The Un-retired (Open)

Azalea yawned softly as she lay on the bench of the bus-stop. Her frilly dress was bunched up under her in a somewhat unladylike way, revealing her stocking clad thighs. But, her important areas were covered. The long suitcase next to the bench was constantly within grabbing distance of the hand she let sway off the side of the bench.

She had just returned to Karakura after vacationing in the United States. She had hoped to just slip away into a quiet life in the countryside, but recent events encouraged her to return home.

Now, she was just waiting to actually get home. Her babydoll heels weren't meant for walking long distances through the sleepy city.

Though, as her eye watched strange shapes moving through the air above the city, she imagined the city would be in for a wake-up call soon.

The bus certainly took its time, Azalea thought after laying there for over half a hour. She had but a short ride to her home, but it left her bored and tired by the time she arrived home, clutching her suitcase.

Its contents were, of course, her clothes and accessories from her vacation. And, most importantly, the collapsible, configurable spear. She had managed to buy several interchangeable spearheads that screwed into the shaft and were secured by a bolt inside.

Though she loved the mechanical spear, and most often used it while on the job, it was really just a cover for her supernatural powers. Sure, the physical spear was smaller, and had a different tip and wound entry than her Fullbring, but most humans wouldn't know the difference between a death by this, or a death by her powers.

She considered herself lucky to have such a convenient cover, she thought.

Once safely in her home, Azalea flopped onto her couch, lazily looking out the window. She felt like something was stirring outside, but she couldn't pinpoint what that was.