When Micky agreed for him to come along the next time he stole a car, Sam grinned even wider, a happy laugh escaping him. "Haha, yeeaaah! Awesome!" As they were walking, the taller and slightly older male took the offered wet wipes, cleaning himself off and when done, tossing the red towelettes to the side. If they'd been in Japan, the guy would have been told to pick them up and throw them away in a proper area for trash, but not here. Instead, they just walked on as if nothing had happened. Not that Samuel minded or anything, in fact at this very moment, he enjoyed the change of pace and rules.<br/><br/>Once in town, they continued walking the same direction, both quiet but enjoying the walk, when after Sam mentioned meeting his brothers, Micky goes on to say that he was just going to meet up with Ash...or Ashley as Sam knew her. He didn't know her that well, but he knew that Micky and she were really good friends. He kinda envied that and hoped one day he'd be on the same level of friendship as those two. But that sort of thing took time, and lots of memories shared, he knew that much. But who knew? Micky had been the first friend he'd made since moving here, so maybe that was a sign of better things to come? Sam was one who definitely believed in fate, that was for sure. Micky invited him to hang out when they smoked and got high, saying that Sam didn't have to join in if he didn't want to. "Sure, that'd be cool." He gives a big grin and two thumbs up, chuckling softly.<br/><br/>Just before passing by the building that was obviously a flower shop, Sam suddenly got a sudden chill running down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. He shivers a little, a frown on his lips as he glances around. What...was that? It felt similar to all those times when he'd seen any sort of paranormal thing...but ten times more powerful. That had to be it...a very, very strong spirit was around here...and it sure wasn't a happy one either. He heard Micky mutter his question, and glances over to him. So, Sam wasn't the only one who'd felt it. What was going on?<br/><br/>Before he had any time to dwell on it any longer though when a very tall woman passes them by. Sam had only seen her a few times, but he already knew her name. She owned some sort of blacksmith shop, which Sam thought was pretty cool. She waves at them and had a kind smile on her face. Sam waves back, grinning at her while replying to what she'd said. "I'll make sure he doesn't, you can count on me!" He gives her a thumbs up, laughing a bit while nudging Micky in the side. After a moment, he glances to Micky, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hey, are the rumors about this place...you know....real? Ghosts and goblins and werewolves and stuff?" His eyes shift from Micky's, upward, towards the now pretty much gone cut on his head. It had been huge, but now it was pretty much healed completely.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>In the flower shop, as she waited for the man to make his decision, she decides to step away and take care of some flowers. Picking up a smaller watering can than the one she used on the outside and green house plants, she sprinkles a bit of water on petals of blooms that grew in small pots, each individually handmade from clay, and decorated by yours truly, Feign. Flowers and stripes, ladybugs, butterflies, and bumblebees, along with a number of another assortment of images covered the surfaces of the flower pots, ranging from tiny, to huge. She was proud of her work, and was glad that she was able to have this little shop of hers.<br/><br/>A bell jingles softly, and she looks up from the plant she was working on, having pulled a couple of wilted buds from the rest of the plant so it could grow new ones, to see a head bobbing inside the shop. It was Astrid, the tall woman from the smithy shop. This was new, she never came in here. Feign wondered what the occasion was, albeit it was a very nice surprise. Moments, before she'd entered, Feign had felt a weird chill spread across her skin, but after taking a deep breath, she moves on, not dwelling on what it might be, though she had a faint idea just what it could be.<br/><br/>Astrid then speaks up, saying she had a few questions. Giving her a warm smile, Feign nods, setting the watering pot down. "Of course, what might your questions be?" She asked, brushing her palms against the front of her apron, getting rid of any droplets of water that had gotten on her skin from her task. Eyes filled with curiosity, she stood there with her head slightly tilted, and that same, warm and alluring smile on her lips, as she waited for Astrid to ask her questions.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>A soft sigh of disappointment slips from between his lips at the sight of the bug, now dead, on the ground before him. "Yowa sugiru..." The bug, like so many others before it, had been weak. Too weak. Death had caught up to it, and now there was nothing but an empty shell before him. Reaching out again, he squashes the bug beneath the tip of his forefinger, a satisfying<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">crunch</span></span>reaching his ears. Then, more crunching was heard by him, though in the distance, and this time it was gravel, though not all that far away from where he was kneeling in the empty parking lot by the abandoned store.<br/><br/>Turning his head slowly, he sees someone coming closer to him. From the uniform he was wearing, the man was one of the local police officers, and it looked like he was on break. Yūrei's face depicted no sign of any emotion, a blank look of emptiness was all that was depicted. He blinks slowly, hearing the words of the adult, but not paying attention to them. In one ear, out the other, as one might say. But this was more of that fact that Yūrei simply decided not to put any recognition to what he was being told. Why should he? He'd done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing wrong at all, just like all those other times.<br/><br/>He gradually inches himself around, using his heels to turn his body, so he was now facing the police man. Standing then, still bent slightly, he swipes his palms against his pants, brushing off a few specks of dust, before completely rising to his full height. Arms loose at his sides, he stares at the man, not blinking at this point, his already large eyes growing bigger. An almost...irritated bit of air forms around him, the view distorted much like when one looks at the surface of asphalt during a really hot day. The space around him grows hotter as he continued to bore his eyes into the male's face, focusing on the spot right between his eyes.<br/><br/>When the officer got within ten feet, the real trouble began. It was in almost an instant, no time to react, and yet at the same time...plenty. Heated air, extremely high in temperature, rushes past the adult like a blast from a heat wave, before in the blink of an eye the man bursts into flames. It was so sudden, no flames, suddenly to flames that enveloped his entire body. Screams. Screams of pain once more echoed in Yūrei's ears, as he stood there, watching the grown man writhe in agony, rolling around on the ground trying to put himself out, but failing to do so. The scent of burning flesh reached his nostrils, a putrid, gut wrenching scent, grotesque and disgusting, just like the body that was coming to a stop, twitching every so often, before becoming completely still. The man was dead, but the flames lived on, feeding on the flesh of the man that it had consumed so eagerly.<br/><br/>A red droplet falls from Yūrei's left eye, slowly falls down his cheek, to drop down to the ground below next to his foot. Another death, another bit of pain, another weakling who couldn't survive the fire. He turns on his heel, wiping away the remnants of the red tear from his face with the palm of his hand, slowly heading in the opposite direction from the corpse, knowing that if the police were smart...they'd stay away. Though of course, they had no idea no proof that Yūrei was even the one who had done this, he was just standing there, doing nothing but looking at the man before he'd caught fire. And even during then, he remained where he was. Like times before, spontaneous combustion would be the cause, but of course how...well, they never really had a reason for that now did they?<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he sighs softly as he walked away, twirling the cane he had with him, humming under his breath a cheery little tune, but of course, the expression on his face was a blank slate, eyes wide as he stared ahead. Sitting on his shoulder was a white little puppet creature thing, and to most, it looked lifeless, but that was not the case. Yūrei tilted his head to the side, so his ear would be close to it, and it was almost like the thing was whispering to him because he would nod softly, and mutter things back to it. Though if any saw it, most likely they thought it was a crazy kid doing his thing. Circling around, he passes the by the Sheriff's window, and turns his head to look inside as he passed by, and only then, did something appear on his face. The smallest of smiles, but probably the creepiest image ever, due to the fact that his eye had shown its true nature. 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