taking a few steps towards it, he heard what sounded like a small scuffle. Several soldiers rushed out the door and around the side as through looking for something. One spotted him and yelled something inaudible to the others. Not needing any more convincing than that, Rin was off in the other direction. Two words echoed in his mind: Bad day. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything wrong but he had the tugging feeling that sticking around to chat with the soldiers to see what they wanted was not to be the smartest of ideas. Picking up the pace, he headed in the opposite direction, trying not to be so obvious that he was avoiding them as he disappeared into a crowd of people but that wouldn't last long. Rin turned around to look to see if the soldiers were still following. Yep. There they were, albeit he'd gained a little extra distance. That was about the time where he felt himself tipping over and not in a good way. No, it was the tripping over things kind of way. This time, luckily, it wasn't the fountain. That was back closer to his place. Oh, that part about being lucky? Scratch that. The glare from that wealthy businessman he'd just bowled right into told him that the fountain would have been far preferred. Rin picked himself up off the ground, high tailing it away from the businessman without looking back to see what had happened. All he knew was that the soldiers were still on his tail and that he was attracting more attention by the second. -- "Yes, I understand," Kaze bowed, walking out of the temple, Kamikaze's temple. She'd lived there for as long as she could remember, probably orphaned as a child and taken in. By choice, she'd gone down the path of a priestess and finally she'd been given a dignifying assignment, albeit one that seemed pretty easy. In any case, it was time for her to finish this up and get her long awaited promotion to an actual priestess instead of one of the many intermediary positions on the path up there. Maybe once this was done, she could move on to more important tasks and less menial work. It was down the street, after some kid. It wasn't even someone dangerous, just a regular kid. It was baffling to think of why orders had come for such an ordinary person to be brought before the god but not harmed, meaning he was wanted for reasons other than something that he'd done wrong. -- Rin took a sharp right turn into an alley, running over dumpsters and garbage cans on his way through. He could tell the soldiers were still following him but based on the sounds, he was pretty sure that their armor was making it harder for them to get through. That victory was short lived, though, as another soldier appeared to head him off at the other end, right in front of him. Frantically, he looked around for some way to escape but the alley was unforgiving, leaving him not so much as a ladder or some stairs. Without a better option, he ran for the one on the far side that had cut him off. Better to try to get around one than twenty. As the soldier in front of him reach out to grab him, Rin dived forwards, skidding out of reach but just barely. Scrambling back to his feet, he rounded the corner, trying to get past the guy who'd just walked by and hopefully force the soldiers to go around. "Seriously, I didn't do anything! You've got the wrong guy here!" he called back over his shoulder at the soldier who had recovered and had drawn his sword. "Sorry, kid. Its classified. Even we don't know. If you stop resisting, you might be let go after they check you out!" the soldier called back. Somehow, Rin highly doubted that whether the soldier believed it or not. He turned around just in time to see another group of soldiers approaching from the direction he was heading. Digging his heels into the ground, he grinded to a halt and took a right, not that that got him very far either as some of the soldiers had begun circling around that way too. -- Kaze darted down the street, making sure to keep out of obvious sight of the soldiers. Stupid Kamikaze. She hadn't been informed of this. If they were after the one she was supposed to bring in too, maybe this wasn't going to be as simple as she'd thought. These soldiers like all the others were under the employment of one of the temples but she didn't have a way of knowing which one. Since she wasn't told, she couldn't exactly order them to hand to kid off to her. Or maybe it was just Kamikaze being the neglectful kind of god he was. Again. However, just observing wasn't going to cut it. Her target was just aimlessly running around, trying to keep away from the soldiers. He'd get caught eventually, probably soon. A good amount of shouting told her that it was going to be sooner, not later. Sure enough, he'd run into a soldier as he'd rounded a corner. "I wanted a hands on job but getting into this kind of a fight was not the idea..." she groaned, dashing up behind the soldier and caught him in the back of the neck with one of her tessens. It was closed so it wouldn't cut but it hit hard enough to make him collapse, letting Rin drop back to the ground. He was naturally as confused as the approaching soldiers were. Kaze was short with long white hair and obviously dressed like a miko, not exactly the type that looked like the kind that was supposed to be fighting and was supposed to be on the same side as them but the passed out soldier on the ground spoke for itself. "I've been ordered by the temple of Kamikaze to bring this boy in unharmed. There is no reason for you all to be drawing your swords," she tried to explain. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding of sorts. If it was an erroneous order that they'd been following, this would hopefully smooth things over and get her forgiven for knocking one of them flat on the ground. As things turned out, that was only wishful thinking. Swords were drawn and that was the signal to pick Rin up and run. It looked really awkward hauling him down the street considering that she was even shorter than he was but there wasn't a choice and she was beyond caring how many people were staring. One massive gust of wind later that floored all the soldiers and civilians behind them, Rin wasn't sure whether if every priestess learned some of the ways of their gods or if she was just special or if it had been complete coincidence that the pile of soldiers back there had been knocked down. It was really hard to tell and his head was spinning too much to tell. About two blocks later, he was dropped on his face. It wasn't intentional. Probably. People who didn't know him probably didn't know just how bad his reaction time was along with every other physical trait there was to be had. "Oh, get up and run. Do I look like I can carry you all the way to the temple?" Kaze ordered. Rin noticed that she was a bit out of breath. He was pretty light by normal standards but she wasn't exactly huge either. "Rin. Rin Takahashi," he introduced himself, getting to his feet. "Yes? I already know who you are," Kaze replied, dragging him after her. It took a whole block for things to click which left her feeling pretty silly afterwards. "Kaze," she greeted. It was a simple greeting with undertones of "Shut up and run." Rin sighed and tried his best to keep up as quickly as his slow, clumsy feet would take him. It dawned on him that this was the longest contact with a girl that he'd ever had in his life, that Kaze was someone that would have been completely swarmed in normal life, and that her interaction with him was purely due to this being a job and that he might as well savor what was only going to last for another four blocks. Sadly for him, those four blocks whizzed by pretty quickly. They rushed through the doors to the temple where the head priest was waiting for them. Or at least he assumed that the man was the head priest. He was old, flanked by two other priests, and was clearly much more ornately dressed than they were. Kaze walked over to the priest, giving him a small bow. "I have brought the boy, Priest Hitogami," she told him, "Please inform Kamikaze." "Perfect," he said, motioning to one of the mikos who disappeared off into another room, "Unfortunately, Kamikaze-sama is currently away on matters with Izanagi-sama. In the meantime, why don't you all rest in this blessed haven? I heard what was going on outside in the city." Something in Kaze's head told her that something was off. Priest Hitogami was a good and devout man but not one who was usually so openly nice and accommodating. Rather, he was the gruff kind of man with a well of wisdom to share when he felt like it. He wasn't the most nice or gentle of the priests but certainly a respected one. Plus, Kamikaze wouldn't have just given her the order to bring the boy in to see him, then go off on business. Sure, the gods had urgent business at times but they were so close by. If Izanagi needed something, he could have just as easily done it here. Or it again could have been Kamikaze's chronic irresponsibility at work again. Still, it felt like she was missing something, something obvious. Shouting sounded through the hall as the doors were flung open behind them. Soldiers poured in behind them, the soldiers that had been chasing them, following by more coming out from the doors behind Hitogami who didn't seem to be bothered at all. Kaze would have smacked her head on a wall if she had the luxury to. It was so obvious. She'd even thought about it before. The soldiers were under the employment of the gods. There shouldn't even be any that were against her to begin with. She should have gotten them out of there the moment that Hitogami had said that Kamikaze was out but her mind hadn't been working fast enough, leaving them completely trapped in the middle. "Priest Hitogami, what is the meaning of this? Are you going to betray Kamikaze?" she thundered with a lot more authority than she actually had at the moment. Hitogami motioned to the soldiers behind him and the ten rushed towards them. Kaze stepped forwards, swinging her tessens upwards. A strong gale shot forth and Rin could have sworn that he saw a few dents in the armor of one of the soldiers before he collapsed. That just wasn't possible. Wind was powerful but it just wasn't possible to use a fan to blow hard enough to rip metal apart. "This boy has something that he does not know the worth of. We are on a tight schedule and thus have no time for games," Hitogami growled, pushing the injured soldier aside. In his left hand was a ball of fire and in his right a ball of lightning. Kaze's eyes widened, understanding more from that than most of the others did. A typical priest would only learn the ways of his patron god. That was apparently not the case here. The soldiers circled around them while fire and lighting rained down in the middle of the floor. There was no mere armor cracking here. Each blast took chunks out of the marble floor. Without any good places to run, Kaze grabbed Rin and jumped over the soldiers, a surreal seeming feat and one that would have worked but the hair on his back seemed to stand up and he knew what was coming next. A bolt of lightning struck them and they crashed to the floor in a half cooked heap. Rin glanced back at Kaze who seemed to be completely worn out and rushed the priest, figuring that if he didn't, the old man was going to toast her, then take whatever it was he wanted and finish the job. By a stroke of luck or the lack of it, Hitogami reared back in shock and fired off another, much larger ball of fire than had been intended and had to send it off to the side, making it miss so he didn't destroy his prize. The floor creaked, moaned, cracked, and collapsed, leaving them both to fall through it down an abyss that shouldn't have been there. Hitogami glared down the hole after them, safely on the edge. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get the ropes!"