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[itssymbolic]

[Action - Peepers Street in front of his house]

[There's a guy stumbling out of 436, looking shocked and confused and soaking wet. He coughs a few times, doubled over on the sidewalk, his body rather obviously trying not to choke. How'd he get so wet? Who the hell knows.

Maybe you should go and ask him why he's making a puddle in the middle of the street if you're so curious.]

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[echoing_sutras]

You... would think I'm a monster, wouldn't you? I'm definitely not human.

[itssymbolic]

[...Wow he must be getting really good at guessing that. Or slightly more lucky than he is paranoid. He rather obviously tenses at the news, but makes no move to attack, or run.]

If you're not human, what are you?

[echoing_sutras]

I'm... -The guy wasn't Japanese... she'd have to find the right words.-

I'm what most humans would probably call a myth. The Japanese have a word for it. "Youkai". Spirits, demons, ghosts, monsters... We call get called the same thing.

Specifically, I'm a Yamabiko, or "mountain echo". So I guess you could say I'm a Youkai of Echoes.

[itssymbolic]

[He stands there for several seconds saying nothing, doing nothing...

And then he leaps at a (rather thin and pathetic-looking) branch laying near him on the side of the road, brandishing it in front of him like a bat.]

D-don't come any closer! [James was so sick and tired of creepy demon/monster things coming after him at this point.]

[echoing_sutras]

... You can't seriously find me that threatening.