3/14/2003
02:11
AM
Logfile
from Ichijin.
Sebastian
begins to dial his phone.
Malachai
answers his phone.
<Phone>
Sebastian says, ""Malachai? It is Sebastian. We need to have a
talk..." Yeah, that would definitely be Sebastian's voice on the other
end, nothing else in the background."
<Phone>
"Malachai? It is Sebastian. We need to have a talk..." Yeah, that
would definitely be Sebastian's voice on the other end, nothing else in the
background.
<Phone>
Malachai pulls his phone out of the inside of his outer robe and answers a
little gruffly. "Hello, Malachai here." He rather glances back at the
odd pale haired man practicing not too far away, pulling the receiver away for
just a second to respond to him. "You make it sound so simple, just remember
what is vague? Bah, what a useless answer." he all but snarls in disgust,
moving off out of the way of the sounds of other practitioners at the dojo.
Pulling the phone close again, he sounds more surprised. "Seb? What's
up?"
<Phone>
"Pleasure to talk to you as well, Malachai," Sebastian drawls slowly,
a hint of amusement to his voice. "I'm not interrupting you or anything.
There is something that I rather need to discuss with you, concerning Kieran.
I've some concerns, and I believe that you might be just the man to put them to
rest."
<Phone>
Malachai frowns now, a bit of worry edging his tone. "Concerns? What sort
of concerns?" Talk about vague! "He didn't sound too much like
himself last morning I spoke to him, but I haven't heard from him since. Did
something happen?" He drops his voice down as not to be overheard.
"Is this about Dylan again? Or the girl?" He's been a bit out of the
loop lately.
<Phone>
"Something has happened to Kieran, he is not complete any more. He has...
lost his fire, but still has the ability to regenerate. When he tries to touch
flames, all he is is burned. And his inner fire, it is completely gone. The
warmth he gives to others? Not there. But that is not all... he has no memories
of his past, and I'm sure you know the one that I mean. He knows Dylan as a
seishi and nothing more, and I've a theory that this all came about during
their fight. Something has happened to take those things away from him, and I
think that you can at least help him with the memories. I know only bit and
pieces, but not all."
<Phone>
Malachai stops short in surprise. "His fire is gone!?" Okay, the
artist does sound rather upset now. "Dammit, I knew I should have
convinced him to come back to my place. But he.. dammit!" The urge to
punch a wall or at least slice up a few innocent bystanders is getting pretty
high. "He lost the memories! How'd... Yeah, I think I can help him there.
I've.. a gate to Sairou or something like that at my place. At least he freaked
over it when I showed it to him." He moves off, looking for a discrete
hallway to vanish into, "Got one of my cards on you? I'll be over in a
moment."
<Phone>
Sebastian frowns just the slightest at the tone of Malachai's voice, waiting
patiently for the other oni to finish. "I have one of your cards, but he
isn't here right now. I believe he went to go visit his newest companion."
There is something of an audible sigh, "Nothing, as far as I can tell. You
can tell that he is puzzled by something, and it is more than his fire. I am
sure you will be able to at least help him in that. I do not like seeing him
broken like this."
<Phone>
Malachai was a little rattled lately, so tends to sound just a little less
formal, a little more passionate about things. Yeah, a lot of that is Higuchi's
fault too! "Oh, he's not there? I'll find him I guess. I don't like the
idea of seeing him bro... ACK!" Mitama stops in mid-phrase, freezing for a
second at the touch at his back, suddenly noticing the way too close proximity
to a certain seishi directly behind him.
<Phone>
Sebastian is blinking rather owlishly right now, alas Malachai doesn't get to
see such an expression on the oni's face, "Ack?" Sure, not an exact
echo from the other, but it is close enough. "I believe they are in his
old apartment, or at least that was my understanding. You could try there.
Is... everything alright?"
<Phone>
Malachai swears as he tries to twist around, Tokaki talking right over his
shoulder "Hi. Supposing you hang up that phone for a minute?" Not
that Mitama's going to comply as he finds himself nearly frozen in place. It's
difficult but he growls out a curse. "Who the hell are you? Get away from
me." The thing is, he's never needed to actually move to use his other
powers. A inky shadow tattoed to his wrist suddenly unwinds and lashes out at
Tokaki's face.
<Phone>
Well, would you look at that, Sebastian is blinking once more. "Need a
little help? Where are you, Malachai?" Shout it, something. Because he
can't really portal anywhere unless he has a clue as to where he should be
going.
<Phone>
Malachai speaks quickly into the phone as he unfreezes. "Dojo,
downtown." He rattles off the name before hanging up because he's going to
damn well need both of his hands for this he thinks. At his neck, a red and
black flare appears, just peaking out of his high collar. "Delaying me are
you? We'll see."
Malachai
hangs up his phone.
You
hang up your phone.
Ti Kwan
Leep Public Dojo
In the
entranceway is a counter were people must sign up to use the dojo, rental of the
various practicing rooms go by the hour, or use of the main gym for members
only for a modest annual fee. The stern looking and muscular man over seeing
all of this seems quite adamant about no one going past without meeting their
particular requirements. There's a clause on the sheet that says the dojo is
not responsible for any injuries incurred on the premises.
There
are several floors available, some smaller private practice rooms on the first
level, a larger set on the second floor with higher ceilings meant for weapons
practice and flips. The main gym however is in the basement and looks not only
heavily reinforced, but the walls are lined with racks and shelves filled with
practice weaponry, dummies stacked in the corners, and stacks of practice mats
in the corner.
Mitama
and Tokaki are here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Malachai
reaches into his pockets and pulls out a handful of cards, though they look
like business cards rather than ofuda. He's not that much of a hand to hand
artist, but still, that's at least five monsters that Tokaki will have to
contend with as Mitama throws them in an arc between him and the seishi.
"One of Karasuki's toady friends I presume?"
Lee
looks around for a moment. This could
suck. Badly. "You know, everytime I fight you people, you gang up on
me. What, you're too weak to take a
seishi one on one? I'm beginning to
think so." Then he grins. "And I'm not the toady. Karasuki is." The mark on his cheek is glowing more
brightly now. "Did...you want to
invite anyone else to the party, or is this gonna be it?"
Sebastian
doesn't exactly portal into the dojo, seeing as he has never been here before
in his life, but somewhere in the street outside he simply walks as if out of
thin air. A quick consideration of the signs and he is eventually making his
way at a jog towards the dojo. He enters, and eventually locates the pair, a
smirk already drawing over his features at the sight of Lee. "Oh... this
one." He doesn't look all that impressed. "Well, we can easily fix
that 'ganged up on' sentiment you seem to have, seishi. If you die, you won't
have to worry about it any more."
Malachai
isn't going to waste too much time on sentimentality or that usual banter back
and forth as people tend to before puffing up and having at it. "Hello
Seb, glad you could drop by. Really appreciate it." As they do have
another appointment to catch, he sends his shadows surging towards Tokaki.
Fortunately, most of the dojo people already cleared out while Malachai was waving
his sword around earlier, deciding that the eccentric man was probably too much
of a hazard to stand near in the first place.
Lee
grins and reaches into his pockets.
"Well, if you guys want to dance....let's do it." Oh, wait, he forget the obligatory introductions. "I'm the Byakko Shichiseishi,
Tokaki." He looks from one to the
other, letting the shadows get closer before his hands swing wide, two golden
hoops flying out, spinning towards the shadows at the same rate their
approaching Tokaki. "And we'll
see who ends up dead."
Sebastian
chuckles faintly, flicking a glance askance to Malachai, "Well,
considering you're actually needed elsewhere, I though I'd show up to help move
things along." And so he does, hardly giving Tokaki another glance. Hands
clasp together, only to come apart, with identical blue glows in either one,
tightly wound balls of chi. In the next flash he is releasing them, one for
each of the tossed earrings.
Malachai
deadpans. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. And Bob's your uncle." he grumbles
with a british accent coming to the fore as he takes the distraction to pull
out more cards. At this rate he's going to start wondering if he can substitute
his ink into a copy machine toner cartridge and just xerox the ones he needs.
Nope, the oni don't bother much with introductions do they?
Lee
blinks as Sebastian powers up, knocking his earrings off course. "Well...that didn't work." Then his chi glows more brightly than ever
as he leaps into action.
Literally. He teleports away
from the shadows, spreading his hands wide to try and recall his earrings. Quickly they fly to his hands, and he loops
his finger through them, before leaping into the air, teleporting towards
Mitama for a close in strike with his earrings.
Sebastian
smirks. They really don't have time for this. And so, being the destructive for
that he is, it doesn't take the man long to get a good glimpse of the layout of
the dojo. Museums, parks, abandonded tenements, his own apartment. Guess it is
time to bring down the dojo. He braces himself just as Lee makes his move. This
time the glow between his hands intensifies, growing much larger than before,
eyes upon a point on the ceiling. Time to bring the house down. With a grunt,
the oni releases the chi blast right at the ceiling, slamming a hole through it
and causing a rain of debris, the resulting rumble afterwards doesn't sound too
good either. Fingers are already closing around Mitama's arm, while his other
hand opens a portal, "Time to go." Or be crushed. He moves to tug
Malachai through.
for/force
You
know, there's a darn good reason why Malachai dislikes leaving the safety of
his building sometimes. Out here his powers are moderate, but where he can put
up wards and traps everywhere, he can combat things like this. The shadows are
not to be ignored, they attempt to close in on Tokaki shortly before blips out,
only to pop up short range in front of the artist. With only a second to throw
up a warded arm as a block, those earrings will probably still cut through before
he's thankfully yanked through the portal by Sebastian.
Lee
looks up. "Holy Mother
of-" He breaks off, instinctive
teleporting saving him in the nick of time.
But now he has to get all the people /out/ of the upstairs area. "Damn Yin." He mutters.
"Can't take their butt kickings like men."
You
step into the portal, sensing an odd disorientation for a moment.