Michael
Until recently, his travels through the city had failed to take him anywhere interesting. Of course, that changed when he came across a curious young woman who looked like someone straight out of that Asian ward, complete with the nice clothes and sheathed sword. What was curious, though, was the bloodlust that he could feel practically oozing off of her. Hiding his own presence had become second nature to the immortal by now, but under normal circumstances it simply rendered him as unassuming as the next guy, though this would suffice for now.
Nonetheless, it was odd. The hostility was unmistakable, but there was something off about it, something Michael found himself having trouble putting his finger on. Deciding that he had nothing better to do with his time at the moment, the immortal stepped off into a side alley after he passed the curious girl by before enhancing himself enough to leap up to rooftop level. Doubling back, the immortal watched the streets below as she happened across what looked like a small skirmish between some gangers. Unsurprisingly, she proceeded to butcher the lot, though the skill with which she moved was at least a bit of a treat to watch.
Deciding he wanted to see how this played out without risking being noticed, the immortal took a moment to withdraw into himself, a moment's focus being all it took for him to still his presence completely, his very existence no different from the silent rustling of a wheat field in the wind.
To his further curiosity, the blade almost seemed to be...taking something. Not just their blood, but a faint twinge of an instinct long lost to modern men warned him of something more. Not to mention that there was something strange about the sword. Upon closer examination, it seemed as if the hostilty was coming from the sword just as much as from the woman, if not more so.
Before he could ponder that for too long, however, who should show up but Rikuyo, now sporting a monkey tail. A smirk came to the immortal's face at the sight. Perhaps she wouldn't be of much use in his plans, but he nonetheless owed her a rematch, and a wild card always made things interesting regardless. Putting aside the temptation to go down there right then and there, Michael simply watched as the woman positioned herself to block Rikuyo's path, his eyes lighting up as he wondered what he'd see from them today. Perhaps he couldn't make use of Rikuyo, but he couldn't be certain about this woman yet.