))Reimi fidgeted in her chair as the nun in charge of math class continued to lecture, frowning as she struggled to comprehend the concepts being taught and ignore the whispers from the trees and wind in her ear.
"Is there something wrong Miss Greer?" The Nun spoke sharply, Reimi blinked out of her reverie to notice many of the students glancing back and her and snickering. Reimi suddenly realized she was in her combat outfit somehow, blushed crimson, and the kids laughed as she woke up suddenly, and stared at her ceiling in her dorm room.
"Well...crud. Stupid nightmares."
Reimi sat up, activating her ectoplasmic form just enough to float silently without making a noise and landing at her minifridge to pull out a yogurt cup to snack on, then returning to her bed to silently ponder the week so far.
She mused silently on how she had managed to already alienate an entie group of people in a weeks time as well as hopefully make a few friends sighing silently as she heard the wind speaking in her ear as well through the window.
After a few minutes in silent contemplation, the bed creaked as though to indicate it felt her unease and attempting to comfort her, Reimi smirked slightly as she snuggled back into her blankets, "Its okay, I get it, sorry for worryin ya. Jus' been a week",
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The next afternoon, Reimi found herself walking down the street on the way to the BBQ restauraunt she had started frequenting since coming to Paragon, humming a few lines from an Offspring song when the wind shifted and she heard a woman screaming for help nearby.
Reimi frowned, holding her hand out, "Hachiko, wake up, its showtime."
With a roar and a woman's battlecry, the air coalesced into solid ectoplasm in the shape of an ornate katana, and Reimi ducked into the alley just in time to see a pair of Outcasts accosting a woman.
"If ya know whats good for ya the pair of you will get lost right now, punks," Reimi growled, the spirit of her other half starting to leak into her mind just a bit with battle-lust and righteous anger.
The punks stared at the small girl with the sword and snickered as they pulled guns, "Oh god, what are we gonna do, not only a cape, but a kid cape. Don't you sidekicks got rules against being out without a mentor, cutie?"
A sly smirk from Reimi as she raised the katana "If you really want a fight that bad Hachiko and me will certainly oblige", and with that, Reimi rocketed off the ground as her body shifted to ecto, flying straight at the men and swinging her sword wildly , bullets passing harmlessly through her ghostly form as she managed to connect with one of the toughs, Hachiko's spiritual edge cleaving through soulstuff and likely leaving the man's arm useless for a day or so an in throwbbing pain.
"****! Run for it man, she's one of those freaky kids with powers!"
Both outcasts scattered as they realized their attacks were ineffective against the target, Reimi simply sighed as she landed and willed Hachiko back to sleep, th sword dispersing.
"You okay lady?" Reimi blinked suddenly as she noticed the woman was gone, only to notice her down the alleyway running away screaming. "Ah crud..Is it so much to ask for a little gratitude?"