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Sohma - Building Site


She approaches the foreman's shack. There most certainly wasn't going to be anyone working it at this hour surely.


She tries the door handle.
 
Shijetsua


Taking a single popping breath, her throat forcefully unlocking before adding onto her partners question. "Yes, what did it change to and where in the real world did it have any impact. Once we get to the bottom of this we can make sure we STOP this line of questioning and STOP all the problems affecting traffic"


She takes another deep breath, holding it while bracing for the answer.
 



  • The door opens with a click, and suddenly you hear the sound of snoring.


    The epitome of the builder stereotype slouches in front of a desk, feet up, head back, mouth open. A hacking snore rolls from his mouth, and he sleepily scratches a rotund belly, barely constrained by the high visibility jacket.


 
Sohma


A grin spreads across her face. In one sense she was alarmed there was someone here at all, and secondly that there was another poor victim to sca- No. Another time. More important things where going on.


She pouts to herself, but proceeds to sneak into the cabin as light footed as possible, prodding around at the paperwork and blueprints, and generally being a nosy git.
 
Shijetsuwa


"Any idea who caused...it, boss?"


Her words are spoken through her teeth. She was momentarily thankful of the mask, her eyes underneath unable to maintain contact. Her vision of the BOSS RED was merely peripheral now as she fought and fought to keep from freezing.


"That's our....last question." She gives a respectful little nod, eyes still averted.
 
Kurosawa blinks, stepping out from her flanking position at Sohma's side.. to do two things.


Take up a guard position stealthily watching the entrance, standing lookout in case anyone seems to notice the sounds being made by her partner and show up...


And frown grumpily. This is probably well within their job description, but the nagging feeling that they don't have a warrant almost physically hurts the painfully law abiding young citizen.
 
Makoto


Jameson. Mortals felt it too? She needs to ask if there's some sort of spirit-world shortcut to the hospital.


Distracted, her eyes stray towards Boss Red. She jerks her head back. Tries to. Probably comes out as an awkward stretch. Thank goodness Shijetsua's on the last question.
 
Sohma


Finding nothing, the imp pouts, scurrying out from the shack and sliding the door shut, to leave their sleeping bear be.


"Zip and Nada," she purrs, "Should we check out the site? The building mighta disturbed somethin' ..."


She doesn't so much ask permission as take point as a leisurely pace, waiting for her partner to fall into stride.
 



  • MANY Of US THINK IT TO BE THE WORK OF GREEN BUT THIS AFFORDS THEM NOTHING.





    LITTLE CAN GO IN THIS INTERIM.

    You're in the heart of Central Crossroads. Getting to almost anywhere in the Spirit World from here is pretty easy, though the reverse isn't half as true.
 
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Sohma


Old buildings were always links to strange places. The older the better. History has a way of seeping into bricks and mortar.


"Guess they're our best bet," she shrugs, "Hopefully we won't get mud on our outfits,"


She skitters towards the building site and towards what was left of the older buildings, and what's left of their shells.
 
Makoto


Normally Makoto would throw a salute here but. She unlocks her gritted teeth. "Thanks for your time, Boss."


Soon as they're clear, she hurries to tell Shijetsua what happened to her classmate Tamika at Jameson Avenue.
 
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