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___The day was late, and the sun set in a burst of fiery splendor that stood in stark contrast to the grungy, muddled asphalt and concrete that it settled over. Projects and cheap apartments sagged as though depressed around the littered street. Chain mail lined the few yards where Rottweilers and pit bulls and mutts in poor health barked furiously at anything that moved, including one lost soul that ambled along, kicking a can and inverting a green bottle marked with a red star over her mouth. Despite her short time there, she appeared to be part and parcel of the slums she strolled so silently through.
___From her side hung a satchel, devoid of cash, but full of some green substance she’d stolen recently. Amber and otherwise all the colors of a toxic swamp, her eyes scanned the quiet, dirty road for a single man… the man she’d beaten up before to obtain this “skunk”. However, she’d been searching the entire day and found he’d disappeared, at least for the day. Soon the night clubs would light up and the freaks would set up shop where she now walked. Powerful spirits fresh from hell might come and commit a few “crimes”. The prospect of fights or hostile strangers didn’t scare her, but the man she sought would probably come to frequent his usual locales in search of business, and when he did, this spirit would be waiting…

___"Oy..." the woman grunted audibly at his now obvious powers. Was he one of those hellspirits she'd heard so much about? She figured they'd be tripping over their own shoelaces when they came to the Natural World. Bats seemed like something one of the evil spirits would be able to command about. Then again, was she considered a hellspirit now that she was no longer one of heaven? She'd never had to fight another spirit before, this might be tough if he tried to run.
___"Well, I certainly want you, but is this gonna have to go rough?"

___He was so adorable... the way he just stood up there, being vaguely... hey! The woman shook her head left and right to bring things back into focus. She didn't know what kinds of abilities he had, so it was important that she remain on her toes... at least if she wanted to be on top this battle. Smirking sinisterly, she shakes her hands in the air as though she's drying them off to get all the stiffness out of the joints. Since she was a yokai, she wouldn't need to do any chanting, it all came out of her body. "I gotta warn you, I don't play nice." Putting her hand to the ground, electricity would start to swirl in the area, forming into strands of circling lighting.

___Awh, come on. He could fly? Humans weren't supposed to fly without those big metal can thingies. At least her previous hypothesis of him not really being human held up under this evidence. She wouldn't have an air advantage during the fight if he could fly too, and she was accustomed to that advantage when fighting with people. "You can call me Grunty!" she shouted above the thunder. As she spoke, the spun electricity grew a little brighter and suddenly left the ground, leaping up to constrict the man with the force of static. She preferred these ropes to material chains as they could bind spirits and immaterial beings just as though they were composed of solid flesh. This way, she wouldn't have to take guesses at him being able to phase out of the bind the way she herself might be able to.

___"Gotcha!" the spirit crowed in triumph. A good thing too, as she wasn't skilled enough to pull it off more than twice in a row. The skill was a pretty big drain on her power, however, so she didn't spend too long cheering. Grabbing one of the snapping, invisible ropes, she pulled until she was face to face with him. "Hi there, baby..." Her eyes glowed darkly as they scanned his body again. "Did I win?" the ropes slacked off a bit, but not completely. Fortune would have it that her eyes fell on his gun, and as a precaution she magnetized it so it would be easier to respond to should he decide to use it, and would make anything metal on his person likewise magnetized. Of course, she didn't know the fancy terms for these things, only what they were called on the level of her instincts.

___Sudden and unexpected, the kiss took her by surprise and left her with an odd jolt of pleasure. Honestly, she didn't know what to do with herself. That temporary feeling caused by the brief touch beat the green stuff she'd been smoking by light years.
___Some brief sense of this being a bad idea flitted through her mind, if only because the theory of him being a creature of hell hadn't been completely dispelled, but she wasn't a rational spirit to begin with, and his charms simply worsened that fault. If it was a trap, well, she'd die happy dammit.
___Thus, she drew into close proximity of him once again, putting her face inches from his. "So what do I win?"

___ “Hmmm…” allowing his fingers to intertwine with hers, a perverted expression comes over the spirit’s face as she considers the possibilities. Then again, considering the possibilities was a little bit tough for her, as she had no experience with these sort of matters. With that thought, her smile faded and was replaced by an uncomfortable expression.
___ “Eh… well, I won, that’s good enough for me, Cuteness,” she purred, backing off to a sufficient degree that he could stand if he so chose. “ I’ll let you go for now, I’m pretty sure I can find you later, eh?” In truth, the woman was at a more or less dead end. She’d captured the object of her affections, but now that she’d gone that far, she wasn’t really sure what came next. That was the sucky part of being from heaven she supposed.
___Her hands were loath to part with his, though. She eventually accomplished the feat, albeit very slowly. Embarrassment was a new emotion as well, not one that she was completely familiar with, but one that she was feeling frustrating tinges of now. Consciously, she broke eye contact and instead studied the inside of one of her pockets, searching for something that wasn’t there with all of her concentration.
___For a moment, the original reason she came down here flashed through her mind, that is… to find the man who was selling drugs earlier. The night was young… she had plenty of time, but somehow she didn’t feel like searching for him anymore. Perhaps the green stuff wasn’t as good as she thought…

___Anything her mind mind wished? Now that was more like it. The embarrassment melted away and a goofy smile came over her face... well, it seemed like a goofy smile to her. To onlookers it would come across more as a toothy grin or wicked sneer. He seemed upset at the prospect of her being able to find him later. Truth be told, she hadn’t been so successful at finding those she was looking for in the past, but at the same time she possessed a great deal of confidence in her own skills… confidence born of an underestimation of the vastness of the world and her own smallness. Such an ignorant cockiness would always be hers, more than likely, as she could hold very few ideas in her mind at once unless it was of utmost importance that she do… not so much out of stupidity, but out of trauma.
___Returning the incubus’s hug (and grabbing his butt in the process), the thuggish spirit seemed genuinely happy for once in her entire existence, and a gentleness descended on her countenance that had been absent since her parents had been tossed into the waiting maws of hell’s masses. Somehow she wanted to repay him for the feeling she got every time he touched her.
___ “Here, I want you to have this…” she whispered in his ear, affectionately withdrawing a full sandwich bag of the best quality marijuana she possessed and trying to slip it onto his person without breaking off the embrace, “…to remember me by…”