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Ritsukas Odd Encounter Sr Leaf 250414
In the quiet elegance of a traditional tea room, Ritsuka's morning is interrupted not by the impending rain but by an odd and unsettling encounter through her laptop and phone. An angry spirit, using modern technology as its medium, communicates with her, spelling out a demand that sets the day's dark tone. The spirit's initial greeting through her laptop, followed by the invasive manipulation of her phone, quickly turns from technological anomaly to a supernatural confrontation. The entity then ages her appearance on the phone's screen and challenges her with a disturbing proposition: to harm someone innocent to free herself from its grasp.
Ritsuka, somewhat unfazed and practical, steps into the stormy Sunday, hunting for a target under the spirit's malevolent guidance. She encounters a man, a seemingly easy prey, misled by his lust and oblivious to the danger he’s in. Ritsuka's interaction with him, laden with an undercurrent of dark intentions, leads them to a secluded spot. It is here that Ritsuka's true nature and the spirit's vile demand collide. She confronts the man not just with physical dominance but with a chilling joy in his fear and vulnerability. The spirit, ever taunting, challenges Ritsuka further, pushing her to darker deeds in the name of freedom from its grip. Ultimately, she dispatches the man, fulfilling the spirit's demand through an act as cold and calculated as it is driven by the ethereal bond she cannot escape. The spirit's departure leaves a silence, filled only by the consequences of the day and Ritsuka's undisturbed acceptance of her actions.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRLeaf):SRLeaf)
[Sun Apr 13 2025]
In A Tea Room
The warmth of polished hinoki wood embraces this room, its clean lines and
understated elegance reflecting both wealth and tradition. A large, low
table rests at the center, its lacquered surface gleaming beneath the soft
glow of a paper lantern overhead. The scent of roasted tea and faint incense
lingers in the air.
Along one wall, dark wooden cabinets with kumiko latticework conceal modern
appliances. A black iron teapot rests on the irori, the sunken hearth still
warm, surrounded by cushions arranged casually.
A wide, glass-paned window offers a view out to a shrine, framed by a silk
noren, its dyed camellia blossoms swaying faintly with the draft. Beyond the
glass, the black torii and distant hum of cicadas seem almost within reach.
Hand-thrown ceramic bowls stack neatly on open shelves while fox-shaped
incense holder rest near the window.
It is morning, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Ritsuka is standing with a laptop inside the tea room, looking less than happy. There is some swift typing a message on her phone "Hurry it up." And her laptop seems to trace a specific signal. It is not so much anger, but the quiet and cold impatience of one who would rather do anything else. The impatience of a monster of someone wasting her time far too much.
As far as Sunday Mornings in Haven go, its a typical one. The stormclouds that hang in the sky threaten to make it a rainy miserable day. The tea room itself is rather Zen regardless of the outdoors. But it's filled with Ritsuka's impatient energy as she tries to run a trace. Staring at the screen the command prompt just blinks, and blinks, coming back with no result. No error message...
Till suddenly a line comes back, it must be an error as the coordinates that are shown are for Ritsuka's exact location. There is a pause. Then a dot dot dot line then finally one letter after the next the word H E L L O is spelt out to Ritsuka.
There is just that seething sigh that leaves from Ritsuka's lips, but alas, while Ritsuka is a gen-z, which may mean that she has a better idea about how computers and those electronic devices work, she really does not have a clue about the more detailed side of it. She probably could install mods, but probably does not know about the user-directory and appdata. And so, the only logical conclusion is that someone is trying to piss her off hacking into the laptop. And so, it is just dropped, down to the ground, discarded as if worthless, and this means she now makes to turn turn to her phone instead.
Tossing away the laptop with a little clatter, Ritsuka abandons the device as not worth her time to bring up her phone. She finds its already unlocked before she even looks at the screen, it's operating on its own as if an invisible hand is accessing the apps and data on it, the photos gallery opens up, is flicked through very quickly as if being scanned. Hopefully there is nothing too risque on there, then the email is opened up and scrolled through with equally fast speed before Ritsuka's eyes.
The device feels hot to the touch, nearly too hot to hold but maybe not for someone like Ritsuka who can handle a little discomfort.
Welp, there is no odd photos, at least not of herself but there has definitely been times cases where others sent her risque photos. She does not bother to clear them out, though it is often just approached with a roll of her eyes. The emails however are mostly what seems to be work related, oddly worded, classified in their own ways, almost all exclusively from the Hanshin Group. One of them will stand out more, displeasure with the branch of another society, but Ritsuka now moves to try and turn the phone off.
As Ritsuka is pressing down the power button, the screen flickers as though glitching out but it doesn't turn off. Instead it brings up the selfie camera to look at Ritsuka's face and her fair features. There is a moment where she's left looking at herself but she gets the sense someone else is looking at her before her face twist into something not quite hers. The camera app has many facial filters that can make you laugh, cry, have fat cheeks etc. But none of those apply here, this one is something evil, the color leaves Ritsuka's cheeks and the skin under her eyes turns baggy, the color of her eyes become less vibrant and her lips become cracked. She seems to age thirty years in a few seconds. The person, who is Ritsuka, but not quite Ritsuka speaks then, with Ritsuka's voice but the ugly image on the phone screen, "I have you." it tells her and she finds that her hand is unconsciously gripping the phone too tightly to let it go and it wont respond to any attempt to do so.
There is a slow breathe that leaves Ritsuka as a sigh. Of course. Today had to be the day where there was more bullshit. But there is rarely something to do about it. It does make her anger grow cold and there is very much another attempt at a roll of her eyes. This follows by a more obvious sigh and then words. "What do you want? Or do I need to get someone from outside the door to get rid of you? I have more important matters to handle than a creep who thinks he is funny."
Surprise flickers across the face of Ugly-Ritsuka on the screen. Its a momentary show of emotion before the face goes more serious and half-dead looking. "Oh straight to bargaining. I like your attitude." the face stays still for a long moment as if the screen had frozen but then it's lips move to give an offer, "Hurt someone. Someone who doesn't deserve it. Do it to save yourself. The more innocent..the more delicious."
Ritsuka looks absolutely confused at that, yes, an emotion a monster will still show once in a while. Well, she could actually really do use a feeding. And there is, once in a while, the child or the other that might be caught off out on devilwood. The more crime heavy area also might have another stupid kid or two who need to feel like they are strong to get by, is that not ever delicious really? She makes to try and shrug, and begins to move towards the door. The intend is in fact to do exactly that. Find something that would be delicious to feed on.
On a sunday morning, its not super busy around town. It's a bit too early for the church goers. Kids are not out playing for the most part either. But that doesn't mean its a ghost town. There is just less witnesses. Wandering down the street there's a young woman, she's got the aura of a visitor, the green glow hinting that she probably doesn't know Haven that well, is probably here for some tame reason. The woman turns down a path to get off the road while glancing at her phone as if a little lost. She's an appealing target just for how easy she would be to get to alone.
Blue eyes do follow after the woman. She looks tasty, but she was, sadly, a woman. Obligations and all, even if Ritsuka was not the kind that women are protected from, and there was still her pact with the Eidolon whom may check in and then decide, Yeah nahwhatthefuckyoudoing?zap. She does not usually provoke that kind of retribution, and there was no need to provoke it, and it means she will simply have to seek to look for another.
Through Ritsuka's hunt she can't put down her phone and the face is still on the screen whenever she glances at it. When she overlooks the woman the phone version of her scolds her, "Pathetic." like it knows the reasons but disapproves of Ritsuka having some limits. Fortunately it doesn't take long to come across a truck parked on the side of devilwood, its a rusty 4x4 with a lanky man sitting inside. His window is rolled down and the scent of weed is on the air. He's playing loud rock music a bit obnoxiously too. It's hard to recognize him as anyone significant but he might just be a local red neck.
Hmm, there is usually some different types of trucker like these. He might not be innocent, but he might bear that arrogance that is just too delicious to break and turn into despair. Alas, he may also be a werewolf, but if he was of some power, she probably would have heard of him at least at one point. She makes her way over to the car "Hello mister- I have a bit of a problem." The Japanese that looks like a teenager says, her accent playing a bit more into it to make her seem unknowing, foreign. "I don't know what that word over there means. Can you help me?" Ritsuka gestures to somewhere where it might make more sense, but leads away from the main of the surrounding, and it of course comes with its own attempt at psychic persuasion on the word 'help' alone.
Initially the man looks bothered someone is at his window and is probably there to tell him to turn his music down. But when he glances over to see Ritsuka, he's easily placated by her appearance. His natural scowl fades into a charmless smile as he looks over Ritsuka. The man leaves the music on and the truck running but seems prepared to engage with Ritsuka as he goes, "What word?" while glancing past Ritsuka to see if there is a sign or something to check from the comfortable seat of his ride. He hardly waits for an answer before he's jumping the gun and asking Ritsuka, "You need a ride somewhere?"
"Hai-" Ritsuka starts, oh and then clarifies "Yes!" Far too cheerfully, she does not actually say much of where she needs to go unless asked and even then it is more to just go forward. It is always easier to lure people in by playing to be an easy victim, naturally. She does move around and does make to attempt to get on into the truck, though she does also try to lower her phone again to not seem too awkward with it and to hide that hideous thing displayed on her phone.
Score! The man seems more than a little pleased as he leans over to pop open the passenger door for Ritsuka. He's not a young man, years of sun have blemished his face, the lines are deep and unattractive and his smile is anything but geninue. When Ritsuka gets in he's ready to take off before even getting a destination from her. The truck chokes on it's disel engine as it takes them on a drive around town. "You look like a student eh?" he says, glancing over to look at her thighs. "I was a student once, money was always tight since I couldn't work enough. Bet you feel the same way." he's clearly leading the conversation towards some sort of nefarious offer, perhaps he's taken advantage of far too many school girls around devilwood and Warden. Or he's watched too many adult videos.
That is a thought that does draw into Ritsuka, this seems natural to him, and her answer is directed to be one that is unanswering but a truth regardless: "I have to go to Boston outside of Haven. And Hai, I study medicine." Not locally. that was before she came here. Before she became what she was now. Her expensive phone and clothing set aside, the man does not seem to notice them by the looks of it, and it is again no lie when she answers "Money is always a little bit of a struggle and trouble. Trying to save up and having enough to make sure there will be no problems is always difficult. There really needs to be more ways to make money in a place like America. They say it is the land of freedom."
"Thats a long fucking drive, but I'm not busy today and you seem like good company" The lanky man says after some thought. He takes a turn for the road out of town and begins to take them beyond the line Ritsuka is waiting to pass. Her intentions nefarious, but so are his. He has no subtly, no charm, no rizz as he reaches across to plant his hand on Ritsuka's upper leg. He just met her, but he's got her in his truck and they are rapidly approaching the middle of no where. He doesn't mention the touch but he does say, "Gonna cost me a lot of gas to take you all the way to Boston."
Her lips curl into a little smile, as Ritsuka turns and glances to the lanky man "I am sure I can compensate you... If you would like to take a little break for a moment..." Best not to risk the truck getting into an accident. She was strong. Not strong enough to move that. And an accident tends to have people investigate. A missing person on the other hand? A trucker. He may have family, but he would usually be out. The truck could have its plates be removed, some bleach to remove any fingerprints. Ritsuka did not wear any gloves today, maybe drive it further into nowhere and have a ritual cast to allow for encroachment to claim the vehicle to make it look just older. Body can always be dragged by her fox-self deeper into the forest and then hidden under some roots. Maybe some wolves get to have dinner tonight.
What a lucky day for this red neck who never gave his name and never asked for the name of his passenger. If he was aware of what was possible in Haven, he wouldn't have ever risked so much even for his dick. It's likely doesn't know how dangerous someone like Ritsuka can be despite appearances.
He pulls off onto a dirt road to no where and parks the car, leaving the music on as always, though he does turn it down. Finally stopped, secluded and lots of subtle promises given the man squeezes Ritsuka's thigh and looks her over, "You are a nice looking girl."
Her singular free hand moves to open the door - or attempt to, just to open it a slit if it is possible for her to open it, because that is all Ritsuka will need. There is also a ping on her phone for another bill that way paid. Some number for Hana District. All the same, that smile turns predatory as her single free hand comes to grasp for the man's wrist for the hand that was laying on her thigh, twisting it around and pulling him over. There is no hesitation in it, and nothing, that she hopes, that stops her from actually injuring the man severely - that may however also mean that she is doing a little too much and outright damaging the thing before she even has a chance to get started.
"What the fuck!" the man shouts as he's violently yanked across the cab of the car by the deceptively strong woman. There isn't any issue opening the door to take the man right outside if Ritsuka plans to do this out of the truck. The violence of yanking the man out of the car leaves him stunned till his fight instinct kicks in and he's trying to punch Ritsuka in the face without any supernatural ability or speed to make that even remotely successful.
Well, in reality, Ritsuka was not so good at one, but she was very good at grappling and she spends time pulling him out, all while offering that kind of grin that most definitely accounts for the cruel kind of creepy. Widened eyes, as if looking down at something to play with, a toy, and wanting it to squeal louder. "Judgment day has come, mister!" She tells him, all far too cheerfully, and then he tries to punch her, and she moves to try and move her body closer, to evade it, lessen any of the impact and to grapple the man down onto the ground. There was a hidden blade hidden somewhere around her chest, invisible to him, but aware to her, just in case it will need a little bit more. "Thinking to lure on poor girls to sleep with them! Look at how disgusting you are looking!" On it goes to subdue him, scratching sometimes just because she can and to make his skin burn.
There is no real contest between Ritsuka and the man, even when Ritsuka doesn't have the ability to let go of her phone, so she's quite literally fighting one handed. Still its nothing for her to subdue him. He's left groaning and in pain, at Ritsuka's mercy. Now the voice on phone decides to commentate and criticize. "This one isn't very innocent. I bet when you played truth or dare you only picked truth." it taunts her then decides to rescue the situation by challenging Ritsuka, "Take a picture with his phone when -its- done, send it to his family and all contacts. Or else I wont release you."
"You don't even know if he has any family." Ritsuka points out, her single free hand placing around the man's throat to choke him. Of course, it is feeding, of course, it is nice top see him squeal. "Don't know about you, but look at how much he must loathe experiencing his own predation turned around against him? Doubt he's ever had that experience, looks very much in tthe definition of the deal we made. He is innocent to the supernatural... and he is..." She looks him into the eyes, only letting him breathe a little bit now for a moment, just to see his reaction, just to let her words settle in "Going to die very soon." Her accent does vanish as she speaks, only reducing to what it is usually, a lighter accent.
A kick here and there and a weak throw of a hand is all the man manages to do while he's being choked out by Ritsuka. The fear is real in his eyes, and the realization that this is probably the end. No one, even unsavory men die gracefully. He struggles to cling to life while Ritsuka saps it. She gleans a little but of the psychic energy from doing this but most of it seems to go to the thing in her phone, feeding it. "Everyone has a mother. Don't you? What would she think if she saw you doing this?" the voice ask, probing Ritsuka for a possible weakness just for the sake of needling her.
"Remind me, why should I care if she saw or knew?" Ritsuka answers, asking critically. This was searching for humanity in a monster that already gave a lot of it away, and what was left, was to her duty: To the society, to Japan, for women. "I can just make her forget it, at worst it is just a little syringe and the prick of its needle to make her forget." She looks back at the man, removing her hand to scratch him just harshly over the face, even over one eye if it is in the way, the other got to be left alone, he got to see when his end nears, when he is helpless, when adrenaline tries to drive him away - when that last spark of hope will fade from his eye. At least he needs one of that for that to be seen.
Frustration can be felt in the phone in the way it talks to Ritsuka and chides her, "You are a slave to the power you have, you are not in charge of it." its still looking to piss off Ritsuka. However when the last bit of life is squeezed out of the man Ritsuka intends to murder..Now or soon. The face on the phone leaves, the cold grip she's maintained on the device is allowed to relax and there is no evidence at all she was ever under the influence of something else. Maybe she never was, maybe she just felt like killing today and her mind had to conjure justification to do so.
And yet, there is not any thought that draws that far. It doesn't matter, because she now, if he was not yet dead, will go on to start on that. If he can move, he needs to be given that last spark of hope of an escape. Maybe time to run ahead. Some precious seconds, or maybe, it is just a quick death, not one with a katana, but her own shifting into the nine-tailed black fox and just gnawing away at him until shock takes place and nothing more was to be gained. There would be a mess, and that mess does get dragged into the forest. Fingers are wiped at his clothing. The truck will need to be encroached on, but she can just spend some resources and have some Operatives handle it and figure it out. It won't be Ritsuka's problem anymore.
Ritsuka, somewhat unfazed and practical, steps into the stormy Sunday, hunting for a target under the spirit's malevolent guidance. She encounters a man, a seemingly easy prey, misled by his lust and oblivious to the danger he’s in. Ritsuka's interaction with him, laden with an undercurrent of dark intentions, leads them to a secluded spot. It is here that Ritsuka's true nature and the spirit's vile demand collide. She confronts the man not just with physical dominance but with a chilling joy in his fear and vulnerability. The spirit, ever taunting, challenges Ritsuka further, pushing her to darker deeds in the name of freedom from its grip. Ultimately, she dispatches the man, fulfilling the spirit's demand through an act as cold and calculated as it is driven by the ethereal bond she cannot escape. The spirit's departure leaves a silence, filled only by the consequences of the day and Ritsuka's undisturbed acceptance of her actions.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRLeaf):SRLeaf)
[Sun Apr 13 2025]
In A Tea Room
The warmth of polished hinoki wood embraces this room, its clean lines and
understated elegance reflecting both wealth and tradition. A large, low
table rests at the center, its lacquered surface gleaming beneath the soft
glow of a paper lantern overhead. The scent of roasted tea and faint incense
lingers in the air.
Along one wall, dark wooden cabinets with kumiko latticework conceal modern
appliances. A black iron teapot rests on the irori, the sunken hearth still
warm, surrounded by cushions arranged casually.
A wide, glass-paned window offers a view out to a shrine, framed by a silk
noren, its dyed camellia blossoms swaying faintly with the draft. Beyond the
glass, the black torii and distant hum of cicadas seem almost within reach.
Hand-thrown ceramic bowls stack neatly on open shelves while fox-shaped
incense holder rest near the window.
It is morning, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Ritsuka is standing with a laptop inside the tea room, looking less than happy. There is some swift typing a message on her phone "Hurry it up." And her laptop seems to trace a specific signal. It is not so much anger, but the quiet and cold impatience of one who would rather do anything else. The impatience of a monster of someone wasting her time far too much.
As far as Sunday Mornings in Haven go, its a typical one. The stormclouds that hang in the sky threaten to make it a rainy miserable day. The tea room itself is rather Zen regardless of the outdoors. But it's filled with Ritsuka's impatient energy as she tries to run a trace. Staring at the screen the command prompt just blinks, and blinks, coming back with no result. No error message...
Till suddenly a line comes back, it must be an error as the coordinates that are shown are for Ritsuka's exact location. There is a pause. Then a dot dot dot line then finally one letter after the next the word H E L L O is spelt out to Ritsuka.
There is just that seething sigh that leaves from Ritsuka's lips, but alas, while Ritsuka is a gen-z, which may mean that she has a better idea about how computers and those electronic devices work, she really does not have a clue about the more detailed side of it. She probably could install mods, but probably does not know about the user-directory and appdata. And so, the only logical conclusion is that someone is trying to piss her off hacking into the laptop. And so, it is just dropped, down to the ground, discarded as if worthless, and this means she now makes to turn turn to her phone instead.
Tossing away the laptop with a little clatter, Ritsuka abandons the device as not worth her time to bring up her phone. She finds its already unlocked before she even looks at the screen, it's operating on its own as if an invisible hand is accessing the apps and data on it, the photos gallery opens up, is flicked through very quickly as if being scanned. Hopefully there is nothing too risque on there, then the email is opened up and scrolled through with equally fast speed before Ritsuka's eyes.
The device feels hot to the touch, nearly too hot to hold but maybe not for someone like Ritsuka who can handle a little discomfort.
Welp, there is no odd photos, at least not of herself but there has definitely been times cases where others sent her risque photos. She does not bother to clear them out, though it is often just approached with a roll of her eyes. The emails however are mostly what seems to be work related, oddly worded, classified in their own ways, almost all exclusively from the Hanshin Group. One of them will stand out more, displeasure with the branch of another society, but Ritsuka now moves to try and turn the phone off.
As Ritsuka is pressing down the power button, the screen flickers as though glitching out but it doesn't turn off. Instead it brings up the selfie camera to look at Ritsuka's face and her fair features. There is a moment where she's left looking at herself but she gets the sense someone else is looking at her before her face twist into something not quite hers. The camera app has many facial filters that can make you laugh, cry, have fat cheeks etc. But none of those apply here, this one is something evil, the color leaves Ritsuka's cheeks and the skin under her eyes turns baggy, the color of her eyes become less vibrant and her lips become cracked. She seems to age thirty years in a few seconds. The person, who is Ritsuka, but not quite Ritsuka speaks then, with Ritsuka's voice but the ugly image on the phone screen, "I have you." it tells her and she finds that her hand is unconsciously gripping the phone too tightly to let it go and it wont respond to any attempt to do so.
There is a slow breathe that leaves Ritsuka as a sigh. Of course. Today had to be the day where there was more bullshit. But there is rarely something to do about it. It does make her anger grow cold and there is very much another attempt at a roll of her eyes. This follows by a more obvious sigh and then words. "What do you want? Or do I need to get someone from outside the door to get rid of you? I have more important matters to handle than a creep who thinks he is funny."
Surprise flickers across the face of Ugly-Ritsuka on the screen. Its a momentary show of emotion before the face goes more serious and half-dead looking. "Oh straight to bargaining. I like your attitude." the face stays still for a long moment as if the screen had frozen but then it's lips move to give an offer, "Hurt someone. Someone who doesn't deserve it. Do it to save yourself. The more innocent..the more delicious."
Ritsuka looks absolutely confused at that, yes, an emotion a monster will still show once in a while. Well, she could actually really do use a feeding. And there is, once in a while, the child or the other that might be caught off out on devilwood. The more crime heavy area also might have another stupid kid or two who need to feel like they are strong to get by, is that not ever delicious really? She makes to try and shrug, and begins to move towards the door. The intend is in fact to do exactly that. Find something that would be delicious to feed on.
On a sunday morning, its not super busy around town. It's a bit too early for the church goers. Kids are not out playing for the most part either. But that doesn't mean its a ghost town. There is just less witnesses. Wandering down the street there's a young woman, she's got the aura of a visitor, the green glow hinting that she probably doesn't know Haven that well, is probably here for some tame reason. The woman turns down a path to get off the road while glancing at her phone as if a little lost. She's an appealing target just for how easy she would be to get to alone.
Blue eyes do follow after the woman. She looks tasty, but she was, sadly, a woman. Obligations and all, even if Ritsuka was not the kind that women are protected from, and there was still her pact with the Eidolon whom may check in and then decide, Yeah nahwhatthefuckyoudoing?zap. She does not usually provoke that kind of retribution, and there was no need to provoke it, and it means she will simply have to seek to look for another.
Through Ritsuka's hunt she can't put down her phone and the face is still on the screen whenever she glances at it. When she overlooks the woman the phone version of her scolds her, "Pathetic." like it knows the reasons but disapproves of Ritsuka having some limits. Fortunately it doesn't take long to come across a truck parked on the side of devilwood, its a rusty 4x4 with a lanky man sitting inside. His window is rolled down and the scent of weed is on the air. He's playing loud rock music a bit obnoxiously too. It's hard to recognize him as anyone significant but he might just be a local red neck.
Hmm, there is usually some different types of trucker like these. He might not be innocent, but he might bear that arrogance that is just too delicious to break and turn into despair. Alas, he may also be a werewolf, but if he was of some power, she probably would have heard of him at least at one point. She makes her way over to the car "Hello mister- I have a bit of a problem." The Japanese that looks like a teenager says, her accent playing a bit more into it to make her seem unknowing, foreign. "I don't know what that word over there means. Can you help me?" Ritsuka gestures to somewhere where it might make more sense, but leads away from the main of the surrounding, and it of course comes with its own attempt at psychic persuasion on the word 'help' alone.
Initially the man looks bothered someone is at his window and is probably there to tell him to turn his music down. But when he glances over to see Ritsuka, he's easily placated by her appearance. His natural scowl fades into a charmless smile as he looks over Ritsuka. The man leaves the music on and the truck running but seems prepared to engage with Ritsuka as he goes, "What word?" while glancing past Ritsuka to see if there is a sign or something to check from the comfortable seat of his ride. He hardly waits for an answer before he's jumping the gun and asking Ritsuka, "You need a ride somewhere?"
"Hai-" Ritsuka starts, oh and then clarifies "Yes!" Far too cheerfully, she does not actually say much of where she needs to go unless asked and even then it is more to just go forward. It is always easier to lure people in by playing to be an easy victim, naturally. She does move around and does make to attempt to get on into the truck, though she does also try to lower her phone again to not seem too awkward with it and to hide that hideous thing displayed on her phone.
Score! The man seems more than a little pleased as he leans over to pop open the passenger door for Ritsuka. He's not a young man, years of sun have blemished his face, the lines are deep and unattractive and his smile is anything but geninue. When Ritsuka gets in he's ready to take off before even getting a destination from her. The truck chokes on it's disel engine as it takes them on a drive around town. "You look like a student eh?" he says, glancing over to look at her thighs. "I was a student once, money was always tight since I couldn't work enough. Bet you feel the same way." he's clearly leading the conversation towards some sort of nefarious offer, perhaps he's taken advantage of far too many school girls around devilwood and Warden. Or he's watched too many adult videos.
That is a thought that does draw into Ritsuka, this seems natural to him, and her answer is directed to be one that is unanswering but a truth regardless: "I have to go to Boston outside of Haven. And Hai, I study medicine." Not locally. that was before she came here. Before she became what she was now. Her expensive phone and clothing set aside, the man does not seem to notice them by the looks of it, and it is again no lie when she answers "Money is always a little bit of a struggle and trouble. Trying to save up and having enough to make sure there will be no problems is always difficult. There really needs to be more ways to make money in a place like America. They say it is the land of freedom."
"Thats a long fucking drive, but I'm not busy today and you seem like good company" The lanky man says after some thought. He takes a turn for the road out of town and begins to take them beyond the line Ritsuka is waiting to pass. Her intentions nefarious, but so are his. He has no subtly, no charm, no rizz as he reaches across to plant his hand on Ritsuka's upper leg. He just met her, but he's got her in his truck and they are rapidly approaching the middle of no where. He doesn't mention the touch but he does say, "Gonna cost me a lot of gas to take you all the way to Boston."
Her lips curl into a little smile, as Ritsuka turns and glances to the lanky man "I am sure I can compensate you... If you would like to take a little break for a moment..." Best not to risk the truck getting into an accident. She was strong. Not strong enough to move that. And an accident tends to have people investigate. A missing person on the other hand? A trucker. He may have family, but he would usually be out. The truck could have its plates be removed, some bleach to remove any fingerprints. Ritsuka did not wear any gloves today, maybe drive it further into nowhere and have a ritual cast to allow for encroachment to claim the vehicle to make it look just older. Body can always be dragged by her fox-self deeper into the forest and then hidden under some roots. Maybe some wolves get to have dinner tonight.
What a lucky day for this red neck who never gave his name and never asked for the name of his passenger. If he was aware of what was possible in Haven, he wouldn't have ever risked so much even for his dick. It's likely doesn't know how dangerous someone like Ritsuka can be despite appearances.
He pulls off onto a dirt road to no where and parks the car, leaving the music on as always, though he does turn it down. Finally stopped, secluded and lots of subtle promises given the man squeezes Ritsuka's thigh and looks her over, "You are a nice looking girl."
Her singular free hand moves to open the door - or attempt to, just to open it a slit if it is possible for her to open it, because that is all Ritsuka will need. There is also a ping on her phone for another bill that way paid. Some number for Hana District. All the same, that smile turns predatory as her single free hand comes to grasp for the man's wrist for the hand that was laying on her thigh, twisting it around and pulling him over. There is no hesitation in it, and nothing, that she hopes, that stops her from actually injuring the man severely - that may however also mean that she is doing a little too much and outright damaging the thing before she even has a chance to get started.
"What the fuck!" the man shouts as he's violently yanked across the cab of the car by the deceptively strong woman. There isn't any issue opening the door to take the man right outside if Ritsuka plans to do this out of the truck. The violence of yanking the man out of the car leaves him stunned till his fight instinct kicks in and he's trying to punch Ritsuka in the face without any supernatural ability or speed to make that even remotely successful.
Well, in reality, Ritsuka was not so good at one, but she was very good at grappling and she spends time pulling him out, all while offering that kind of grin that most definitely accounts for the cruel kind of creepy. Widened eyes, as if looking down at something to play with, a toy, and wanting it to squeal louder. "Judgment day has come, mister!" She tells him, all far too cheerfully, and then he tries to punch her, and she moves to try and move her body closer, to evade it, lessen any of the impact and to grapple the man down onto the ground. There was a hidden blade hidden somewhere around her chest, invisible to him, but aware to her, just in case it will need a little bit more. "Thinking to lure on poor girls to sleep with them! Look at how disgusting you are looking!" On it goes to subdue him, scratching sometimes just because she can and to make his skin burn.
There is no real contest between Ritsuka and the man, even when Ritsuka doesn't have the ability to let go of her phone, so she's quite literally fighting one handed. Still its nothing for her to subdue him. He's left groaning and in pain, at Ritsuka's mercy. Now the voice on phone decides to commentate and criticize. "This one isn't very innocent. I bet when you played truth or dare you only picked truth." it taunts her then decides to rescue the situation by challenging Ritsuka, "Take a picture with his phone when -its- done, send it to his family and all contacts. Or else I wont release you."
"You don't even know if he has any family." Ritsuka points out, her single free hand placing around the man's throat to choke him. Of course, it is feeding, of course, it is nice top see him squeal. "Don't know about you, but look at how much he must loathe experiencing his own predation turned around against him? Doubt he's ever had that experience, looks very much in tthe definition of the deal we made. He is innocent to the supernatural... and he is..." She looks him into the eyes, only letting him breathe a little bit now for a moment, just to see his reaction, just to let her words settle in "Going to die very soon." Her accent does vanish as she speaks, only reducing to what it is usually, a lighter accent.
A kick here and there and a weak throw of a hand is all the man manages to do while he's being choked out by Ritsuka. The fear is real in his eyes, and the realization that this is probably the end. No one, even unsavory men die gracefully. He struggles to cling to life while Ritsuka saps it. She gleans a little but of the psychic energy from doing this but most of it seems to go to the thing in her phone, feeding it. "Everyone has a mother. Don't you? What would she think if she saw you doing this?" the voice ask, probing Ritsuka for a possible weakness just for the sake of needling her.
"Remind me, why should I care if she saw or knew?" Ritsuka answers, asking critically. This was searching for humanity in a monster that already gave a lot of it away, and what was left, was to her duty: To the society, to Japan, for women. "I can just make her forget it, at worst it is just a little syringe and the prick of its needle to make her forget." She looks back at the man, removing her hand to scratch him just harshly over the face, even over one eye if it is in the way, the other got to be left alone, he got to see when his end nears, when he is helpless, when adrenaline tries to drive him away - when that last spark of hope will fade from his eye. At least he needs one of that for that to be seen.
Frustration can be felt in the phone in the way it talks to Ritsuka and chides her, "You are a slave to the power you have, you are not in charge of it." its still looking to piss off Ritsuka. However when the last bit of life is squeezed out of the man Ritsuka intends to murder..Now or soon. The face on the phone leaves, the cold grip she's maintained on the device is allowed to relax and there is no evidence at all she was ever under the influence of something else. Maybe she never was, maybe she just felt like killing today and her mind had to conjure justification to do so.
And yet, there is not any thought that draws that far. It doesn't matter, because she now, if he was not yet dead, will go on to start on that. If he can move, he needs to be given that last spark of hope of an escape. Maybe time to run ahead. Some precious seconds, or maybe, it is just a quick death, not one with a katana, but her own shifting into the nine-tailed black fox and just gnawing away at him until shock takes place and nothing more was to be gained. There would be a mess, and that mess does get dragged into the forest. Fingers are wiped at his clothing. The truck will need to be encroached on, but she can just spend some resources and have some Operatives handle it and figure it out. It won't be Ritsuka's problem anymore.