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.