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Bolt - Quincy Hitman
HP:150 SP:150

Bolt entered the housing district, she had been like a kid in a candy store all along the way, trying to look at everything at once. She had been here once before at Remy's home, but she was excited to get one of her own. She had been thinking about how to solve her sp problem. this place lacked any of that in a usable amount, so it would be slow to gather. She wondered if she could train with Remy. She doubted very much that she would be able to do the ninja stuff, but she could handle herself in a fist fight. She almost didnt care that her powers were limited here, if she didnt have to use them all the better. She hated the idea of eliminating souls. Then something occured to her.

If she worked with the Shinigami she could fight but let the reaper finish it off to send it along to the afterlife. She wondered just what the chances of such an alliance would be. She would be much better in the soul society but she let that idea hang for now.

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Presently they found the house numbers for each of them, they just happened to be along the same street as remy's to boot, a nice quiet side street. She stopped and thanked her guide. "Thanks for walking us here, I can express just how bewildering this is. Usually things always come at a price. Now i'm being accepted for free!" She smiled, a truly happy smile.

Remy Jokir
Rat Sage
hp:150
cp:165

Remy unlocked her front door and hurried inside. She shut the door and tossed her key on the counter. She began to gather her belongings and supplies. It was easy enough to do, Remy had not really invested in anything besides extra clothing during her time as a resident. Pulling her road worn pack out of the closet she began adding in essential items. Clothing for several days, warm clothing, night wear and basic toiletries. Then came the gear.

Sleeping bag and ground roll, tent, a small hatchet, mess kit and fire building tools, rope and easy to carry food stuffs. A small rod and reel with a miniature box of fishing supplies rounded out her kit. Adding in a few bits and bobs of ninja tools and other things she had acquired filled the pack. Cinching down the straps she tried it on, adjusting it for balance. Even with all the gear it felt light and natural on her back. Dropping the pack she retied her boots. Then it clicked, she had nearly forgotten her old friend. Stepping into the bedroom portion of her flat, she pulled her pistol and holster from a drawer. Rubbing the barrel fondly she strapped on the holster and tucked the weapon in its sheath. The pistol was of forign make and design, but she could use her chakra to fire off a powerful concussive blast with it.

Re shouldering her pack she snagged the keys, locked up and headed for the town gate.